A/N: Hi everyone! Well, all GraLu fans anyway! I was browsing through anime pictures (TEHE!) and I saw an arabian style princess, and it gave me this idea! That is all I'm gonna give away for now! MWAHAHAHAHAAA!
Haha, anyway, I hope you enjoy this extremely short chapter and keep reading! I will be updating again fairly soon because I have nothing to do for today! ^_^
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All the characters belong to Hiro Mashima, but storyline is ENTIRELY MINE! NO THEFT PLEASE! THIS IS AVARON-AMATERASU'S WORK! THANK YOU! :D
When the Day Met the Night
The night was dark, quiet and still. Only the gentle breeze gently whispered to the trees as it made it's way through the small town.
As silent as the night itself, a mysterious figure made no noise as he stepped and ducked, pressing his back against a wall as he checked behind him, stormy blue eyes checking for followers. His eyes darted to a house, just up the little cobblestone road. The breeze blew the delicate curtains, material dancing in the night air. The man darted across the road, silently approaching the small house. His half-covered hand slid down to check for the knife, tucked away on his lower back. His left hand gripped the handle, feeling the craftsmanship on this particular weapon. His eyes glinted in the moonlight as he could feel the blood begin to pump through his veins. Pulling his scarf over most of his face, the man stepped onto the windowsill, pushing the curtains aside. Silently dropping down, he hid in the shadows, eyes scanning the room left to right, leaving nothing unseen.
To the left there was a hearth, full of ashes, the chopped wood lay piled up next to it. Then there was a small wooden desk messy and covered with notes. The inkpot was spilt over most of the pages, whoever was here had left in a hurry. His ears twitched and eyebrows knitted together as he heard another person, or thing, breathing softly to his right. Crouching down low, the man made his way across the cool, uneven stone floor. There was a rug on the ground, covered my a mass of thick blankets.
His eyes scanned the pile, and saw a rope trailed out of the mess, tied firmly to the large padlock that hung on the doorknob. Closing his eyes and inhaling quietly he tightened his grip on the handle of his knife. Using his other hand, the man grabbed the blankets and threw them behind him and in one swift action; the knife was at the figures' throat. However, a woven potato sack covered the person's face and their hands were tied together with the same rope he saw tied to the padlock. The persons breathing quickened, chest heaving. His eyes scanned the person's body before darting back up to where the face would be. A woman? His right hand hovered over her body, up to the woven sack. Bracing himself to quieten her down, he yanked the sack off of her. White cloth smudged with dirt covered her eyes, as well as her mouth, both we tied tightly shut. This is getting annoying. I gotta find out who it is and get this damn job over and done with. Holding his knife just cenitmetres away from her throat, the man slipped his round around behind her head and untied the cloth, letting it fall loosely to her shoulders.
A sharp breath escaped him, pupils shrinking ever so slightly. The girl looked no older than 17, crystal-clear brown eyes trembled as tears spilled down her dirty cheeks. His left hand jolted slightly and he pushed it to the skin on her smooth neck to steady his hand. The girl laying beneath him looked up at him with mixed emotions. Fear and hope. His eyebrows knitted together as he cursed under his breath, pulling the dirty cloth from her mouth and before she could even make a noise, he was gone. The curtains flapped form the disturbance before settling back to their peaceful waving.
