Criminal, Assassin, Spy

Hello! This is a fanfic of Kenji’s life. Kenji doesn’t have a page yet, sorry! 
== Job [1] ==
I’m a weapon. And I welcome it. I benefit from this. I don’t mind. I will switch sides whenever I need. I’m not trustworthy, not loyal. But that doesn’t matter. I’m rich. I look in the mirror over the sink in my room and study the few new scars I have. 
Two knocks on my door. “Come in,” I say. My voice is raspy, which is something I can’t fix. A beautiful SandWing pops in, I can see half of her body through the mirror. I know her. I work for her. 
“Here’s your little prize,” she says and plops a bag of money on my desk. “Oh and, if you’re up for it, I’ve got another task for you. Surely it won’t be hard for one of the greatest assassins and criminals.” I twitch at the mention of being a criminal. It’s true, but something about it annoys me. Like that one knot you can’t get out of your rope. 
“Lemme see,” I say, and turn around to face her. My tail barb makes an eerie sound as it scrapes against the ground. 
“Now, that’s the spirit,” she grins. She waits for me to drag myself next to her. She is holding a brown beat-up paper with messy handwriting and a picture imbedded into it. “Here,” she stabs a talon into the picture, on accident, I suppose, “is the dragon your aiming for. He stole a few things from me, and I’d like them back. His name is Lu. If you’re lucky, you’ll find him in Scorpion Den. Dead or Alive. And, your prize is some of the jewels he stole from me.” 
“What kind?” I smile.
“Eh, maybe some rubies and diamonds.” 
I snatch the paper. “Looks like you got yourself a deal,” I say, and then shake her talon. 
== A Liar [2] ==
I pant. I’ve been flying for a few hours at least without stopping. I know I’m supposed to be tougher, but flying is hard work. In the distance, I see a small village. That’s where my target will be. I know my assigner said Lu would be in Scorpion Den, but luckily I know where he actually lives. I knew this dragon a few years back. 
I arrive at the village. All the buildings are made of wood. Whoever made this place was an idiot, because someone could drop a cactus bomb and this whole place would disintegrate into ashes. Few dragons were on the streets. Most were SandWings or SkyWings selling things. I walked the street in a way I hoped wouldn’t be suspicious and avoided eye contact.
I turned a right and then a left, and there it was, Lu’s home. I sat before the stairs and summoned cardboard sign that said “Please, food.” I knew my plan would work. One, because I purposely didn’t eat yesterday and today. And two, because Lu was not heartless, and was actually very kind. The second fact made me wonder if my assigner was lying, and he really stole nothing. But I don’t really care, because, after all, I profit from it.
“Food, please. Anyone. I need food.” I rasp, hopefully loud enough for Lu inside his house to hear.
I wait a minute or so, repeating my phrase, and the sun-yellow SkyWing pops a look out his door. He looks down at me and smiles. “You need food?”
“Y-yes. I’m hungry, I beg of you.” I half lie. 
“Come in, come in. I have plenty.” Lu says kindly.
I purposely stagger in, off balance. I almost fall. “Thank you-“ 
“No problem. There are many dragons who are in need of simple resources.” 
I lock the door behind me and swiftly shut all the blinds. “Now, I’ll really tell you why I’m here." I smile.
Lu was grabbing food from a drawer and instantly dropped it. He smirked, “Thought I knew you from somewhere,” his smile faded “curse my big heart.” 
“I always knew you did.” I say and sit down.
“Aight, so why ya here?” A cautious tone in his voice.
“You have something I want. A few somethings actually.” 
“My life is probably one, I suppose.” 
“I don’t want your life, but if you don’t give me what I want, I won’t hesitate takin it.”
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