The assassin walked into the room quietly, his mood and emotions hidden. He stole a short glance at his captive: the youngest Saiya-jin scientist in a century. She was looking off to the side, curled up in the corner. The assassin didn't blame her. What she had gone through was a bit traumatic. Another male had kidnapped her, planning to do nasty things with her. He had lured her to the window with a kind smile, offering a liberation that did not exsist. A few days had past when somehow, the male assassin stole her back. It had been quite confusing for the young female, not knowing who to trust.
Koda looked at the assassin, who was now paying attention to what he left for. He was bending over a box which contents were not visible. Koda's interest wasn't very much. She looked back to the tiny hole in the wall that she was examining. She touched the rough edges of the wall with her fingers, taking in all of the information that the single touch brought. Koda sighed. She wanted to be back in her lab with her friends and with her master. She was still an apprentice, and not only that, but she liked her master in a special way that none of the other scientists had felt. Koda felt a silent tear slide down her now rough cheek. How much she missed her life the way it was before she met the assassin!
Koda knew she was wanted by many males. Not directly of course; scientists are always a want when it comes to mates. Scientists can devise ways of supplying the body with more chi and invent tools to use and help their owner in fights. Scientists are also trained in the methods of healing using chi. Koda had, in gratitude, healed the wounds the assassin suffered in the process of saving her. Koda was reflecting upon herself for the tenth time that hour, when a hand gently touched her shoulder. It felt rough and calloused. Koda's head snapped around to face whomever touched her. It was the assassin.
"You're sad, aren't you?" he asked. Koda adverted her eyes. The hand hooked a finger under her chin and turned her head so it faced his. Oddly enough, his eyes actually had kindness in them, a sort of longing that Koda couldn't place. A few thoughts ran through her mind, including the fact that some assassins were known to kidnap young females, rape them, then slit their throats and throw their bodies into a river, just to get some pleasure in their nasty job. Koda was suddenly suspicious of this man, too. The one who tricked her earlier had kind eyes. Although, for some strange reason this one's eyes were different. "There's nothing to fear," he said calmly and quietly.
A reaction that Koda had felt around her master brought itself to her now that she was with the assassin. His voice caressed a nerve in her, one that gave her tail goosebumps and bristled her fur. Koda curled her tail under the bed so the assassin wouldn't see it and get ideas that would shift the moment into something disaserous. The assassin slowly took his hand back.
"I want to show you something," he said. A chill of fear flashed up Koda's spine. She didn't expect what came next. The assassin began untying his belt, a strip of black cloth that appeared to be too baggy to properly be used how he intended. When he took it off, Koda found out why it was so baggy: the assassin was a Saiya-jin! Seeing the suprise in her face (mainly in her eyes), the assassin decided to let his tail have a bit of freedom. He tied the belt back on. "I never meant for you to know..."
Koda spoke for the first time in days. "Why did you kidnap me?"
The assassin just watched her with a peculiar look in his eyes. After a few seconds, Koda adverted her eyes. She hated looking at him, and she disliked the feeling of his gaze upon her. Koda knew that his sharp mind was working, thinking, and brainstorming about what to do next with her. She had been in his life for at least half of an Earth year, and yet, with all of this 'togetherness', the assassin never discussed his past. Koda had noticed at first how well-tuned the assassin's body was. He'd obviously had found time to train while still making sure that she did not escape; he had gradually become stronger.
Koda had a limited amount of respect for him. Her thoughts on assassins were pesimistic, although her colleagues noted that they felt drawn toward the dark and mysterious types. Koda had not expirienced the feeling. As she sat there, nearly motionless, her tail curved under the bed, Koda thought more and more of what had happened in the past six months. She could feel that her and the one with no identity were closer than complete strangers, but far from calling each other friends; not even aquaintances.
The two of them had been staying in the excuse of a hotel room for seventy percent of the time Koda was kidnapped. She was pretty used to it now, and she had explored every crack of it. There were bullet holes in the north wall, a rat had made a small nest behind the bed, the closet had a secret compartment to store extra things, and, most of all, there was a safe under the shabby desk in which the assassin kept his posessions when not in use. The assassin normally wasn't inside the room at night, and recently Koda had become accustomed to sleeping then. Tonight, it would be different.
A distant rustling was heard on the far side of the room. Koda looked up. The assassin was fishing through a bag he had carried in earlier. The bag looked as if it had been used for years; its seemed worn. The assassin glanced at Koda for a second, then threw a bag of food in her direction. She didn't touch it at first, although hunger gnawed on her stomach. When the assassin wasn't looking, Koda grabed the bag of food and silently opened it. In the bag, there was a bit of dried meat and some bread snacks. Koda munched on them slowly.
I may or may not finish this, and if you're planning to watch it, I'm telling you now updates aren't on a basis.
Yes, I know it is short compared to other writers' chapters. Live with it.