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Scars takes a deep breath and sighs. It is finally time for him to turn in and get some much needed rest. He takes his time to take off and put away all of his blades. Once everything is put away, he goes to his book shelf and pulls out a book to read so he can relax more before going to sleep. With the book in one hand and a drink in the other, the kitsune takes a seat in his overly large chair and sits back to read. After reading for about an hour, the book softly falls from Scars' hands as he falls asleep.
The next thing that Scars knows, he is back on top of an old building, some place he hasn't been for a very long time. Looking about himself, he recognizes the area and knows exactly where he is at. This moment in time was from back when he was still an assassin. He moves along the roof, making naught a sound. The window he is supposed to be entering is on the next building over. When he makes it to the edge of the roof, he looks over at the building he is to enter, and the distance between the two. He shrugs it off and takes a few steps back before running and making the jump easily.
His cloak flutters out behind him as he silently lands on the windowsill. Scars slowly opens the window, making sure it doesn't make a single sound. He then slips into the room, glancing around to see if his victim is in this room or another. Not seeing the man he is to kill, he slips into the hall. His cloak hiding him in the shadow of a door when a small child runs out of a room and down the hall. When the hall is clear again, he moves in the opposite direction that the child had taken, not wanting to make any unnecessary contact.
At the end of the hall, he finds the room that his chosen victim is in. He finds the man sleeping, making him an easy target and a quick kill. Scars takes slips a throwing knife from the vest upon his chest and takes aim at the sleeping form. Movement on the bed alerts him to another being in the room, and he pulls another blade, knowing he can't leave any survivors in this room. He throws the blades at the same time, right as the child from the hall bursts into the room and makes a jump for the bed yelling, “Daddy!”
Shooting up from the chair, Scars breaths deeply, panting as that haunted night comes back to him so strongly. It was only after that night he stopped being an assassin and chose to be a Guardian instead. That one child changed his whole world without ever knowing it. He knew that night that he had become one of the bad guys, and never wanted that feeling again.
After catching his breath and giving his head a shake, Scars puts his book away and takes his glass to the kitchen. He slips his glasses off and sets the aside so as to be able to splash water on his scared face without getting them wet. Rubbing his muzzle, he tries to clear his head of those long ago memories. He picks up his glasses and slips them back on before heading off to his own bed. The softness of the mattress is welcoming after the stiffness from sleeping in the chair for a few hours.
Scars slips his glasses off once more and lays them on his night stand before slipping under the sheet and settling in for what he hopes is a much more restful sleep. He dreams of that fateful child, and what his life would have been like, if Scars had not been in his home that night, and of Scars himself if that child had not been there, in that room.




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