The question isn't who is going to let me, it's who is going to stop me?"
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A story in which Aria Noble, daughter of a famous assassin, meets street rat, Marcus Lopez.
Deadly Class fanfic
Marcus Lopez Arguello x OC
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Aria Noble
THE STREET RAT WAS BECOMING A MINOR INCONVENIENCE TO ARIA'S LIFE. Aria stuffed her hands in the pocket of her leather jacket, reaching for a blade, grasping it for comfort. Aria swiftly walked through grimy, sketchy alleyway's in search for the boy.
Of all the people for this mission, Master Lin had to send her. "If you don't get the boy, don't bother coming back." He said to her, before she left the school grounds, Aria couldn't help but laugh to herself, she was the Aria Noble, daughter of Archer Noble and Scarlet Noble, two very infamous assassins, she basically was the back bone of Kings Dominion, she hardly thought Master Lin was being serious, nonetheless the girl searched through the slums for the curly haired boy anyways, up for the challenge, she never failed a mission and didn't plan on starting tonight.
"You lost, princess?" She heard a husky voice call, echoing through the dark alleyway, she turned on her heels, to see a man dressed in rags, holding a can of booze, Aria clutched the blade in her pocket when she noticed the scarlet blood on the mans coat, she knew that stain very very well, blood.
"Do I look lost?" She humored the man, as he came closer to her, looking her up and down, Aria suddenly became very aware of her surroundings, dark, smelly, damp, alleyway, a drunken, possibly crazy man, to the ordinary eye, her odds didn't look too hot, but Aria could take this guy in her sleep.
A wide grin grew on the mans face as he dared a step closer to the curly haired girl. Aria just looked up at the man, hand still placed on the blade, safely resting in her pocket, her eyes kept traveling down to the blood on his clothes, it wasn't his, so that would mean he'd killed, and fairly recently based on the dampness of his coat. "You know a boy named Marcus?" Aria asked the man.
He laughed, and even in the dark Aria could see a row of crooked rotten teeth, as he grinned like a cat. "You got business with Marcus?" He begins. "Whatever he's paying you, I'll pay double."
Aria stood clenching her jaw, did he just really imply that I was a prostitute? Aria thought to herself, as she scowled over at the man.
"It's taking everything in me, not to slit your throat right now." Aria sighed, taking the blade out of her pocket, she swiftly placed it to the guys neck and his smile diminished. "Enough games hobo man, where's Marcus?"
He offered a snicker, as he backed away from the point of the blade. "What, are you going to kill me?" He spat, stepping closer to Aria, she held the blade to his stomach, backing him away from her.
