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I jumped from roof top to roof top, spying on two of Ayamoru’s guards. One had messy blond hair that spiked outwards and always wore a red overcoat, while the other had long black hair and wore light blue and green robes. I’ve been spying on them for almost a week and to my disappointment they hadn’t noticed me. I sighed as the blond and the dark-haired one split up. Which to follow, I thought to myself. I decided on the blond hoping that I’d see his skills with his twin blades. As the dark-haired guard left I crept closer to the edge of the roof making sure to stay in the shadows. I watched quietly as the blond stood deathly still, he didn’t even look like he was breathing. I held my breath hoping he wouldn’t sense me. To my shock he looked in my direction and I slid farther into the shadows. I was becoming upset with myself. No one had ever caught me before, No one. But all of that seemed to be whipped away by the wind. I waited a few moments and went back to my earlier post and to no surprise noticed that the blond had disappeared. I sighed, figuring that I should report back to Ryuichi-Sensei. I walked back to the Firefly to find one of the Keepers crying vigorously.
“What happened!?” I asked her, my hands instinctively on my katanas. She continued to bawl. I began to grow frustrated with her loss of words.
I unsheathed my black hilted katana and placed the flat side against her temple. “Tell me what happened!” I ordered, she let out a whine and pointed towards Ryuichi’s room. I took off running towards his room, my katana still drawn. There was a slit in the door and I pushed my way through. Standing there in front of a bloody Ryuichi was the blond guard. He turned towards me his expression bored; I glared at him not even noticing that I’d drawn my blue hilted katana as well. He stood there staring at me as if I were just a simple nuisance. I stared at the gore-covered Ryuichi and back to the Samurai’s blood stained twin blades, I gritted my teeth.
“Why?!” I growled. “Why did you kill him?” He continued to stare at me blankly. As with the keeper I grew angry with his lack of words and lunged forward with my katanas, the bells in my hair ringing. He met me half way; his twin blades clashing with mine. I attempted to trip him but he jumped backwards. I lunged again; slashing outward with my katanas. He dodged my slashes by jumping over me. I felt a cold blade against my throat. I gulped as the steel lightly bit into my flesh.
“Anger makes you sluggish.” He mumbled in a husky voice. I tried to get a look at him but all I could see was the sleeve of his red overcoat. I was sure he’d finish me but he removed his blade from my neck. I grasped my katana, intent on taking him down. When I felt the flat of his blade collide with the side of my head. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, as I slid to the ground, my vision going black.
“Sister, do you think we’ll be able to find any Samurai?” Komachi asked, her big brown eyes worried. I sighed; this was the same question that I had been asking myself for the past few days. What if we couldn’t find anyone to defend our village?
“I’m sure we’ll find someone.” Rikichi muttered to Komachi. I looked at the older man. He seemed to be exhausted.
“Rikichi, can you make it to the city, or shall we stop and camp?” I asked him, my dousing crystal in my clenched hand. He nodded and we continued to walk down the rickety dirt path. When we finally reached the city’s looming gate I was sure that we should rest but both Komachi and Rikichi insisted on beginning our search. We walked through a crowd of scraggly townspeople when I heard a shot go off. I turned around in time to see a man grabbing the rice that Rikichi had been carrying; our payment to the Samurai we would find. Rikichi got up and Komachi began screeching.
“Thief! Somebody Stop him!” Komachi screeched, “Someone stop him!” She was jumping up and down, making sure that her feet hit the ground hard. I watched in disbelief as our payment ran away. Rikichi took off after him and I followed making sure Komachi was behind me. We broke through the crowd to see our rice spilled on the concrete. A young boy with blue-black hair in a ponytail stood with his katana still drawn.
“The Rice!” Rikichi yelped, he bowed before the boy then went to pick up the rice. I bowed as well and began picking it up. Komachi started to sniffle as she scooped the rice into her tiny hands. We put it in a bowl of water to cleanse it before pouring it back in the sacks. The Young boy started to help us and Rikichi panicked.
“Please, Great Samurai. Don’t get on your knees for peasants like us.” He pleaded, the boy continued to scoop the rice.
“I’m helping you because it is the way of the Samurai to help people.” the boy replied. When we finally picked up all of the rice, I checked my dousing crystal. It remained neutral; no he wasn’t fit for this mission.
“Great Samurai, thank you.” Rikichi stuttered, bowing at his feet. The boy looked flustered.
“Please take care.” The boy muttered, he gazed my way for a few mere seconds before looking at Rikichi. “And don’t put your food where it can be seen so openly.” With that he turned to leave, but Rikichi stopped him.
“Great Samurai, I have a favor to ask.” He sputtered; I grabbed his arm as the boy turned around.
“Yes?” the boy asked, his sapphire blue eyes questioning.
“He’s not the one.” I whispered in Rikichi’s ear, he nodded and dismissed the boy.
 XxXPuppet_Master182XxX · Fri Nov 27, 2009 @ 01:48pm · 0 Comments |
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