Hurtful Love (Rokka no Yuusha-Hans/Adlet)

Chapter 1

Assassins' lives were usually short-lived; thus, they often grasp their first opportunity of love. Age and sex doesn't matter. It went the the same for me. Being an infamous assassin (who's nicer than the others, in my opinion), I was often on the lookout for suitable lovers who wouldn't mind dating someone who might die the next day. However, most people, obviously, doesn't like that; therefore, I had remained single throughout puberty. A truly sad thing.

When I was chosen as one of the Six Flowers, I was determined to find a lover among them. After all, we were chosen to risk our lives to fight the Majin, which means the chances of our living a safe, peaceful life was low. I believed that they have the same thoughts as I do. Since they could die any time, they wouldn't let go of a chance to experience love (that is, if they haven't already).

When I first met them, I thought they were a strange bunch. A bunny princess, a loli who pukes before battling, a giant who's sixteen of age, the Saint of Mountains (there's nothing weird about her though), a Six Flower killer, and a red-haired nobody. What an unique combination.

"Meowy, there are a lot of beautiful women in this group of Six Flowers. I suddenly feel very motivated," I had said. Four younger than I was, one older. Not really my cup of tea, but I could manage.

Imagine my surprise when the nobody opened her mouth to speak...in a man's voice. That was when I finally began scrutinizing him carefully. Long red messy hair trailing down his back, with lose strands framing his pale face, lose clothes and armors fitted perfectly on his small frame, clear orange eyes gleaming with determination, and a confident grin when he proclaimed to be the "strongest man on earth." I had to admit; out of all of them, Adlet Maia interested me the most.

Then, the problem of an impostor came into hand. Evidence all pointed at Adlet for being the Seventh. I was then forced to gave up on creating a good relationship with him. After all, defeating the Majin was my number one priority. I would not betray humanity and ally myself with an enemy.

Before Adlet could escape with Fremy as a hostage, I suppressed all my feelings about him and threw a sword at his back. I wished I had killed him just then, so I wouldn't have to think of him again. But unfortunately, the combination of his flash and smoke pellets made my throw miss his vitals. He had escaped into the dark forest.

We then quickly ran after him in desperate search, but night had fallen and we could hardly see in the dark. Everyone else had gone back, but I continued with my search.

"Hans! That's far enough! The sun has gone down." Mora said to me.

I replied saying how I was worried about Fremy's safety.

After Mora showed me evidence that the hostage was still alive, I reluctantly returned back with her.

I wished the night hadn't fallen so quickly, so I could find Adlet and kill him. That way, I could stop thinking about him and focus on killing the Majin and find someone else to love. With him alive, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

When I woke up the next day, Fremy had surprisingly returned unscathed. I was suspicious immediately. Why would Adlet release an useful hostage when he could have used her to ensure his safety? Especially when he's against five of us inside a barrier, with his weapons and belongings in our possession.

"Meohehe, I now feel a bit uneasy. Is it alright to think of her as our companion?" I asked in my usual carefree manner. Fremy's story may be sad, but that didn't stop me from doubting her.

Mora said I was speaking nonsense, making me even more alarmed. I had underestimated Fremy's power of story-telling. If Mora could be convinced, soon everyone else would be.