Your Assassin

Assassin AU and Royalty AU

Pairing: Prince!Kageyama Tobio x Fem!Assassin!Reader

Warnings: Blood, Death, Murder, Weapons, Angst,

Summary: The day Y/N's family was butchered by the King's men, she had made it her personal mission to kill them off. One by one. That is until she has an unfortunate meeting with the Prince himself. Now, caught by the same people she swore she would never prey to, what happens when she finds herself falling for her sworn enemy.

A/N: This is going to be a multi-fic because it got too long.

She wiped the blood off her cheek, picking up the lonely dagger from the forest floor. She twirled it around her fingers, feeling the heavyweight of the hilt. She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes as small droplets flung onto her torn shirt.

"Ah, that's going to take days to get off, isn't it." she moved her eyes to the trembling man in front of her. He gave her pleading eyes, clenching his chest, where a staggering wound bleed. She averted her eyes, the sight of blood was disgusting.

"Tell me, Mr. Rejino, was it worth it?" She couldn't look at him. Not yet. Not until she would have to lay him six feet under. If she even decided to.

"Yes." he mumbled, wheezing as he took in another breath, "Yes. It was." She snapped her eyes to his, rage boiled in her stomach. Unchecked anger. She snarled, flinging the dagger to him, he flinched back, letting out a low moan as it embedded itself in his outstretched leg. She tilted her head, staring at his vulnerable form.

"Really, now. Killing all those people just for your pathetic excuse for a king?" she asked. He didn't answer, bowing his head in defeat. She let out a low, dry laugh. She wiped her cheek again. Blood smeared on her wrist, as she wiped her hand on her shirt.

"Those were my people, Rejino." she said, softly as she inched closer to the quivering man, "My people. And I will never—never forget what torment you and your master put them through." She flicked a small, sharper dagger from her arm and flicked it at the man, who let out a low sob as it hit his neck. He screamed. Screamed for help. Mercy. Forgiveness. She scowled as he lay, screaming as he clutched at the dagger, pulling it out of his body. He glared at her, with anger and pain.

"I'll kill you." She laughed. "I'll kill you." She bent down, to his level, and plucked the dagger from his weak grasp.

"You need to be alive first, to kill me," she whispered, she stabbed him again, this time keeping it there. She watched as he scratched her hands, fumbling for a way out.

"Bye-bye now," she said, pressing it harder into his throat. She felt, as he slowly died in her arms. His weight was now leaning against her as she shoved him over, crawling backward from the corpse. She shivered slightly at the sight of it, before berating herself from the action. Even after all these years, on the road, with all these missions, she still couldn't stand the sight of a dead body, or blood. It disgusted her, chilled her to the core. She had already seen enough blood, years back when her family was murdered. She remembered sobbing in the corner as the king's men came in raiding their house, slaying each and everyone—except her. Sometimes she hated herself for it. For being alive. When they were dead. She snarled, chucking the bloody dagger away. Dead. They were dead because she was weak. Too scared. Too fragile. She could have done something—anything. But, she allowed for hiding in the small closet in her room. Curling herself into a ball, as each and everyone was slain, their blood splattering their floor.

She winced as blood trickled down her palm. Fingernail marks scarred her wrist. She had dug them in too deep. She laughed darkly. Another scar in this collection. She shrugged her shirt off, not bothering to look around. She had lost the sense of dignity years ago. It was either survival or nothing now.

Y/N wrapped the shirt around her palm, pulling up her undershirt as she walked towards the body. She kicked it, watching as it rolled onto its side. She frowned at it. She could bury it, or she could...

A small smile graced her lips, as she bent down, skimming the body. Surely, a king's man would have some paper on him. She smirked as she pulled a pen and a small sheet of paper from his pocket. Good.

She turned the paper over, to its blank side, and quickly jotted down a quick note.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹. 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.— 𝒳𝒪𝒳𝒪 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃

She read over the few words before quickly tucking it away in the shirt pocket, allowing only the tip of the parchment to be seen.

"Look there!"

She flinched, backing away from the body, hiding behind the trees. She swore as her shirt dropped on the forest floor. She would come back for it later— if she didn't get caught. She clawed at the tree, fumbling as she climbed up. She cursed as small splinters dug into her palms. She felt a small drop of blood, travel down her palm. Dammnit. She wouldn't make it in time, she was sure her foot was dangling out. No. NO. NO—

"Is that Sir Rejino?" a voice whispered, she could hear the slight tremble in his voice, "Why is he dead."

"Because someone killed him, boke." She choked on a laugh. These people were dumb.

"Who would have done that."

"The killer?" The other shouted a small 'Boke'.

She chuckled slightly, as she urged herself to go higher. She was almost at the top anyway. She could hide there until morning, then she could go back to the village, report the news and—

"Shit," she yelled, as she lost her footing, fumbling with her grasp as she came tumbling down. "Shit" she groaned. Her back. Oh god. Her back.

"Hinata what was that?"

"A bird?"

She heard footsteps, the soft crunching of leaves underneath them, moving towards her. She felt a pang of fear. Her heart raced, as they closed in. She forced her breathing to lighten, as she lay on her back, too sore to move.

"Hey, are you okay?" Great. The two idiots had found her. She let out a small sigh, before forcing herself on her elbows.

"Yes," she said. Yes. I just fell off a tree and I am perfectly fine. She chewed on her lip as she forced herself into a sitting position.

"Hey— " She flinched at the sudden scream that had come from one of them. She looked to the side where to men stood, covering their eyes. The shorter one, quickly turned around, sputtering random words. The other stood still, eyes covered. She could see the beginnings of a blush spread on his cheeks.

"Miss, your clothes..." he mumbled. She looked down at her slightly exposed chest. She rolled her eyes, covering her chest with her arms.

"Yes. My clothes," she said dryly. "I just fell from a tree, of course, my shirt got ripped!"

"Hinata, boke, give her your jacket." he stuttered, whacking the other— Hinata.

"Why? Why don't give her yours?" Hinata whined as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Hinata you— "

"Fine!" he pouted as he shrugged off his sweater, chucking it at his companion.

"Boke, why did you throw it at me?" he yelled, as he gripped the sweater. Y/N didn't know what to do. Their eyes were closed. She could easily slip from their sight. But, something about them intrigued her. She sighed, pushing herself to her feet. She let out a soft moan as she leaned against the tree.

"Goddamn trees, always in a goddamn way," she mumbled as she limped towards the pair.

"Sir, I'll just get it myself, okay?" she fought to keep the annoyance out of her voice. They were helping her, after all. She slowly reached for the sweater, shrugging it around her shoulders. She rubbed the sleeves between her fingers, eyes widening. Silk. Soft silk. Her eyes flew from the sweater to the two in front of her. They were in slightly fitted wear. A small sword hung at their sides. She snarled, backing up.

"Your some of the King's lackeys." she coldly said. She chucked the sweater off, throwing it to the side. She scanned the forest floor, looking for her dagger.

"How— "

"Don't come any closer." she bent low, arms in front of her, "Unless you want to die." She backed away, a step at a time. She needed an opening. Somewhere. Somehow. She wouldn't get caught like this. She wouldn't fall under the King.

"Miss, I— "

"Leave."

They had uncovered their eyes, a slight blush as they took her in. But, they looked serious. Focused. A predator targetting its prey. No. She would not be prey. Not today. Not ever. Not again. She pivoted on her foot, getting ready if they were really looking for a fight. Her stomach churned and she felt light-headed. Maybe she was still recovering from the fall. Right. Or maybe she was scared. She scoffed at the thought. Scared of what. Some of the King's minions? Of course not, but the intense looks in their eyes made her heart pang. They were so intense. Especially the blue-eyed one. He was staring at her as if she was indeed prey. His prey. The inched closer, hands leaning on their swords.

"I said leave." she snapped, lunging at them with bare fists. Their eyes widened, moving back as she ran through them. She stopped, almost as quickly as she ran. She turned around, wiping a dribble of sweat from her forehead. They weren't looking at her anymore, instead of looking at each other. Hinata gave a small nod before racing after. She must have looked surprised as he came close.

"We got her, Kageyama. I— "

"Nope." She grabbed his outstretched arm and slammed into the ground. He squirmed under her as she pinned his arm to his back. She looked back up at his companion, who looked at her with the same intense look. She felt a heat spread in her neck. It was the fall. Yup. The fall.

"I'll kill him if you don't back up." she said, twisting his hard for emphasis, "Surely your King wouldn't appreciate it."

"You won't kill him," he said, but his voice wavered as if he knew what she had done. Done to the man behind him and the countless others she had stalked and killed.

"Really?" she smiled. pressing a hand to Hinata's throat, "Wanna bet?" Hinata let out a small moan, as tears crept into his eyes.

"Not in daylight."

"Oh? Tell me, Kageyma— that's your name right," he gave a small nod, eyes moving from her to Hinata, "What makes you think that? Is it because I'm a girl. A poor, helpless girl, lost in the woods." She mocked him, grinning as a spark of rage brightened his eyes. Yes. Anger. Make him angry.

"No." he gruffly said, as his hand clutched his sword. Her eyes followed his own. To behind her. She swore as an arrow shot where her head had been. She tripped over her feet, falling down over Hinata.

"Goddamnit." she gasped, heaving herself of the ground. Hinata let out a loose whine. She looked down, slightly annoyed.

"Get up you tangerine." she picked him and flung him towards Kageyama. She winced at the movement. Shit. She must have sprained it. How many more injuries would she self-inflict before this was over.

"If you could please step away from them." She whipped her head to the voice. A man, draped in armor, crept out of the undergrowth. His brown eyes, watched her as she stepped back, holding her hands up, in surrender.

"Called for backup?" she prodded Kageyama, "And here I thought you were a strong, brave soul."

"Silence, criminal." She laughed.

"Me. A criminal. I merely ridding the world of pests." she tilted her head, "One pest at a time."

"Silence." He hit her stomach with the hilt of her sword, bringing her down to her knees.

"Prince, are you okay?" her head shot up in an instant. Prince. Which one.

Kageyama gave her a wary look before giving the man a nod.

"This" motioning to Y/N, "is why we asked you to tell us if you go out."

"I had it under control." She rolled her eyes. The only thing he had in control was himself. She had Hinata pinned, a hand on his throat. If that was his sense of control...

"The King has looked for you, Ms. Y/N." Another voice. Just how many people were here? She wanted to get on her feet and punch the ever-loving shit out of each and every one of them. But, she couldn't. Physically couldn't. She felt drained. Drained of power. Drained of emotion. The only remnants, proof, that she indeed was alive, was the ever-consuming rage that filled the bottom her stomach. It inched up her throat, like sick bile. She wanted to cough it all out, but nothing came. It never had. Years, ten years, and the rage still consumed her, from the inside out. She felt hopeless. She felt useless. Just like she had, all those years ago when—

She choked on a sob as tears flowed down her dirt-stained cheeks. A hand rested softly on her shoulder. From pity. Pity. She didn't need shit from these people. Not when they were the reason she was like this. Alone and hopeless. She spat at their feet, shrugging their hands off. She tumbled to the ground at the action. She felt a sharp kick to her side. She hissed as the pain echoed in her bones. In her head. Her head was spinning now. She felt tears fall harder. Muffled voices behind continued as a loud laugh echoed between them. They were laughing. Laughing at her. But... How many times had she laughed at the men she had slain. The people she had stalked for nights just to kill them with a blow. She clenched her teeth. Self-pity got you nowhere. Nowhere except the afterlife.

"Y/N, was it." A hand gripped her, heaving her up. She didn't have the power to shrug the hands that held her up. She merely gave a small nod.

"I'm Kageyama." he offered, as she stiffened in his grasp. She shot him a look. I don't need your help. He gave a small nod, calling another person to take her.

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She was tired. Tired and angry, by the time they had returned to the castle. None of the men had talked to her during the way, leaving her alone with her thoughts and emotions. It was burdening. The anger. The pain. But, it was the only thing she had. The only thing she could have. For someone continuously on the run, there was nothing she could keep. Not safe. Not forever. She clutched at her heart. It hurt.

"Miss Y/N?" a small knock on her door had her heart banging again.

"What." she snapped, getting up from the bed.

"I was asked to bring your clothes and to run your bath."

"Whatever." She stalked to the door, unlocking it. It was beyond why, even after her identity was revealed, they had given her this room. A room with a lock. And a bed. She looked back at it. It was soft, she begrudgingly admitted. Softer than the areas she had slept in these past few weeks.

"Miss, your water?" The maid meekly said. As if she was scared. Well, she had the right to be. She looked down at the speckles of blood that colored her skin. Streaks of dirt ran up her whole body, not even her face was spared.

"No need for formalities."

She gave her a nod, shuffling into the bathroom. It felt odd. Foreign. She hadn't stepped in a proper bathroom for years. She eagerly eyes the steamy bath, small bubbles lay on the surface. A small, fresh bar of soap was kept in the corner. She stripped out of her clothes, wincing at the sight of the blood-stained clothes. She chucked them to the side, slowly lowering herself into the tub. Her muscles relaxed in the hot water, despite the stinging from the multiple scratches on her back, on her thighs, on her hands. She sighed contentedly, as she ducked her head into the bath, water surrounded her. She felt calm. Opposite from the fiery anger that flowed through her veins.

"Miss Y/N, you have been requested." She groaned. Hadn't she just gotten into the bathtub? She quickly, grabbed the soap rolling it over the body, scrubbing it hard to get the dirt and blood out. A few minutes, later and she gave a content smile. She was clean, not as clean as the people here, but she was clean, nonetheless. She wrapped a cotton towel around her body, stepping out the tub. Water dripped all around, she almost felt bad more the mess she had made.

"Clothes?" she called, as she looked around for the clothes she had worn before.

"Here, Miss." The door slowly opened, as a small face peeked in the door. A different maid. What happened to the other one?

"Thank you." she stiffly responded, taking the thick package of clothes that was kept near the door. She opened the small box, dropping it as soon as she saw what was in it. No. Oh my god. No.

"I'm not wearing this." she shrieked, unveiling a long, floor-length gown. It was a deep lavender, with small teardrops on the edges. The sleeves were long, opening wider at the wrists. She looked at it with disgust.

"That is what the Prince asks you to wear." She swore. The Prince chose her clothes. It only made her hate the dress more. Of course. Of course that—

"He also wants to come as soon as possible."

"Well, you can tell your Prince, that I don't care. I am not wearing a dress." she snarled, slamming the door shut as she clutched her towel. She heard the door shut, as the maid shuffled out. She looked at the dress, then at the door. She could just go naked, with only a towel. She blushed at the thought, the intense eyes of Kageyma flashed her mind. She shook her head, slapping her cheeks. He was the Prince. The son of the King. She slapped her cheeks again. Nope. Not happening.

She looked at the dress then back to the door. Swearing, she let the towel drop, picking up the gown, and forcing it on. It surprisingly fit her, as if it was made for her. But... even if it physically fitted, something felt off. Wrong. It felt like she cheating. Almost betraying someone as she slipped the silk gown own. It dropped at her feet in a swooping fashion, the neckline, embroidered by white crystals slipped down. She rolled the sleeves, or as much as she could. The fabric was soft against her skin, the color only making her eyes pop.

She stepped out of the bathroom, barefoot, with wet hair. She paused as she caught a glimpse in a nearby mirror. She was almost unrecognizable. Her hair was strewn across her face, sticking to her face. But, she glowed. As if the soap or the water had caused her skin to illuminate. She gasped as she touched her face. It had been a long time—a very long time since she had seen her own face in a mirror. She hadn't needed it before. Not when she was a criminal.

"Y/N?" a soft voice from the other side of the door. Self-consciously she covered her body, whispering a small 'Come in.' The door handle turned as he walked in. She immediately dropped her hands, turning around to meet the Prince face to face.

"What." she narrowed her eyes, as he stared at her, one hand on the door, only a few steps in the room.

"Knife." he stammered, Y/N raised a brow. Was that a threat? "Nuff. No. I—"

"Get to the point Prince, this dress is itchy and I want to leave." she lied. No. A part of her didn't want to leave. Some part of her— a very small part loved this. Enjoyed this. Hell, needed this. This luxury. This sense of stability. It was different, in a good way, from all those nights spent sleeping on a tree or in a cheap inn.

"Nothing. I just invited you to dinner." he coughed, clasping his hands behind his back as he took a big step into the room, allowing the door to slowly close.

"Why? What happened if I poisoned your food." He blinked at that as if the thought never occurred to him. She gave him an incredulous look.

"Do you even know who I am, Princeling, or do they coddle you too much." A blush bloomed on his face as he averted his blue eyes.

"No. I know who you are." he mumbled, she raised her eyebrow again, "You're Y/N, the assassin who has been targeting my kingdom." She rolled her eyes at that.

"You royalty is really something else." she deadpanned, "Cut the theatrics once in a while and maybe you wouldn't have this many enemies."

Kageyama glared at her, her blue eyes pinning her in the spot. She felt heat creep up her neck.

"We are giving you a place to stay, be grateful." he growled, "We could easily throw you in the dungeons."

"Then throw me there, Prince Kageyama. It wouldn't be below you and your family." she spat, "And get your facts straight, Prince, I never asked to be shown hospitality. I am your assassin, after all."

"Fine." he snapped, turning around.

"Fine."

She watched as he walked away, slamming the door shut behind him. She fumed, throwing herself onto the bed, burying her head in a soft pillow. She took a deep breath, taking in the alien, yet the calming scent of pine and lemon.

She felt his eyes, those blue eyes, on her hours later. The familiar churning of rage rolled in her stomach, a wave of emotion flooding her. That's right, Prince. I am Your Assassin after all.