The holidays quickly approached as soon as the weather became chilly. It was only November and Christmas decorations have already been up for a few weeks. The city of Tokyo, Japan buzzed with life as the people bought and sold items. In the shopping district, people gathered the most as they go from shop to shop, trying to get the best bargain for their money. At a small antique shop, a vibrant young woman hummed merrily to the carols playing on the radio as she hung up some tinsel while standing on a ladder. Her red cowlneck sweater has a jeweled brooch also taupe colored flat-front pants with permanent creases in them creating a polished look plus black ankle boots. An old man counted down a drawer as he collected the checks and cash from what they had made wearing priest robes consisting of a white top and dark blue pants.
Bells jingled as the front door of the shop opened. The young woman looked over her shoulder to greet the prospective customers with her shining blue-grey orbs, full of welcoming. The customer wore dark, messy clothes, cut-up gloves, trench coat, and a greasy beanie, torn up blue jeans, and worn out tennis shoes. His dark eyes shifted from the young woman to the old man as he reached into his coat with his right hand. The old man looked up finally to greet the customer as he finished placing the money into a money bag.
Before either of them could say a thing, they had seen a flash of something shiny and found a hand gun with a silencer pointed at the old man. The young woman stumbled on the ladder as she gasped. She was only 10 feet away but as she watched the man begin to pull the trigger she felt like she is worlds away. On instinct she jumped off the ladder and lunged at the man, knocking him over just as he pulled the trigger.
Her left arm had tugged the gun downward just before the shot, causing it to go off in the area of her hip. The man hit his head hard at the force of the impact. Not wanting to take any more chances, he scrambled to get up to the counter, grab a wad of money and then proceeded to run out the door, gun in hand.
The old man scrambled around the counter to the young woman just as the bells jingled, signaling the departure of the gun man. He kneeled down to the young woman, whispering prayers to any God that would listen. His eyes widened as the bells jingled again, afraid the gun man came back to finish them off. Scared, he looked up slowly to find polished, expensive looking shoes, brown slacks, black trench coat, and a dark blue scarf.
Silver hair and amber eyes took in the scene and began to call for an ambulance until they noticed the faint pink glow on the young woman. He closed the space between them quickly and knelt down as he swept black, wavy hair out of the woman's face and rolled her onto her back. Finding the bullet hole in her shirt, he lifted it up to find the bullet almost fully submerged into her body. He yanked it out and set it on the floor before seeing a soft pink colored, shiny object, he narrowed his eyes.
Looking up at the old man he questioned, "What is your relation to this woman?"
"Her grandfather," he replied shakily.
"We need to go somewhere private. Gather your belongings and close up the shop." The amber-eyed man ordered.
The whole incident still had him shaken up so he just nodded and gave a short bow and then proceeded to close up. Ten minutes later he had the front door locked and then turned around to the man carrying his granddaughter. "I live at a quiet shrine; we should have more than enough privacy there."
The man nodded then pulled out his smart phone and called a number. Without waiting for a answer he said, "Have my car picked up in the shopping district." Then hung up.
Taking that as a signal, the older man lead him to a nearby parking garage where he had parked his compact car. He opened the door for the man to get into the backseat. Rushing around, he climbed into the driver seat and turned the ignition, hearing the engine turn on. Slowly backing out, he set out on his destination home. He took the fastest route and took their private road in the back of the shrine to the garage.
After they were all out he rushed ahead of them calling out to his daughter to open the door. Just as they got there a woman with a yellow apron on, opened the door and stepped back in shock, as she let them in. The amber-eyed man had then been lead to a bedroom upstairs that appeared to be her room, but his senses told him that she no longer regularly occupied it. After setting her down on the bed, he showed the mother the wound on her daughter and she set about cleaning it up.
The mother noticed the pink glint and proceeded to look closer at the wound. "What is this?" She mumbled.
With his superior hearing the man answered. "A powerful jewel that will cause chaos, should word ever get out."
Startled eyes looked up at him. The old man then looked at the wound, also seeing the same thing and almost looked like would have a heart attack at any given moment. "Impossible." He whispered before rushing out of the room.
Looking around the amber-eyed man looked at the items in the room finding pictures of the younger woman back in high school, plus certificates, high school diploma, and a degree in small business. She appeared no older than 22, but yet it looked like she has been very determined. One last picture caught his eye. At first he thought it was from a dance but he found it to be some modeling gig she must have performed. Dressed in a silky ice blue night gown, with silver stilettos, various flowers dyed a similar blue dawning her hair, jewelry and the sheer robe.