“ Ｆｉｎｄ Ｗｈａｔ Ｙｏｕ Ｌｏｖｅ ”
✍ REECE
The others arrived quickly, but none gained a reaction from Reece. Let that be the first thing that learned about the usually-silent boy; that he didn't talk unless it was required. And he didn't like people being late, which especially bothered him as the last man walked in. Oh well, he mused silently, s'pose that as long as he was training, it doesn't matter much. Still, he hated having to wait. Though he was considerably more on edge than usual, since he really didn't want to be at the meeting. Couldn't they have just given them letters or something? Or they could have told Sensei, who in turn could have told it. It wasn't like it was private, since he noticed that each person had walked in beside their trainer.
Frowning slightly, he listened as the Head Assassin spoke, though made no notion that he was actually paying attention. Some sort of silent rebellion, he supposed. Acting like he really didn't even care to give the time of day to the man up front, even though both he and Sensei probably knew he was listening intently, picking apart each word as it was spoken. His eyes flicked sideways and he noticed the door was closed- perhaps the meeting was a bit more private than he had earlier thought. A few moments later the talking stopped and he exited the room, leaving the assassin's and their trainers. There was a momentary silence before some blonde chick stood up and introduced herself.
Reece snorted, letting the front two legs of his chair fall back to the ground- he had been leaning back in the chair -as he stood and moved towards the door. Before he even got there though, his mind reached out to the door and slammed it open. The boy moved out into the darkness and went to his room. All of his things were already thrown into a duffel bag, and it didn't take him long to reach the garage. When the rest of the assassin's were ready, they would find the white-haired man perching on the front of a Black Jeep Wrangler.
“ Ａｎｄ Ｌｅｔ Ｉｔ Ｋｉｌｌ Ｙｏｕ ”
The others arrived quickly, but none gained a reaction from Reece. Let that be the first thing that learned about the usually-silent boy; that he didn't talk unless it was required. And he didn't like people being late, which especially bothered him as the last man walked in. Oh well, he mused silently, s'pose that as long as he was training, it doesn't matter much. Still, he hated having to wait. Though he was considerably more on edge than usual, since he really didn't want to be at the meeting. Couldn't they have just given them letters or something? Or they could have told Sensei, who in turn could have told it. It wasn't like it was private, since he noticed that each person had walked in beside their trainer.
Frowning slightly, he listened as the Head Assassin spoke, though made no notion that he was actually paying attention. Some sort of silent rebellion, he supposed. Acting like he really didn't even care to give the time of day to the man up front, even though both he and Sensei probably knew he was listening intently, picking apart each word as it was spoken. His eyes flicked sideways and he noticed the door was closed- perhaps the meeting was a bit more private than he had earlier thought. A few moments later the talking stopped and he exited the room, leaving the assassin's and their trainers. There was a momentary silence before some blonde chick stood up and introduced herself.
Reece snorted, letting the front two legs of his chair fall back to the ground- he had been leaning back in the chair -as he stood and moved towards the door. Before he even got there though, his mind reached out to the door and slammed it open. The boy moved out into the darkness and went to his room. All of his things were already thrown into a duffel bag, and it didn't take him long to reach the garage. When the rest of the assassin's were ready, they would find the white-haired man perching on the front of a Black Jeep Wrangler.
“ Ａｎｄ Ｌｅｔ Ｉｔ Ｋｉｌｌ Ｙｏｕ ”