It was a cold night when a single hooded figure peeked out from the safe shades of the alleys. The time was almost midnight as the grand clock located in the central plaza ticked away to 12, it's hands moving firmly to its destination. The hooded figure ran across the roads in the dead silence, paranoid about the lack of noise.
It wasn't so often that the crowded roads of the city Light were empty anyways. It made the world a more suspicious and dangerous place. The figure stopped in the middle of the road, the light of the moon filtering and creating a spotlight around its feet.The long cape of the piece of clothing rested on the floor, gently swaying in the cool breeze.
The figure waited and waited in silence, checking for any signs of life. This was the place he had been told to wait after all. He couldn't have gone wrong in that. And then the figure took a crouch on the stony floor, eyes searching like a hawk's. A small sound reached his ears and the boy immediately stood and took a fighting pose, only to meet the amused and sparkling eyes of another full grown man.
"It seems you've made it on time." The man acknowledged, staring down at the boy, looking quite impressed. The man waited for a reply, and when getting none, he snickered and continued, "It's hard to find a boy so weary these days, especially saying that you infiltrated the palace itself." The boy froze and stiffened as the man spoke. He had entered the palace himself and emerged himself. No one was told about his mission, other than the official who had assigned it to him.
"Hand it over now." The man gruffly added, his tone becoming serious as his voice dropped an octave or two. The boy squinted his eyes before nodding and reaching into the deepest pocket in his cape, his hands swimming until they latched around a small pouch. The boy fished it out before tossing it to the man who caught it nonchalantly and inspected it, taking his attention off the boy.
He wasted some time, groping and sniffing at the pouch without opening it, making sure everything was right and there was no sorcery involved. When he seemed satisfied, he looked to the boy and grinned, showing off his yellowed and cracked set of teeth, something the slums sported. "Good job son." The man praised as he shoved the pouch into a messenger bag that rested at his waist.
The boy only nodded and turned to leave, not wanting to associate with the man more than he had to. "What's the name?" The man creaked, his slum grammar slipping out, leaking more information about the male. The boy paused and sucked a small breath in, his patience being tested. He then glanced back through his hood so that the man could see his cold green eyes.
"Zero." And then the boy was gone, leaving the man alone in the dark, thinking. He had seen those piercing green eyes before, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He simply chuckled it off and turned to leave, whistling through the night. He thought of the turkey his wife had prepared and the songs and game he and his children would sing and play. It was enticing just to think about.
He would've had been able to experience it too, if only an arrow didn't fly through him, splitting his body open as blood spluttered out. The man's features were widened as he dropped to the floor, shaking uncontrollably. He felt his life slowly slipping out of his body when he saw the boy walking towards him calmly, head tilted.
"W-What did you do?" The man rasped with his labored breathing as the boys leaned down as allowed his hood to fall off his face, exploiting his face and hair color. The man sucked in one of his final breaths before whispering one last word, his last word.
"Green Death."
And then he was gone. Zero sat for another moment, studying the body of the man he'd killed before stealing the pouch back and straightening, dusting himself. He didn't plan on killing the man, but he didn't like how he'd known about Zero's mission without anyone telling him. Zero didn't have a good feeling about the man.
So he'd taken care of it his way. The most effective way as well.
He then placed the pouch into his coat, turned, and with one last glance, walked away into the darkness of the night.
