Disclaimer: I don't own Claymore, it belongs to Norihiro Yagi.
Galetea looked out the front window of her shop. Something doesn't feel right, she thought. What is it? She grabbed a watering pail and started watering the flowers in her shop glancing out the window every so often. I'm just being paranoid, she concluded. Seven years hiding from the organization and they still haven't found me. Galetea adjusted her dark lens glasses and continued to water the flowers. If they had sent someone to come and kill me, I would have already felt their presents, and would have already skipped town for a few weeks. She finished watering the plants and set the pail on the counter. On the stove water was boiling for tea. The ex-silver eyed slayer picked some chamomile and tossed it into the water.
Why do I have this foreboding feeling that something is going to happen? Has the Organization figured out a way to get under my radar? Nah, probably not, they might know the area I might be in, but not the exact location. She took out a small clay cup and started to poor tea into it. Why am I so tense now? It's not like they're going to find me now after seven years, so why am I being so tense like something's going to happen? Galetea sipped on the tea and sat the cup down. She placed her hands on the counter and took a deep breath before reaching for the tea. The cup cracked in several places.
This isn't good, she thought. Maybe something is going to happen today. Galetea pored herself another cup of tea and started to sip it. The ex-slayer kneeled down on the ground and pulled up several loose floorboards. She reached into the floor and pulled out a dusty claymore. Quickly she replaced the loose floorboards and stood, hiding the claymore behind the counter. I really do hope that I won't need this. The door was slammed open and a trio of three teens ran in out of breath.
"Galetea-san," the girl said, "at the front gate, there was two Claymores." The other two boys nodded their heads.
"Yeah," the older boy continued. "The weird thing was that they looked like claymores, but their eyes weren't silver!"
"What do you mean?" Galetea asked.
"They had normal colored eyes," the younger boy continued. "One was a child-Claymore that was followed by an older Claymore that some color still in her blonde hair." Galetea sighed and walked out from behind the counter.
"You three stay in the shop," she told them. "You don't need to be caught in this unnecessary fight."
She walked out the door and stood in the middle of the street. Two lone figures walk towards Galetea. They stopped about several yards away from her.
"Well, hello," Galetea greeted. The older dual-haired Claymore stepped in front of the younger one.
"Galetea the deserter," the dual-haired claymore said, "the Organization has ordered your execution." Galetea sighed as she held her sword ready and the child Claymore charged at her.
I knew something was going to happen.