Disclaimer: No, I don't own X; Clamp does. *sigh* And for any who don't know, the Sakurazukamori is an assassination group, and is the rival of the Sumeragi clan, of which Subaru Sumeragi is the current head. Subaru also has a twin sister...
~Perfect~
Seishirou Sakuruzuka took a long drag on his cigarette. The smoke filled his lungs, giving him a sort of heady satisfaction tipped in revulsion. Yeah, the stuff would probably kill him. Wouldn't that be perfect, though? The great Seishirou; the Sakurazukamori, killed by a rolled-up peice of paper. An ironic smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Perfect.
The smile faded. With a careless shrug, he tossed the stick behind him and walked forward.
The sidewalk was empty. The street was empty. In fact, everything
was empty. Seishirou glanced at the houses up and down the road. With so many windows broken in and boarded up, all the front lawns littered and dead, and the roofs patched over where there was anything left to patch over, it looked like a ghost town. But no, even the ghosts seemed to have abandoned the place.
Perfect.
Something copper flashed at the edge of his vision, and he paused. A penny lay on the sidewalk, Lincoln's gaunt face smiling obliquely at the ground. An old children's rhyme sprang to mind as he looked at the bright coin.
*~*Find a penny, pick it up,
And then all day you'll have good luck*~*
Perfect.
Seishiro chuckled, a dark, unsettling sound. Well, it couldn't hurt, he thought, and scooped the coin up, dropping it into his pocket as he continued on.
A few moments later, he stepped off the sidewalk, and let the Tree's illusion surround him. The ethereal blossoms were falling as they always were, like tinted snowflakes caught in an eternal sunset. Seishirou watched as the purplish-pink petals settled on the ground, casting an unearthly glow on the Tree.
But he didn't stare, or draw a breath in astonishment. No, he'd seen it all before. Besides, he was here for more important matters than to watch the Tree. He was waiting for someone, and once that someone arrived, he would finally have some free time.
But how he hated the waiting! Sure, he was patient. Hell, he was probably the most patient man in the world, but he still hated it.
He raised a hand to his lips, and stared in confusion at his empty fingers for a moment before he remembered that he had thrown it away. Now why had he done that?
Perfect.
Finally, he heard the light footsteps coming up behind him, the airy hiss of the white kimono around delicate ankles, the quiet click oc the beads around a graceful neck. Smirking calmly, he turned around. Quickly hiding a frown of surprise he splashed a casual smile across his face, a warm, open, relaxing smile. He was proud of it; it had taken him months to perfect it. His guest stopped in front of him, the silky black hair that elegantly framed their face swaying lightly in the breeze. Seishirou glanced down to look into the emerald eyes below him.
"Well, hello there ma'am."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Seishiro Sakuruzuka pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with steady hands. His right arm dropped back to his side, leaving a bright red fingerprint on the paper.
He took a long drag on his cigarette. The smoke filled his lungs, giving him a sort of heady satisfaction tipped in revulsion. Yeah, the stuff would probably kill him. Wouldn't that be perfect, though? The great Seishirou; the Sakurazukamori, killed by a rolled-up piece of paper. A mirthless, throaty chuckle slid past his lips and he drew in another breath.
Perfect.
All right, so here's another try at rewriting an event. And yeah, there aren't pennies in Tokyo, but I don't care, so sue me. Well, don't really. But PLEASE REVIEW!
~Perfect~
Seishirou Sakuruzuka took a long drag on his cigarette. The smoke filled his lungs, giving him a sort of heady satisfaction tipped in revulsion. Yeah, the stuff would probably kill him. Wouldn't that be perfect, though? The great Seishirou; the Sakurazukamori, killed by a rolled-up peice of paper. An ironic smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Perfect.
The smile faded. With a careless shrug, he tossed the stick behind him and walked forward.
The sidewalk was empty. The street was empty. In fact, everything
was empty. Seishirou glanced at the houses up and down the road. With so many windows broken in and boarded up, all the front lawns littered and dead, and the roofs patched over where there was anything left to patch over, it looked like a ghost town. But no, even the ghosts seemed to have abandoned the place.
Perfect.
Something copper flashed at the edge of his vision, and he paused. A penny lay on the sidewalk, Lincoln's gaunt face smiling obliquely at the ground. An old children's rhyme sprang to mind as he looked at the bright coin.
*~*Find a penny, pick it up,
And then all day you'll have good luck*~*
Perfect.
Seishiro chuckled, a dark, unsettling sound. Well, it couldn't hurt, he thought, and scooped the coin up, dropping it into his pocket as he continued on.
A few moments later, he stepped off the sidewalk, and let the Tree's illusion surround him. The ethereal blossoms were falling as they always were, like tinted snowflakes caught in an eternal sunset. Seishirou watched as the purplish-pink petals settled on the ground, casting an unearthly glow on the Tree.
But he didn't stare, or draw a breath in astonishment. No, he'd seen it all before. Besides, he was here for more important matters than to watch the Tree. He was waiting for someone, and once that someone arrived, he would finally have some free time.
But how he hated the waiting! Sure, he was patient. Hell, he was probably the most patient man in the world, but he still hated it.
He raised a hand to his lips, and stared in confusion at his empty fingers for a moment before he remembered that he had thrown it away. Now why had he done that?
Perfect.
Finally, he heard the light footsteps coming up behind him, the airy hiss of the white kimono around delicate ankles, the quiet click oc the beads around a graceful neck. Smirking calmly, he turned around. Quickly hiding a frown of surprise he splashed a casual smile across his face, a warm, open, relaxing smile. He was proud of it; it had taken him months to perfect it. His guest stopped in front of him, the silky black hair that elegantly framed their face swaying lightly in the breeze. Seishirou glanced down to look into the emerald eyes below him.
"Well, hello there ma'am."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Seishiro Sakuruzuka pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with steady hands. His right arm dropped back to his side, leaving a bright red fingerprint on the paper.
He took a long drag on his cigarette. The smoke filled his lungs, giving him a sort of heady satisfaction tipped in revulsion. Yeah, the stuff would probably kill him. Wouldn't that be perfect, though? The great Seishirou; the Sakurazukamori, killed by a rolled-up piece of paper. A mirthless, throaty chuckle slid past his lips and he drew in another breath.
Perfect.
All right, so here's another try at rewriting an event. And yeah, there aren't pennies in Tokyo, but I don't care, so sue me. Well, don't really. But PLEASE REVIEW!