The Fate of the Red Strings (Ja'far X Reader)

Prologue

"One without feeling is one to fail. Without feelings one will never learn to understand, and eventually everything they work for will fail. " She understood that now. Her heart was cold, and she had no feelings, she never felt pain, or sorrow, or sadness, or love, or compassion, or even just the tiniest bit of joy. She was blank. Nothing, and that was what made her the greatest assassin. Ja'far on the other hand felt anger and hatred and he had felt love at some point. But her heart had always been this cold.

On the day they had met, Ja'far had been tasked with killing a man that was the very first dungeon capturer. The mans name was Sinbad. On this day Ja'far was appointed chief of the task group and all of the assassins were lined up for him to pick. He picked two of the older males. Afterwards they had a feast in honor of being hired by the Kou empire. (Y/n) had sat at then end by the leader of the Sham Lash, Skyjak on his left side. She ate little and sat quietly, never saying a word. She kept looking around the room, into the shadows, to the windows and doors. Just to make sure no one was there. Ja'far was seated across from her. He witnessed her slight and casual glances around the room. He watched her for a while. And she noticed but never said anything. His eyes never stopped watching her, she could feel it. She'd had enough. It was the very first time she had felt anything, and what she had felt was irritation. It felt strange. She wanted to stab the boy, yet she wanted to yell at him first, and yet still she just wanted it to stop. She didn't like feeling. She took out one of her spare pocket danger and spun it between her fingers. Back and forth, back and forth. Right to left, left to right. she still felt his eyes.

"Damn it." She thought to herself. It was now annoying. Fine. she tugged on Skyjak's sleeve, he looked at her.

"What is it my child?"  She gave him a look and her understood.

"So you're feeling something for once. Well say something about it." She growled he and he chuckled heartily.

"At some point you're going to have to talk." She growled but sighed. She knew at some point someone would force her to talk but her had promised herself and she never broke her promises. The feeling of his eyes had dissapeared when she had tugged on Skyjak's sleeve and she wanted to sigh because she was back to not feeling. But as soon as she looked away from him the eyes were back on her.

"DAMN IT, DAMN IT ALL." That was it. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

"WHY ARE HIS EYES STILL ON ME." She yelled in her mind, she wanted to growl and confront him. But everyone in the Sham Lash was here. That was about thirty four people excluding her, the boy, and Skyjak.

"Fine, I'll talk, if it stops this staring, fine. It's making me feel, and that's no good." Counting to ten in her mind she waited to see if he would stop. She growled and picked her dagger off of the table. Still the eyes stayed on her

"WOULD YOU FUCKING STOP?!" She yelled at the boy. This was her first words to someone other than the leader in three years . The room went silent as everyone looked at the silent child that was standing with her dagger in the wood of the table. She was glaring, irritated, at the pale, white haired boy across from her. Whispering started a few seconds after her outburst. She yanked her dagger out of the table and stormed out of the room. Muttering to herself in the hall she realized now she felt nothing.

"Good." She thought. That strange feeling was draining. She was tired, and she wanted a nap now.

"How do people do that, feeling is so draining." She thought as she yawned.

(Back in the dinning room)

"What do you do to her Ja'far? That's the first I've ever heard her speak?" The boy was confused. What had he done? She never said anything about him watching her before now. He watched her a lot of times. She was a mystery to everyone and that intrigued him. She was pretty with her (h/l) (h/c) hair and her (e/c) eyes. Her (s/c) skin fitted her perfect. He wanted to know her, he had wanted to understand her. And tomorrow he was leaving for the Kou Empires mission and he may not come back. That was doubtful but still.

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Ja'far had left three hours after the feast. He had found (y/n). He watched from the shadows as she trained with her rope darts. He knew that she could tell her was there but he never stepped out and she never called him out on it.

She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to call him out, but insted she trained harder, trying to take her mind off him. Soon he left. Then never came back. When Skyjak had said that it was claimed he died in a fight in a dungeon, (y/n) felt something, and it hurt. She didn't know what it was. It felt like someone had reached inside of her and was stabbing her heart while lighting it on fire while simultaneously ripping it apart. She did not care for this feeling. She went to the training hall, and pushed herself to her limit, she stayed in there for hours on end training till she reached her limit. Every day was the same. She would train and train until she would drop. Then she would pick herself up and train again. She would only stop to eat then right after she would train till she passed out and someone had to carry her to her room. She did this so often that they even had a schedule of who would carry her to bed. After years of the same exact thing, she finally felt nothing again. Yet she kept up the same routine. Soon everyone started to hire her, everyday there was another mission to carry out, everyday she gain more and more credit to her name. She used the name Arusha as her cover name seeing as anyone would know her family if they knew her real name. Soon five years passed, then five more of just the same, she would train on her off days and work all the other. But at the eleven year mark of Ja'far leaving, (y/n) was tasked with something that would bring her to the original source of what had made her feel at one point so many years ago. She was tasked with the killing of someone from the Kou empire, Hakuryuu Ren.