Part of Assassin's Series

Prologue

"I just don't understand why would you do that Torin!" he yelled in anger, slamming his hands on the table in front of him as he stood up, knocking his chair backwards. The entire restaurante went quite and turned to look at him, but at that moment he didn't care. Destiny was beyond pissed off by now.

His fiance sat across from him looking guilty, and a little sad.. The taller blond refused to look up from his plate, as if seeing the younger man would prove everything they had just talked about. "I just..." he looked away, towards the questioning faces of waiters and normal people just wanting to eat. "Do we have to discuss this here?" Destiny fumed.

"Yes Torin, we have to discuss this here!" He snapped.

"But do you have to yell?" Torin almost looked up at him, but didn't at the last moment.

"Yes!" Destiny screamed, not caring about the attention he was getting. He knew he would be embarassed by it later, but now it didn't matter. "Because I've been trying to broach the subject for weeks! But when I first came back from Germany you were away, and then I tried to tell you when you got back but you avoided the topic... I even managed to ask you this morning but you interrupted and decided to tell me about this dinner you planned for tonight! Now why don't you just tell me why the fuck you've been screening my mail for 8 fucking years!"

Torin finally made eye contact, and Destiny felt a stab of guilt pierce his heart when he saw the tears in the other man's eyes. "I was scared, Destiny... I was scared that you'd leave me. Can you blame me for that? I've loved you ever since I met you..."

"That doesn't give you the right to keep him from me," Destiny quieted down, nervously glancing around them. Maybe I should've tried to stay calm enough to scream after we left the restaurante... but still!

And Destiny did have a right. Eight years ago, back when he was just graduating from his Grandmother's school back in Germany, he had been the talk of the town. He'd had so many girls after him (and quite a few boys, too) that he rented a secret apartment in a questionable district, just so that he could get some time alone: the only problem was that one person knew about his hiding place. One person knew about it, and visited him, and had even spent a couple of hours taking his virginity... not that he objected.

But then that person disappeared from his life, as if he'd been nothing but a dream. Eight years past without so much as a creepy note saying 'I can see you through your window', or so Destiny had thought.

It turned out that the person had in fact been trying to reach him. Had sent him letters everyday for two years. Had never failed to send him a birthday present; had in fact, sent him a kitten for his last birthday. But Torin had intercepted each and every letter, present, and probably anything else that had been sent. Torin had kept him from seeing that mystery man from eight years ago, the one that he still, occasionally, dreamed about...

And he found this all out two weeks ago, where he ran into said person in the middle of a snow storm in Germany.

"What were you afraid of, Torin?" Destin asked softly, knowing that if he didn't finally get this out now he might not be able to ask again. Ever since Torin had gotten a clue about what had happened in Germany he had been showering him with gifts and had barely let Destiny get two words into any conversation. He must've hoped that I would just forget. "We're engaged... I'm engaged to you. Not him. You."

Torin sighed, hands still wrapped around his utensils and tears still in his eyes. "But something happened between you two, Destiny... something that you can't stop thinking about, that you can't just put in the past. At first it was just a means to make you forget... but he didn't stop, and you didn't forget." Gradually the blond let go of the utensils, the metal clinking against the porcelain plate as he hung his head. "And now this. How can I not... How could I not be afraid of loosing you now?"

"Because..." Destiny started, but the words didn't make it to his lips.

Frustrated, he pulled a hand through his raven locks, looking at Torin's bowed head and trying not to see Mörder in his mind's eye. Trying not to compare his beloved fiance with the memory of a lover from long ago.

"Excuse me, sir?" Destiny jumped at the small voice, and turned to look at the petite woman who had approached him. She was dressed in blacks with a small white apron around her waist, just like ever other waitress in the restaurante. She had been the one to take their orders and offer them wine, and while then she had looked happy and cheerful, now she looked nervous. "I'm afraid that I must... aa... ask you to..."

Staring at her for a moment, Destiny tried to figure out why no one would meet his eyes today. Sister didn't, Torin won't, and now this waitress... am I intimidating that many people today? I'm not scary like Mör- He shook his head as he forced himself to stop that train of thought, but his mind returned to it immediately. I keep thinking about him... and now I've confronted Torin. How am I going to finish sorting this out..?

The waitress was still stumbling through her words, but Destiny waved for her to stop. "I understand," he told her easily, picking his jacket up from the back of the chair he had been sitting in. He gestured towards Torin, "he'll be taking care of the bill, and I'm sorry for the scene I created."

Throwing the jacket over his shoulder, he moved past the tables of staring people and towards the exit... but he barely made it there before Torin's voice called from the otherside of the restaurante, continuing the spectical. "What are you going to do now, Destiny?"

He paused, but only for a moment, the answer clear in his mind and coming easily to his lips. "I'm going to find Mörder."