This is old ok. The first three chapters are all old, but I still remember what I want to do with it. So, basically, I'll get around to finishing this... eventually. maybe.
If I don't, I think I'll make a chapter detailing everything that was planned to happen from the point where I left off till the end. The old author's notes will be left, anything current is bolded like this. Enjoy!
The barred door that led to the prison cells creaked open. "Don't worry about me," the woman said. "I'll be fine and let you know if one or two loses a finger or so." She motioned towards the katana in her belt. The officers gulped loudly and shut the door behind her almost too quickly to call it calm. Her sandals clicked as she walked down the row of prison cells, looking for one in particular. Then she stopped and knelt down by the bars that belonged to a teenager who strayed from the law.
"Broken child," she cooed, "Do you wish to be free?" A ball in the corner stirred and eyes peered out towards the visitor. "Do you wish to make up for what you've done?" His eyes were shimmering with hope, just as they do everyday. "Then wait for me. I may be able to save you, but you'll have to help me once I do."
And just like the day before, she then got up and left that same troubled boy, in that same troubled cell running on foolish empty hope. An officer opened the exit for her as she stepped out into the main room. As she was walking out, the same authority spoke, "Rather cruel thing of you to do, Yoru." She turned and met the stern eyes of Fujita Goro and a smirk ran across her lips. "Visiting that boy everyday, giving him hope like the rest, when all you're doing is shopping," he said, keeping the same cold tone.
As her lips parted, an angelic voice came out that didn't seem to fit what was being accused of her, "You seem to have me all figured out, Saito."
He pulled out a cigarette and as he lit it, he muttered, "Swift death to evil."
Her eyes softened, "That kid merely got caught up in the yakuza. Nothing he should die over."
Saito took a drag of his cigarette. "I wasn't referring to the boy," he cooly said and his eyes narrowed.
"Flattery will get you no where," she commented in a cocky voice.
He closed his eyes, and changed the subject with out paying any attention to that last note, "So, have you accepted Mr. Yamagata's offer? Or is that foolish permit still enough for you?"
"I like my foolish permit thank you very much. And before I forget, Hajime, " His eyebrow twitched. She always meant business when she used first names. "You've been here a while. Has anyone under the name Yukishiro been arrested?"
His expression only seemed to grow colder with each word, "Not that I know of."
A smile played across her face as she headed to the door. "I see. Well, thank you for your time, Officer." Then, the mysterious one called Yoru Yume was gone.
He inhaled his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke as he sat there alone... "Women..."
"Hmph, the Village of Forgotten Souls. Still sounds appropriate, even after all this time." Yume said. She adjusted her sword that was fastened in her belt and started walking into the village where broken souls collected. They usually put up a fight when it came to outsiders, but Yume came by often enough to be more of a regular than anything. "Hey there," she called out to a hunched over figure. "Old man! How ya been?"
The aged man turned around and his eyes lit up through his broken glasses. "Yume! How ya doin'?"
She grinned towards her old friend, "Same same. How about you old fart?"
His clothes were comprised of cloth and other old worn materials hand sewn together. "Will you ever just call me Geezer like the rest?" he questioned through crooked and missing teeth.
"Not likely," she replied while walking closer to the old timer.
This seemed to be a friendly enough visit, and although she was welcomed by him, it didn't mean the onlookers were feeling the same towards her. "How's Keiji doing?" he asked.
Her eyes darkened at the mention of his name, "The government decided that he made up for all he did. And when I released him from my watch, they killed him for his one past crime."
He sighed, "Just like all the others. And Keiji didn't even mean to kill his little sister. He was just practicing with his father's sword."
"I know and he died without regret except for that. But I'm here for another now. Some one you should know actually."
The old man's interest seemed to be raised, "And who would that troubled soul be? Another swordsman?"
Yume smiled widely, "Yes, a Yukishiro Enishi infact."
Conversation ceased at that point and a dusty wind clouded the air. She held that grin on her face and the old man showed nothing. Shortly though, among the silence the dusty wind settled and it seemed as if no one was around. "Yume," the aged man started, "Your intentions have always been noble, but really. They all die in the end. Maybe you should just live your life..."
She smirked at his comment towards the matter. "You know as well as I do that I can't return to that. He is always waiting for me to return to what little of a life I have left. Besides, anyone I take with me always leaves on their own will and when they die, they die happy."
He didn't move, "Yes, but I'm just concerned for your safety."
"Yes, I'm sure that's all it is," she said and gave him that I-don't-believe-you look before walking away further into the rows of run-down huts.
And as he saw her figure walk away, searching for the new comer, he sighed with a heavy heart, "I'll never understand a Hitokiri."
Eventually after wandering for a bit she found who she was looking for. There he was, snowy white hair and all, with his knees to his chest and what looked like a journal in the other. She walked over and sat down next to him. "Enishi," she said, "Why are you still here instead of back on your feet?"
He didn't answer. He just kept staring at the journal in his hand.
"Is it because of Tomoe?" she asked. His eyes were instantly on her and held an intent to kill behind them because she used Tomoe's name too casually.
"You don't know my sister." he scowled in a deadly but quiet voice.
She kept her calm and continued when she shouldn't, "But I know you, Enishi. I've heard all about you. All of your past, I know."
His eyes sharpened into a glare that could kill.
"There's one thing I can't understand though... Why you can't be happy," she said sincerely.
Einishi's glare lessened and he looked back to his hand. "She still won't smile," he muttered.
"To-," Yume stopped her self from using the taboo name and then continued, "She won't smile until you're happy."
His grip tightened around the paper, "I can't be happy until he pays for what he has done. Even if she..."
"Loved him?" she finished. Then Yume sighed, "You should know this Enishi. She died in the arms of the man she loved. Revenge won't make you or Tomoe happy."
He said nothing after that. Slowly she raised her hand and brought it towards his face. But before she could touch him, Enishi's glare broke out again towards her. Yume didn't care though. She gave him a soft smile and lightly put her finger tips to his cheek to give a sense of comfort and trust.
"Enishi, maybe you just need to atone for your crimes and find some one to fight for. To protect. Perhaps then you'll be happy," she said, and then withdrew her hand. He acted like he didn't hear, but she knew he did.
She sighed while standing up, and brushed the dirt off of her skirt [1]. Then she turned towards Enishi with a huge grin on her face. "So," she enthusiastically started, "How about it? Wanna go find that happiness?" He looked at her with surprise as Yume extended her right hand towards him, offering to join her journey.
Yes, tis the end! This was just my experiment to see if I could type in 3rd person view. Message me and if you think my third person view is better than my second, I'll keep it. Otherwise, it's 2nd person view from here on out. Also, I'm curious to know if anyone can piece together her story from just this or if they need more info. I'm kinda trying the mystery angle on this one.
[1] It's kind of like half of a kimono dress/skirt thing but it's tattered and she does have shorts underneath. Just tight ones.
[Side Note] Believe it or not, in this story Enishi is younger that her. By six or eight years actually. I haven't figured it out yet.