Disclaimer:I don't own Bethesda Studios,therefore I don't own Skyrim...I do WISH I owned Cicero though...who doesn't love that little mad jester? :D

-----Flashback-----

The night in Windhelm was cold,as expected of a hold inside of Eastmarch that's been said it was the coldest of all the other holds. The cold winds was cutting my cheeks as I walked the eternally snow-covered alleyways towards the rumored Aventus Aretino's home,the boy who escaped the Riften Orphanage and is now said by the guards and citizens of Riften that he is performing the Black Sacrament behind the walls of his homes. The Black Sacrament,the ritual which is

said to be the only way to contact the famous and feared Dark Brotherhood.

'Famous' I scoffed in my mind,making sure to not get caught by the guards as I was now standing in front of Aretino's doorway and beginning to lock-pick the door.

If they were so famous,why haven't I heard of them?

'Maybe because you just only arrived in Skyrim a few weeks ago'

My subconscious answered for me.

'Yeah,and with the warmest welcome I might add' I added with sarcasm as I finally unlocked the door with only losing...9 lock-picks.

I sweat dropped at the amount,showing me that I still must improve on this particular skill, especially to survive in Skyrim.

I turned the handle of the door and went inside as quietly as I could and closed the door immediately behind me,not allowing any of the freezing winds to bring in snow in front of the entrance. When I finished,I heard mumbles from upstairs.

"Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear."

I carefully went up the steps and turned the corner immediately expecting for him to be there,and he was.

He was bowing against the floor multiple times as he said the repeatedly, having a knife in his hand that he hit against the floor with the dull part. Candles were all around him in semi-circle, a full body skeleton plus a heart,another part of human flesh with an Alteration book beside them.He kept doing it over and over,hinting that he must've don't this for quite a while.

I walked up to him carefully,trying not to scare the poor boy,even though this

kind of scene will make anyone go running. Where did he get those stuff

anyway?

"Please..." He began speaking to the floor with a whining tone.

"How long must I do this? I keep praying, Night Mother. Why won't you answer me?"

I approached him and asked him if he was alright,to which he replied quite enthusiastically.

"It worked! I knew you'd come, I just knew it! I did the Black Sacrament, over and over. With the body and the... the things. And then you came! An assassin from the Dark Brotherhood."

Well...I didn't expect this to happen. What did I expect to happen really though? Why did I come here in the first place? I wanted to see if I could try to stop him from such a path probably...or maybe it was just curiosity. Maybe something even darker when I heard the rumors.

I stood there silent,not giving away anything,neither denying or accepting that I'm in the Dark Brotherhood. And it seemed he didn't mind at all.

"You don't have to say anything. There's no need. You're here, so I know you'll accept my contract."

I asked about his contract after that,on who exactly he wants to kill and the reason why. It appeared that his mother died of an illness last year,and since he was now an orphan,Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak sent him to Riften where Honorhall Orphange was. He said that the head mistress was cruel,evil. He said that she was terrible to all the children in the orphanage. The funny thing was that people called her Grelod the Kind,when it sounded like she wasn't at all. He ran away back home and performed the Black Sacrament,I which I appeared before him.

But I had to ask him one more question,just to make sure of something.

"How sure are you about wanting Grelod dead?" I asked him with an even voice, trying my best to not show emotions. And he gave me an answer that I wouldn't expect of a ten year old, with determination and slight coldness.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life. Someone like Grelod doesn't deserve to live one more day. She's a monster."

I left for Riften soon after that, I checked if the kid was right about Grelod the Kind and he was. I escaped Riften soon after the kill,with blood on my paws and claws as I continue running in my werewolf form. Soon after I realized something,something important.

My innocence was lost.

--Tirdas, 20th of Morning Star--

"Tra la la~, Tra la lee~ ,da da dum dum~,dee dee~"

"Cicero, stop dancing for one second so I can successfully reach my home to drop this huge weight on my back off without stopping."

"If that's your wish, I'll oblige~" he replied with a wicked smile and his high pitched voice as we were walking along the streets of Whiterun,heading towards my house to drop off some stuff inside. There was a delay on the fast travel,immediately when we left Riften,the dragon I heard earlier decided to finally attack us. And when it comes to fast traveling, you cannot do it when enemies are nearby for some odd reason. I sighed in annoyance but still killed and got the soul of the dragon,as well as the dragon scales and bones it had. Which is now one of the reasons I'm in Whiterun.

"Thank you Cicero." I said to him as I opened my door to my house.

'Now I just need to go upstairs and-' My thoughts were stopped as I was about to place my foot on the first steps of the stairs when I finally sensed a presence near me, I turned my head slightly to the left , and saw Farkas. I was about to say a greeting when he interrupted me.

"Don't be deceived." He said as he looked at me in the eye and then at Cicero over my shoulder with his eyebrows slightly furrowed which seemed like anger,soon after,he just walked away, going up the stairs.

"...What?" I stood there confused as I tried to decipher what he meant. First Lydia with that rude comment at me and now Farkas being all mysterious with his words,which is weird. He's normally blunt,to the point and now he's acting all cryptic which I'm not used to coming from him. I looked over at Cicero,seeing if he had any idea what Farkas could've meant. But I only saw him continuing to stand a few feet behind me with a blank look in his eyes but his signature pointed smile still in place,only now it looked a little forced.

He looked over at me when he felt my eyes trying to bore into his.

"You have quite of a husband,eh Listener~? Not even a smooch to your cheeks,but quite a stare he had on you, hm~?" He said with a tone of voice I couldn't figure out, with raised eyebrows but still with the same forced smile.

'Yeah, but he had quite a glare at you' I thought in my mind as I continued to look at him,still bewildered on what happened back there. This is very odd,but I can't think too much of it now I need to get rid of this horrible weight on my back.

"...Let's just continue on what we were

going to do, Cicero, and leave. We have other things to do here."

I kept my voice even as I said it and turned my body to go upstairs, when I felt something warm on one of my cheeks. I quickly glanced towards the direction where I felt the strange touch come from.

Cicero took a step back as he put his jester hat back on his head as he looked at me with his wicked smile.

"Every wife should get a greeting from the man they love."

I stood there as a small warmth were now on both of my cheeks,still shocked and confused on what he did and what he said.He took the weight that crushing shoulders and went up the stairs,probably dropping the stuff in my chest for me. But not before looking over his shoulder to look down at me.

"I gave one to you that was supposed to be from your husband. I'm sure he doesn't mind me giving you one in favor of him~." He ended with a smirk, even though his tone was serious at first, it finished with his usual mirth and high-pitched voice. And turned back to walk up the stairs,but I caught a mutter as he went up the steps.

"He owes me one."

-----Authors Note------

In the flashback,for the people who don't know,it was the Dragonborn/Listener.

I again won't say any other excuse besides myself and my major procrastination problem,I still apologize greatly though.

Please if you TRULY like it,then like it.If you REALLY liked it,then comment.I NEED TO KNOW !!D,X