Wind howled through the city, creating eerily beautiful aeolian harps
from ordinary telephone wires. A lone figure stood a top a roof, long
black coat billowing behind him. Dark eyes stared from a pale, somber
face. Below, he watched the city go about it's nightly business. Finally,
he spotted it. The car he'd been waiting for. Turning, he disappeared
back into the shadows of the building.
Sena Robin was the hottest pop singer Japan had ever known. She accepted it all with a grateful smile, yet somehow it never seemed fulfilled. She had just finished recording her latest single and was looking forward going home and the rest she was entitled to. Bowing politely, a smile always on her lips, the young singer made her way out of the studio to the awaiting car.
The figure smirked as the black limo pulled away, sweeping it's charge from the stress of her job and heading back to her estate beyond the city's limits. He knew well where it was going, slipping his car into gear, the dark-haired man sped away.
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Karasuma Miho sighed softly, looking across the backseat of the limo to her little singer. Robin was staring out the window, chin resting against her palm. Miho had been her agent from the beginning, watching over the little girl as she grew. It saddened her how much the girl seemed to withdraw, dealing with everything with a detached, lonely smile. Miho supposed that she could understand, in a way, both of them had no parents they could remember. Ms. Karasuma corrected herself; she had had parents, though they never cared for her as they should have. Robin hadn't had even the comfort of knowing their voices or the touch of their skin. Miho gathered her thoughts and her things as they neared the house. She frowned lightly at the black car sitting outside.
Robin sighed into her fingers. Watching the scenery go by as they sped along. She wondered why she was so popular, why every one seemed to care for her. She had no friends outside of those she also employed. As they pulled up to her house, she straightened. Staring at her from the window of a car parked outside her gates was one of the most compelling men she had ever seen. He stared coolly back at her, and she wondered if his dark gaze could really penetrate the tinted windows. She shivered involuntarily.
In his car, Amon smirked to himself. She was on time and exactly where he needed her to be. Everything was going as planned.
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AN: Please read and review. I appreciate the comments. Especially if you think the story is jumping around a bit much between characters. Thanks. --Mourning-kun
Sena Robin was the hottest pop singer Japan had ever known. She accepted it all with a grateful smile, yet somehow it never seemed fulfilled. She had just finished recording her latest single and was looking forward going home and the rest she was entitled to. Bowing politely, a smile always on her lips, the young singer made her way out of the studio to the awaiting car.
The figure smirked as the black limo pulled away, sweeping it's charge from the stress of her job and heading back to her estate beyond the city's limits. He knew well where it was going, slipping his car into gear, the dark-haired man sped away.
-
Karasuma Miho sighed softly, looking across the backseat of the limo to her little singer. Robin was staring out the window, chin resting against her palm. Miho had been her agent from the beginning, watching over the little girl as she grew. It saddened her how much the girl seemed to withdraw, dealing with everything with a detached, lonely smile. Miho supposed that she could understand, in a way, both of them had no parents they could remember. Ms. Karasuma corrected herself; she had had parents, though they never cared for her as they should have. Robin hadn't had even the comfort of knowing their voices or the touch of their skin. Miho gathered her thoughts and her things as they neared the house. She frowned lightly at the black car sitting outside.
Robin sighed into her fingers. Watching the scenery go by as they sped along. She wondered why she was so popular, why every one seemed to care for her. She had no friends outside of those she also employed. As they pulled up to her house, she straightened. Staring at her from the window of a car parked outside her gates was one of the most compelling men she had ever seen. He stared coolly back at her, and she wondered if his dark gaze could really penetrate the tinted windows. She shivered involuntarily.
In his car, Amon smirked to himself. She was on time and exactly where he needed her to be. Everything was going as planned.
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AN: Please read and review. I appreciate the comments. Especially if you think the story is jumping around a bit much between characters. Thanks. --Mourning-kun