-Silver Moon-
She had this impression about the silver-hair samurai, the very first time she had met him. The man who managed to dodged her kunais, although some struck on his forehead. He's ridiculously strong.
As the moon can never be seen and shone upon Yoshiwara that fateful night they had first met, her scarred face managed to capture and illuminate his heart. She had a pretty scarred face that carries a beautiful soul.
Her impression of him was really wrong. That's what she thought. And who said that 'first impression last'? Only idiot man does.
And whoever said that scarring your beautiful face and throwing away your womanhood makes you an equal to a man? Only idiot woman does.
She seems not to noticed nor admitted it, it's not just once but many times in every life-threatening situation does the silver hair samurai bet his own life just to protect the moon that illuminates the place of eternal night. He's her protector.
He had this thought that she can never be drunk as she lived her life in the place full of fantasy and lust. A place when most men spend and enjoys their 'happy hour'. And in just one shot of liquor, she turned into something he had never imagined. She's his drunk terminator.
She's a smoker. Puffing, smoking her kisuke nonstop while wandering around the red-light district. They may found it inappropriate, not so lady-like. She never give a damn and doesn't even care. She's just being her.
He's a easy-going, lazy guy. All day sitting or lying around while reading his Jump. It may disgust them, he had this habit picking his nose nor they felt awful every time they watch him ate a mountain of parfaits and drink his overly sweet strawberry milk. He's just being him.
She may act or pretend that she's equal with the silver-hair guy. Not caring about the world what they might think about her rude, rough attitude towards him. But one thing is certain, she's indeed his woman whenever he's around.
He seems cold and not to care on how the blonde woman acts and treats him. Or on how she intolerably react whenever he accidentally touched her and get stabbed by her. It's just his only way to say, I'm your man and you're my woman.
She's watching him from afar as her heart kept fluttering like a bird trapped in a net. She just turned her head and hid her blushing face whenever he catches her staring at him.
He's secretly enjoying it, as she quickly avert her eyes from him whenever he accidentally caught her watching him. He just good in hiding a smile and keep his deadpan expression while his heart pounding loudly through his chest.
-xxx-
A silver-haired guy sitting, leaning his back under the sakura tree while staring at the starry sky; watching the pretty silver moon. He love the feeling and enjoying the cold breeze of the wind, one lovely night.
A blond woman sit next to the certain silver-hair guy. She noticed him on how his usual impassive expression gives her a simple warm smile. She keep her kisure away, snake her arm against him and gently rest her head on his broad shoulder.
"What a lovely silver moon...' The blonde woman said.
"You're even more lovelier." The silver-hair man simply replied. Planted a passionate kiss on her lips.