Title: Death in Minor Key

Summary: ‘Songs in minor key are used for funerals,’ he says, fingers playing over the keys, turning “Happy Birthday” into a morbid mockery of what it should be. ‘Death songs, not love songs,’ he says. Assassin fic.

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‘Songs in minor key are used for funerals,’ he says, fingers playing over the keys, turning “Happy Birthday” into a morbid mockery of what it should be. ‘Death songs, not love songs,’ he says.

‘When I die, play “Ode to Joy” in minor for me,’ he says.

All she can do is nod. She could never deny him anything.

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The thing is, she always knew that their line of work was dangerous. After all, nobody loves an assassin.

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He gives her the names, and she gives him the bodies. Theirs is a symbiotic (if unprofessional) relationship.

Everyone always said that they worked together perfectly.

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Just because she knew it was dangerous to even walk out the door in the morning doesn’t mean she was expecting this.

If anything, she was expecting it to be her.

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She looks down at him on the ground, spread out like a fallen, avenging angel. His smile widens, and in the crimson lips and blood stained previously white teeth, she can hear only minor chords.