The Wings of Peace
Cor: 0o "I LOVE YOU!!! YOU ARE READING THIS! WHICH MEANS YOU ARE READING MY STORY! YEAH!"
Kenshin: "Is it just me or is she a LITTLE bit too excited?"
Cor: "It's just you, and stop talking to yourself." Kenshin: XX Cor: "You guys, PLEASE review! I mean, this is my first story on FF.net, so yeah... I really need to know if I should write more!!!" needy stance Kenshin: "...oro..."
Disclaimer: I do not, by any means, own Rurouni Kenshin. wails miserably
Chapter One: First Feather
The streets of Tokyo had grown dark. The last of the city dwellers had returned to the safety of their homes, shuddering off the night's breath. For as the sun set, rose the vixens of Japan, wielding the false love and temptation of their ways through the minds of those unfortunate enough to be caught after the sun had passed over the Western horizon. With laughter they floated from one street corner to the next, the prostitutes glancing over the edges of spread fans at the rats they had caught.
Saitou Hajime walked slowly down the street, face tilted up to study the stars. Perhaps he was amazed by the soft silver beauty of their bright forms, but more likely he was doing what many a despaired soul had done for generation-to-generation; trying to read the Heavens for some mention, some prophesy of peace to come. And like all had done in past, he completely missed their meaning.
The stars up in the sky seemed to dull as a cloud came over them, crying out the true meaning of tranquility only to be muffled before their words could read the earth below. And for Saitou, indeed the stars had failed him once again. Sighing, the agent continued his night walk; perhaps serenity would find him with the moon, a full silver disk in the dark dome above.
Aware, and undaunted, he walked into their lair, the night vixens' eyes glowing with the prospect of new prey. "Hello there, love..." Saitou barely glanced over his shoulder at the girl behind him, black hair pulled tightly back, with a loose strand floating down the side of her pale face, brown eyes filled with lust, "Looking for a good time, are we?" 'Not her...not tonight.' his thoughts were silent as he brushed past, leaving a slightly cross temptress behind.
Eerily yellow eyes scanned the sides of the street nonchalantly, passing over various women... and passing on.
"Cor, darling, why must you be so picky!" It was stated rather than asked, the two whores standing in shadows starting a small conversation, "Money is money, and if you expect to pay off your debt to Kurash, I recommend that you stop whining and start working!" Violet eyes flashed as she talked to the girl, running her hands through her long ebony hair, thrown casually over one shoulder.
"Perhaps, Mishio, but you know how it can be... hard, sometimes." Strangely dark green eyes turned to the other. "Ah, my dear girl..." Mishio sighed, "Coming from the West from that horrid dreary England was no feast for you, I am sure, but you must realize; the sun rises here. The lifestyle is different, and work is harder. Kurash took you in, raising you and teaching you the true ways of the world. Why you cannot accept what is clearly reality and truth is beyond me." "Perhaps that is because you are a cruel heartless bitch." "COR!" "What? Is the reality and truth sounding not so welcoming as it was a few moments ago?" "Why you little-" "Fight later, work now. Here comes one." Cor slowly pushed her dark gold hair over her shoulder, watching Mishio walked slowly into the street, swaying her hips in an inviting gesture as a tall figure walked towards their corner.
Saitou stared at the woman coming towards him, although alluring to others, to him she was simply a pretty face encased in a revealing kimono, only there for a typical man's pleasure. "Around these parts... often?" A smirk played across cherry lips. "Yes." The answer was short. "Well then, I'm not sure if I've seen you much... why don't we get to know each other, a bit better?" He remained silent for a moment, causing Mishio to arch a delicate brow, puzzled.
"Who's your friend?" He finally spoke. Mishio blinked and glanced over her shoulder quickly, then smirked, "You would not find Cor so engaging, my dear sir... that is why I am here for-" She cut off as he walked passed her, heading towards the Western girl still wrapped in shadows. "Bastard." Mishio muttered, crossing her arms as she watched the simple start of nothing, that would become something.