| L i e s a n d L o v e____________________________________________________________________________ |
| By Jenna |
| Chapter 1 |
| He walked down the empty street. Only the street lights to keep him company. His eyes seemed dark and cold. His hair was a deep red color, pulled up in a pony tail. He carried a Japanese sword, looking quite strong in appearance. His left hand held the handle of his sword, making sure it was always by his side. His footsteps almost echoed through the empty darkness. He seemed as though he was almost in a daze. But then, quite abruptly, someone’s finger tapped his shoulder. His eyes widened and his first reaction was grabbing his sword with his right hand, twisting around, and holding the blade up to the stranger’s throat. A girl. He gasped and his eyes widened, finally realizing reality. The girl was in complete shock. Her heart sped and skipped beats. After, feeling a bit sorry, the man pulled away his sword and sheathed it again. “S-Sorry…” he stuttered. The girl stood, staring at the stranger, whom seemed to have almost attacked her. Her breath began to get short. “…I-…I just… want to ask you…s-something” she spoke in a shaky voice. He looked up at her, with his eyes that seemed to be never ending tunnels of darkness. He nodded to her. She was still frightened, but she continued, “Do… you know… where the next bar is?” she asked, with a bit of hesitation. His face was stern… he nudged his head to the side, once, signing the direction. The girl nodded and thanked him, quickly walking away. He watched as she walked away and then sighed to himself. The reflex of an assassin, he thought to himself. He glanced at his sword and then looked away and closed his eyes, letting memories and thoughts run through his head. After a couple moments, he opened his eyes and pushed away his thoughts and memories. He looked ahead of him and continued walking. He soon came to motel. One of the ladies working there greeted him. He nodded and headed to his room. He slid his door closed behind him and sat down by the window. He glanced out the open window and into the night sky. He gazed at the stars and slowly drifted off to sleep. The sun arose, bringing its warmth and melting away the chilly, darkness of night. Misüka’s lavender eyes opened and welcomed the sunlight. She yawned and sat up from her bed. She stretched and yawned again, then stood up. She carefully folded up, her covers and sheets. She also folded up her Japanese mattress and piled it on top of the covers. Misüka placed her pillow on top of the pile of her folded bed and accessories. She changed her clothes and didn’t bother putting her hair up. Misüka slid her door opened. Maybe landladies were working, getting breakfast ready for their guests. Misüka yawned again and ahead to the ‘mess room’ where everyone ate breakfast. As she entered, she noticed everyone there were males. One man noticed her and got the attention of all the others. Now everyone was facing her. Misüka felt her stage-fright rising. A couple men started whispering and some chuckled from what others were saying. But one person caught Misüka’s eye. He was the only one we continued eating his rice. He had dark, red hair. He stood out from the other men, like a rose in a daisy bouquet. Misüka watched him and ignored what the other men were saying about her. Soon the mysterious person looked up and met eye contact with Misüka, but just so, a landlady came in and introduced Misüka to the men. “Everyone! This is Misüka… She came in late last night… She has plenty of money to pay us, so she doesn’t need to work. She will be treated as your peer, until she takes her leave. Is that alright with you?” the landlady spoke fast. All the men looked and glanced at each other mumbling. Misüka’s lavender eyes, watched the red-headed man. He didn’t say anything. He just continued eating. One guy nudged the him and whispered something to him and then laughed a bit. He didn’t have any reaction to what the other person said. He rose up from his seat and walked towards on of the doors. None of the men paid any attention to him. Misüka bowed to the men, but then went outside, following the person she had been watching. “Do you follow men often?” a voice said. He stopped and turned to Misüka. Misüka was a bit embarrassed. “Just… ones I’d like to meet…” she replied quietly and with slight smile on her face. He stared at her, almost coldly. “You don’t want to meet me…” he commented and turned around walking away. Misüka watched as he walked away. She sighed and looked down. It’s always the different ones that are hard to get…she thought. “Miss Misüka!” a man’s voice called. She looked over and saw it was one of the men from inside. Misüka bowed and said nothing. The man spoke, with a smirk on his face, “Ya… ‘workin’ tonight?” She looked at him oddly. “… What… do you mean?... I don’t work here” she replied. The man chuckled. “Ohhhh… so ya work on the streets, eh?” he continued. Misüka was quite sure of what he was talking about. She didn’t reply and just looked at him with one eyebrow raised. “Yah knowwww!” he said. Misüka shook her head. “No… I don’t know…” she commented quietly. The man smirked again and whispered something to her. As he talked quietly in her ear, the red-headed man came around and saw them. He looked at them oddly, Misüka’s back towards him. As the grungy man finished what he said, Misüka pushed herself away from him and yelled something out to him in German, “PERVERSA IDIOTI!” The red-headed man’s eyes widened, surprised at what just happened. “I AM NOT A HOOKER, IDIOT!” she screamed at the man. The other men heard the commotion outside and chuckled a bit. The man grabbed Misüka, “You WILL BE!” he yelled into her face, with an evil grin. Misüka struggled and tried to get out of the man’s grasp. “LET GO OF ME, EL STUPIDO!” The man laughed. “Ohhhh Spanish now, eh? You must be pretty intelligent to know so many languagaes.” He spoke, sounding a bit out o breath. The red-headed man was just about to go and help Misüka, until Misüka said, “No… You’re just too thick-headed to know anything.” She jumped up, almost ninja style, flipped over and kicked the man’s face. She landed on her knee facing the man she hit. The man lay on the ground, almost shocked of what just happened. Misüka stood up and didn’t turn around. “Tell me… Do you spy on girls often?” she asked and turned to where the red-headed man was watching. He almost smiled. “Only ones I want to meet.” He replied. Misüka walked over to the man and smiled, “I believe you know my name…” she spoke almost sounding angelic. He nodded, “Miss Misüka…” he replied, with a slight bow. Misüka chuckled a bit, “Correct… and your name?” He shrugged and answered, “Kenshin… Himura Kenshin.” |
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