It wasn't until my first day of school that I realized I wasn't normal. At first, I got along nicely with the other kits. I even made a new friend. I don't remember her name right now, but all I remember was that she was my first friend. Sadly, it didn't last long. We had to go home, and my friend tried to hug me. She suddenly screamed and jerked back. "Leasiel!" she wailed. "Why did you hurt me?! I thought we were friends!" She ran off to her parents crying, telling them that I tried to hurt her. And before I knew it, everyone in the class thought I was dangerous and stayed as far away from me as possible.

So I guess that event scarred me for life. No one wanted to be near me because they thought I was dangerous. I told my mother about this, and she finally admitted I was different. She told me that for some reason, I was born with an aura colder than ice. No one could touch me without getting hurt, not even her. Funny, it wasn't until then that I realized that my parents never hugged or kissed me like anyone else's parents. Now I knew why, and it made me sad to think that no one wanted to be near me for that.

Then, I asked my mother, "What do you mean it 'hurt'? What does that mean?"
Can you imagine having to explain pain to someone? It's hard. My mother hesitated, then pinched my arm, wincing as she did so. I didn't feel it at all.
Did you feel that, Lea?" she asked. "That's pain."
I looked at my arm. "What is?" I asked, feeling impatient. "I didn't feel anything."
My mother was shocked. "You can't feel pain? No wonder you aren't hurt by your aura!"

After that, I saw numerous doctors and scientists, who couldn't conclude why I couldn't feel pain or pressure. They tried poking me with needlies, sticking my hand over open flames, and squeezing my arm really, really hard to see if I could feel that, but I couldn't. They suspected my aura had something to do with it. Thinking my freezing body was a new disease, they prescribed that I was kept in quarintine for the rest of my life to avoid giving anyone else my fate.
This upset my parents a lot. They wanted me to be successful in life, not locked away like a beast. So they decided to NOT keep me in quarintine and let me live a normal life. But so I wouldn't hurt anyone else with my icy touch, they forced me to wear leather gloves on my paws. I still wear them even today. I actually find them to be quite fashionable. :)

So I went back to school as if that never happened. The kits there still avoided me, but after a while started talking to me again. Soon, I made some new friends, and it felt like my horrible first day never happened. And I even forgot about it for a while too. I never felt so content for so long in my life.

Years later, during high school, nothing changed. I still had my same, boring friends, and no one seemed to care that I was different. I felt like my life had no adventure in it, and I got angry. I would see tons of people get injured, and I just had my own, dull, painless day. I was envious that people could feel pain and pressure, but I couldn't.
Luckily, all that changed when one day. I was coming home from school, and suddenly, I heard someone scream, "LOOK OUT!"
I looked behind me and saw a wocky or something running to my aid. "Your arm! It's bleeding! Why aren't you in pain?!" He asked, his eyes wide in shock.

I looked down at my arm. There was a bullet or something lodged into it, blood dripping out. Not a pretty sight of course, but I felt nothing. I plucked out the bullet carefully and gave it back to the stranger.
You didn't feel that?" He asked, taking my arm and examining it. He immediately pulled back when he felt how cold it was. "You are JUST the person I've been looking for. Here, come with me."
I followed him as he led me, and rambled on and on about how extraordinary I was and such. I didn't really care. He wasn't the first to tell me that. But what really made me listen was when he said, "Tell me, have you ever operated a handgun before?"
I looked at him, astonished by the question. "No?" I answered awkwardly.
Well," he continued. "You will now. You see, I own a small...guild... and I wanted to recruit you."
Guild?" I asked, interested. "What kind of guild?"
Well in this...guild, I hire members to track down certain fugitives and eradicate them."
Oh, like police-work?"
."Not...exactly. More assassin's work."

I nearly fell backwards, choking. "WHAT?! Did you say ASSASSIN?"
."Indeed." he said, smirking. "You're the perfect assassin. You can't get hurt, so nothing can stop you. So...are you in?"
Surprisingly, I pondered on that. I didn't want to kill people, but I wanted a more exciting life. This is exactly what I was looking for. So I aggreed.

Here's how my job works. I'm assigned to track down wanted criminals and fugitives and kill them before they harm anyone. So I'm not a bad assassin, really. It's for the benefit of others. I loved my new job, and still do even now. There's so much thrill, and my disability makes me feel invincible for once. I'm not sure how my family reacted to my occupation, but I don't care. Though I knew I couldn't go back home because of that, so I decided to move to somewhere else and start over.
After exploring new worlds, I met Okibi. She had a bunch of xweetoks like myself staying at her house, and offered to let me stay there. So I live there even now. Only one of my siblings knows that I'm an assassin because he saw me sneaking away at night, but promised not to tell the others. They are very good to me, and I would never leave them for the world.