Assassin in Yellow

"No offense sugar cube, but that's just not possible. I mean you wouldn't do those things...right?"

I sighed, "It was for a very good cause. I would never do that without reason."

"Well, I for one think that it's kind of romantic," Rarity commented, helping herself to another cup of tea.

The room went dead silent.

"It's like a bedtime story, where the dashing knight slays the dragon and saves the world," she explained. "Also I think we need more ponies who are willing to risk their very lives to do the right thing."

She did have a point there, I had to give her that. But personally I thought she would be the first in line to run me out of town.

"So all of you are just going to ignore the fact that she willingly committed treason," Dash demanded, jumping up on the couch and thrusting an accusing hoof at each of us. "You could all be arrested for harboring a criminal! where are those guards!?"

"Just simmer down sally, we don't know the full story yet," AJ responded calmly, trying to restore the semblance of order the room used to have.

"No! I won't just 'simmer down' she's-she's one of them! An enemy of the peace. You know...I-I-I just...I just can't. You know what? she's your problem now! so don't come crying to me when she hurts somepony!" Dash fumed, slamming the door and tearing off to the sky. Her sky.

"She'll come around, don't worry," AJ reassured, closing the curtains after our colorful friend.

"You have my word Fluttershy, my guards won't touch you," Twilight promised, before going back to her research.

"They wouldn't make that mistake twice," I assured, scrubbing at the last of the stains. Sadly Rarity's "solution" was perfumed soap. It cleaned terribly and smelled worse.

"Oh, no you don't," Twilight declared shifting tones to "motherly" "your weapons are not leaving this library. Is that clear?"

"How am I supposed to--"

"That's what the guards are for Fluttershy. you're safe now, I won't let anything happen to you," Twilight answered without looking away from the page.

"I could take them any time I wanted you know," I pointed out a little more bitterly than I would've liked.

"But you won't. I trust you Fluttershy, don't make me regret it."

"Are you threatening me," I asked, almost laughing at the prospect. Imagine Twilight threatening me, ludicrous.

"Yes I am," she answered plainly, "you are unofficially under arrest until I can get to the bottom of this. You aren't allowed to leave Ponyville, understand?"

"I'm...wait...you-you can't do this," I protested, glancing around the room for any sort of support.

Applejack was just barely keeping from laughter, Rarity was busy fussing over the parts of the stains that didn't come out. So much for friends sticking up for you.

"It's getting late, and I should be heading home," I excused, snatching my Jacket and saddlebag from Rarity, and making my way towards the door.

"Are--"

"I can take care of myself thanks," I responded politely before slipping out into the darkening town.

The night was a comfort, the dark, cool breeze, and silence put me in high spirits. I started off towards my cottage at a brisk trot whistling a cheery tune.

"I know something Twilight doesn't," I sang softly to myself, feeling quite immensely satisfied with how my situation has unfolded. I still had my hidden blades! "I win."

"Angel I'm home," I called, long formed habits resurfacing. I hung up my jacket and slowly made my way upstairs. I was honestly exhausted and more than a little impatient to sleep in my own bed.

Angel helped me stumble into bed before turning out the light and darting downstairs to the couch.

"Some things never change," I mumbled, before drifting off to sleep, fully content to be back home.