there was always a concern about something like this happening one day, even if it wasn't spoken about out loud very much over the years. after all, assassinations had existed ever since hierarchies were first established, and this wasn't the first time byakuya's family had been a target of it. their royal bloodline went back very far so there were plenty of opportunities for someone with a political agenda or a hefty payment waiting for them to take matters into their own hands and attack the togami family. extremists like that weren't viewed very favorably amongst his family for one reason or another, past attempts and present opinions notwithstanding. if there was one thing the togami bloodline possessed, it was pride, and the idea of being killed in the night or poisoned at the dinner table just seemed tactless and tasteless, without any real effort behind it. byakuya, in particular, had more
than enough to say about these kinds of people, or common folk in general if he was honest. it wasn't much of a secret that it took a lot for byakuya to look at anyone with anything other than an upturned nose and a lingering disrespect and disgust. he'd heard the phrase spoiled prince
more than once in his life, usually by people who didn't know any better, but that just meant that he was given the freedom to tune out anything else they may have had to say. he was royalty, yes, but lazy he was not, far from it.
byakuya was more than well aware that he most likely wasn't the most popular prince there had ever been, especially in the modern day. outside of his family, not many were willing to support him or even liked him, neither of which bothered him since that wouldn't do anything about the fact that he was the crown prince, only son of his father and in line for the throne no matter what. at least, that seemed to be the case until it became apparent that someone was after his life. it started off small at first, the typical tricks an assassin might try to get the kill on their prey, but byakuya had avoided them all, although there were some causalities among the staff that were pretty much unavoidable. byakuya was much too proud to let himself be a victim, and though his family did agree, that didn't mean that he was always left to do as he please. his freetime gradually turned into having the company of guards and agents, and to say it was beginning to rake on his nerves was just barely touching the real heart of the issue. after his pride, byakuya's privacy and free will to do and say whatever he pleased was the next most important thing. yet, these days he only really ever got a smidgen of alone time at night when he went to bed and during the morning when he woke up, albeit both usually involved having guards standing outside his door during these hours. honestly, when was this assassin going to give it up already? it was bordering on pathetic.
with another day of being watched at nearly every hour, byakuya was laying in bed with his eyes closed, the headache he'd had from hours ago still causing a right hell in his skull. there was no way he was going to get to sleep any time soon with this thing pounded at his brain like he owed it money, but he was also much too tired to try and distract himself from it either. turning over onto his head, byakuya placed his hand over top his pillow, vaguely feeling the hard mass hidden underneath it. as soon as the assassination attempts had begun to escalate, byakuya had taken to sleeping with a gun in his bed, just in case since he wasn't in the business of ruling out a possible night execution, helped by the fact that he was a very light sleeper to start with and someone would practically have to be floating in midair from him not to hear them. killing someone in self-defense wasn't too much of an issue for him; in his mind, the assassin had already made their choice once they picked him as a target, and they were about to find out that they had picked the wrong person to try and kill. as if he was going to go down quietly. speaking of quietly, though, and it was probably because byakuya was trying his best to go to sleep, but he could faintly, just ever so slightly, hear the door to his balcony open. it was always locked as far as he knew since he never really had a reason to go out there, preferring to stay inside and relax rather than sit out in the sun or anything like that. he stayed immobile for a moment longer, waiting to hear anything else that would tell him that someone was breaking in. he didn't to wait too long for it; his floor wasn't entirely covered in carpet so the intruder's footsteps were still audible, even if they did try their best to hide them. byakuya was tempted to roll his eyes, but they were still closed so he opted for a different reaction, choosing instead to slip his hand underneath his pillow slowly and reach for his gun. he'd have maybe a couple seconds at best to get the drop on whoever was in his room, and he took it without hesitating. he pulled out the gun at the same time as he sat up in bed, pointing it towards the intruder, finger already ready at the trigger. he could end this all now, get back his peace and quiet for good, with just one movement of his finger. and he planned to end it all tonight in one way or another. "you're not very good at your job, are you?" he asked. byakuya never could resist a gloat.