Summary: Sakura in this time frame has paved her path in society as the Kuroi Sakura. She takes her anger and frustration out on bags of sand and endures her adopted family. This mission was to take her mind off her current life. It just doesn't do that, however. It just adds people and more stress to her black and white life. Maybe besides Donna Karen mules, a certain group of people can add some color to the tense life she leads. All this to take this girl out of incognito.
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Kuroi to Shiro
By: Furuto and Wavering Melody
"Chapter 1: Arrival"
A girl of seventeen, roamed on the campus of Towa University with a sheet of paper rolled up in her hand. It was March and the cherry blossoms were not yet in bloom in Hamamatsucho, Tokyo. When they were, her mission would begin. Her mission to end the Kinomoto Clan.
Flashback
In the training hall, the assassins of the Kurosawa Clan practiced their most accurate attacks. Pairs of assassins could be seen throwing weapons at each other. Their movements were so precise that no injuries could be laid. Both offense and defense flew across the hall. In a corner there was a single girl, practicing thrusts at large bags of sand. She backed up and jumped. Her right arm shot out and her slender fingers pierced the canvas causing the sand to spill onto the wooden floor. At the entrance of the hall was a clapping which was meant only to draw her attention. It was a young man of twenty-one, who's tall built was very intimidating.
"You have advanced greatly since you came into our care," the young man stated. Sakura nodded."You so not expect me to be the same girl, do you Daisuke?""Of course, not." Sakura shrugged at the reply."I wonder what is so important that it led you from your training." It was rare to see Daisuke anywhere, other then his place on the mountains.
"I was summoned here by grandmother to fetch you."
"You make me sound like an object, however fair enough. I take it that you'll be leading the way." Daisuke nodded and started for the door. Sakura left the sand to be swept by the Kurosawa's on duty and followed him.
Daisuke took long strides down the wooden corridor. No matter how advanced the outside world was, it did not matter to the Kurosawa's. Their estates were kept by tradition and only handled by Kurosawa's of that training. Each Kurosawa had their own role and Sakura's was to be an assassin whenever called on. The Kurosawa's were not ruthless, however as long as there was a task at hand, no one could stop them. That is their reputation and it stuck.
Sakura entered a small yet silent, trot automatically. Her body was a given commands that later worked as a programmed system would. When situations called for a certain predictable task, it was automatic. As she followed, she soon realized where she was heading. Sliding open the framed paper door, Sakura entered the lamp lit room. The same types of subtle lamps were used in the library. They were soft on the eyes and held a floral scent. The reed-like wick burned at the wax hungrily and it floated in a glass bowl of melted wax.
A woman whom had an ageless face sat in the center. She lowered her cup of tea as she saw Sakura. Sakura bowed in respect and stood waiting for her new mission. The woman's silver-white hair was pulled back and tied. As she turned, two think strands felled into a loop and framed the left side of her face. The style acknowledged her rank in the clan. Sakura's head was still inclined slightly and she did not meet the woman's spellbinding violet eyes. She would wait until she was spoken to. It was of the Kurosawa custom. 'Do not humble yourself; however do not meet the eyes of your elder until spoken to.'
"Sit down child." Sakura sat down.
"You called for me, obaasan?" she asked in a sweet tone which she used only with close relations.
"Hai. You may leave now Daisuke." He bowed and turned around, sliding the door until the only light source came from the lamps. Outside, several silhouettes moved silently by.
"You have a new assignment for me."
"You know me too well, Sakura. Here, read it and burn it afterwards."
"Is that all, obaasan?" The woman nodded.
"It should give you no trouble." Sakura got up to leave. "One more thing," she said, making Sakura halt. "Do not tell Kaori where you are going. If she knew she would create a great deal of complications. Kei will meet you in Tokyo. He will have all your papers done for you. If you need anything, just ask him for it. If you have questions you will ask Daisuke. He should be able to fill you in." She got up once again and left the woman with her attendants. Every so often her grandmother would go into the outside world, though not more than she would need to. She wondered what her grandmother meant when she said Kaori would create complication. It did not matter now though. All she needed to do was to heed the warning and carry out her assignment.
End of Flashback
Yes, she would remember alright. However it would be Kei, not her that would blunder. After all, Kaori is his only sibling and what is left of the family which he once knew.
Ikebukuro, Tokyo
A young man blended into the night crowd. A giant electronic bulletin board flashed the time, date, and temperature. He was dressed in a black turtle neck and a dark gray trench coat. It has not returned to Kyoto in three years now. He had just received a call from there telling him that the assassin was arriving: Sakura his adopted cousin who was seventeen. He had just finished assuring his grandmother that he would watch over her.
That he would do. However he would not do the other thing she asked. He would not return any time soon. Not until he found the person that killed his parents and crippled his sister. He would show no mercy. After all, anyone who dared to lay a finger on a Kurosawa had a death wish. His indigo eyes flashed dangerously and it proved that he would do just that.
Furuto: Well I'm finished.
Wavering Melody: Between the two of us, I don't think A/N will work. There are two of us after all. Well, this is the first chapter. If it's a disappointment because the summary was better, you can write some flames. We don't really care. Just remember we have a Disclaimer. We deny claim on anything that is not of our creation.