yaoi and non-yaoi!
Blithe was an assasin.
The best of the best, class A killer. He had come into this job at the age of fourteen when his father died. His father had been an assasin, one of the best. Blithe decided to take up the mantle, and train to be as good as his father. In total, Blithe's father had taken out four hundred people before he himself was blindsighted and shot through the heart by his partner. His partner! Because of this, Blithe had grown up trusting no one.
As he trained at the headquarters, he had been told to take out afew people as he developed and learned more and more. By the age of fifteen and a half, not two years after he had been training, he had taken out fifty. They were minor cases and very unimportant, but they were dead and gone because of him. Blithe was brainwashed with the beleifs that everyone was bad if his leaders said so, that anyone who disobeyed them was evil and deserved death. Blithe was brainwashed. A zombie. Molded into the perfect killer. He was the ultimate weapon.
Blithe was in peak physical condition, he knew how to use any gun handed to him, he was a master with the sword, and an artist with a bow and arrow.
But, there was a girl. She was Blithe's equal, working for the rival company. She had been assighned Blithe. He was twenty now, and keen as a fox. He had been asighned her, and she was cunning and sly. Little did either know, they were each others rivals. Their two companies were slowly taking each other out, one assasin by one. Blithe was in his room at the head quarters, packing a backpack of the things he'd need to take care of her. He brought every weapon he could find in his rooms, afew he'd forgotten he had.
"Damn, they always give me the hard assighnments now a days.." he muttered as he slid the last weapon into place in his pack.
[[Be the girl, or change the girl to a guy. I like yaoi and non-yaoi roleplays! PM me, be literate, no third person.]]
