The heart of a cutt-throat

Prologue

3rd Person POV

There have been many clans through out the history of Japan, some were honorable, some rich, and some were bloodthirsty. The most bloodthirsty of all, was the Aishi clan. When a clan was bloodthirsty, they were either driven by money, power, or were straight up war mongers. What drove the Aishi clan, wasn't power or coin. What drove them, was men. The Aishi clan was made up of only women. They only ever had daughters.

From the beginning, the Aishi clan was one that trained assassins, mercenaries, and murderers. All of them, emotionless, unrelenting, and merciless. For years they were trained from birth, not to feel a thing. To kill their target, no matter the cost. Until one day, a daughter of the clan head met the son of a rival clan. She felt something, the moment she laid eyes on him. She felt alive, happiness, and love. She spent more time, watching from a distance, trying to muster up the courage to talk to him. The day came when she finally steeled her nerves and walked up to talk to him. 

Before she could speak, another girl walked up to him and kissed him. Who the hell did this girl think she was, trying to take her love away? She did what an Aishi does best. Kill. She killed the girl, and took the man by force. Years passed, and the same girl had daughter of her own. She told her daughter her story, and the daughter in turn became like her mother.

 Many years have passed since then. Yet the Aishi clan never changed, always killing for the one that makes their heart beat. They never broke their cycle: meet the one, stalk, find out about their rival, kill them, take the one they love by force, have a daughter, tell her their story. Until an Aishi, Ryoba Aishi, had a son. Ayato 

Ayato had the defining features of an Aishi, Black hair and eyes, pale skin, and an emotionless face. He never cried, never spoke unless spoken too, and always wore the same blank expression. But he wasn't like any Aishi before him. He wasn't ever effected by the opposite sex, but he effected them. Usually an Aishi would watch others from the distance, but others watched him instead. No girl ever peaked ever his interest, yet they would always try to get close to him. 

By whatever means necessary... 

Alright, so apparently some people like this book. So I decided to keep it going. If you're wondering why the prologue was written after the first chapter, my answer is: Shit man, idk... Anyways, I won't be abandoning any of my other books. So you people reading 'The Wolf in sheep's clothing' don't have to worry. Anyways, there won't be any yoai or yuri, cause that shit makes me uncomfortable to write, but there will be blood. So good news for all you sadistic peeps out there. Anyways, thanks for reading

                 ~NaCl