Caught in Between.
All charters belong to Nobuhiro Watsuki and I own Wolf and any others I make up!
Rain hit concert below the clouds, and anyone else with out an umbrella or some sort of protection from the elements. Save one young teenage girl who walked though a darken ally. She was about the age of 15, but she did not it for all she would say. Dark red hair cut in a raw style and slightly spike to the ends fell down to her narrow shoulders. The light from windows showed some dark purple high lights in the bangs and to the back now and then. She had somewhat of a sharp overall face, and high cheekbones. Her eye brows where a little darker then the hair, with the left being pierced by a black hoop. Yet her eyes showed the most. They themselves where her best weapon, blue with the outer melting into a lilac color. Often rare in her family. One might say she look soft, save for the harsh scar long scar on her left cheek, reaching from the middle of the nose to the end of her cheek. A slash of the blade. Mouth was set in a hard line, as if she was thinking about something that made her angered in a form.
Her black shirt, showed some sign of boobs, as for her build of body. The slights curves gave way to the female form below the layers of cloths. Yet her muscles shown that of a light fighter, as did her build, this young girl was a fighter. But waving no more then 116 pounds, it was all muscle and speed, and her mind that let win any battle. She walked a steady beat, in tune to the city around her. Her baggy black jeans with the loops and the chain glistened in the sparred light from the windows. She all measurement of height was five' four and no more. One would not call her petite from the aura of harshness and anger that seem to ratite from the young girl.
Her fingerless black gloves, one in the pocket, the other pulling at the black leather choker on her neck. Finished her body long and nibble where the fingers trained to handle her dagger hidden in her pants. Now and then she would look back the slights, taking in the way of moment she felt as she made her way to a house, on an edge of an overgrown park.
She stopped at the door, water dripping from her bangs as she knocked on the door lightly. A shiver would hit her body now then, the rain having socked in every place of the clothing. Then as she was about to leave, the door opened to revel an elder Japanese woman in a storm gray kimono. Her once bluish black hair tied back in a high bun, barley any winkles touched her, a few laugh lines on her upper lip and the slights around her deep black eyes. One could tell in her high days of youth, she had been a beauty to all. She still was, but in a fading way that seem to last. Small and lean she was, and shorter then the teen before her. Akina Himura looked at her granddaughter with a slight tight lip, due to her being wet in this fall storm.
'Child get in here at once'' she snapped kindly. ''What in the hell are you doing walking in this weather, and when its dark out. Sometimes I wonder Wolf if you even think before an action''
Wolf looked at grandmother with a slight more pressed lip as she walked into the house and door shutting behind her, drops of water feel from her body. Creating a puddle of water on the bamboo rug. Red hair was plaster to her face, looking un- combed much to the eyes of the elderly woman.
'Come on obaasan (grandmother), don't look at me like that.'' She said heavily, her hands taken from her pockets, now just lying on her hips. Her voice was deeper then one might think for her size.
Akina shook her head at her granddaughter and said ''Well come on, change your cloths and meet me in the living room. I just got gone making some tea and Chanko.''
Wolf noded, taking off the wet gray sneakers, and walking out of the doorway. Leaving a trail of water with every step. The other women scowled and mutter in Japanese under her breath about granddaughters and cleaning. Still her gaze lingered on the teen, wondering what caused her to make the 30 min walk in this weather to her house once again. An idea bloomed her head, at once again she muttered in her native tongue.
Wolf walked to the most western and amercing part of the house. The bedroom had a bed, not a futon. And even as TV, small but still in color. Wallpaper was of cranes, every Asian in snatchers. Most of the colors where cool in tune, a mix of a gray for carpeting, and the bed mixing to blues and whites. Wolf went to the dresser draws and pulled out a long sleeved worn shirt and a pair of baggy seat pants. At lease they where warm and dry. More then once had left cloths here for these reasons such as tonight. Her grandmother mostly used the downstairs for living; the top floor was made of apt. where a young mother and her child lived. Along with an artiest, male.
After changing and leaving the cloths in the laundry room. She made her way to the living room. Her grandma sitting at a low cedar table, and on a cushioned. Steam rose from a bowel of hot chanko and a white coffee cup of green tea to warm her body even more. The living room looked as it had been taken from an old time Japanese scène housing set. It was all real, from the mats to the paper walls. How her grandmother had done all this was still being wondered by Wolf.
She sat down on the cushion, picking up the fork while her grandmother used chopsticks to eat the meal. Some time passed between the two. Wolf's gaze turned to the really only techno thing in the room. T.V. Still it was not on, which at this time of night was weird. Her grandma often watched the late night news. Akina saw the way her grandchild would not meet her gaze, and saw it wonder over the pictures on wall, easily to one.
It was an old picture, over 130 years old. It showed a young japans woman, a young boy and a man, roster by his hairstyle. Anther was on the right of the woman. A small built man, his right hand on her shoulders of the women. All where smiling, and each seem to have rolled in the dirt. The date of the photo was 1884, the start of the Meiji era of Japan.
Wolf's blue eyes scanned the picture, her eyes focused on the man. Akina slightly coughed, getting the young woman's attained on her once again. She put down the chopsticks; her lips pressed a little as she wapped her mouth in the most graceful manner of someone of her ledge of life. Wolf could tell she was in somewhat of a trouble just by the lips alone.
Wolf meet her eyes, the black to the blue, her eyes held no harshness, but a calm only meet after so long of living. Her signed again; her grandmother closed her eyes, pushing some of hair from her forehead. The teen slightly slumped in her cross-legged position.
''Wolf, what happened?'' her grandmothers said softly to her, her eyes once again on the young woman. Wolf drank her tea in one long gulp, her grandmother's eyebrow twitching the lights in response.
She put down the cup, her eyes meeting the table and empty plate. ' I got into a fight with Nick again about school. Then like always mom took his side and Hunter but in his own two fucking scents. Then I left, walked in the rain and came here.'' She said, breathing after words.
Akina felt a slight sadness for her grand daughter, and a hate ward for Nick, her stepfather. It was also at this moment. Her granddaughter look like her dead son. The same nerves of press lips and eye brows scowling, even the hands playing with the cup where his. Her son, Yasuo had passed away when Wolf was still a young child. He had been a cop and a good man. Loved his family and friends. Also he was good at his job, to good. Due to an arrest he made, he had been gunned down off duty, outside his home. It was Wolf, who had sceen, everything, and later called 911. Shock had clung on for a week after wards. Later her daughter in law, when Mary had found anther man, with his own son young son and remarried when Wolf was about 10, it was then. Wolf and it seemed her world had gone hill.
But her mother Mary had gone cold turkey so to speak. Yasuo pictures where gone, and anything giving way to his Japanese blood were not allowed in the home. Her granddaughter repelled. Often running from home, school and fighting. Also where the grandmother saw more of her son. He had loved the art of the blade, and fighting. Wolf relexed at it. She had learned to fight and live on the streets on and off these last 10 years. Giving her an edge like a blade in any problem. Using her smarts both street and other wise to get out of it would seem un solved problems or situations, and in all this, she changed into Wolf. Never again taking to her birth name in more defiance to her mother. Still the only one in her family she took too was her grandmother. Who daughter a mix of things about life.
'Look, Wolf I know you hate your home honey. But running away and fighting will not solve this problem.'' Akerica said bleakly. Wolf signed, knobbing
' I know that grams, yet I never start this shit. Nick will say something, then mom, followed by perfect boy. And I have been going to school, mostly. Still no matter what I fucking do, its never enough for them.'' Wolf angrily said, her hands going into a fist, clinching tighter with each hand.
Akina stood up, and sat down, giving her granddaughter a hug saying 'Go and get some sleep, we will deal with this in the morning.
Wolf smiled and once her grandmother released her, made her way to the spare bedroom, closing the door. Akina's eyes closed and swear in her native tongue about Nick and that damn woman Mary.
Wolf got up in wee hours of the morning. She put on her old cloths, now clean and dry and reached into dress drawers. Pulling out a long black trench coat, and her backpack. She grabbed 2 more pants and 2 shirts, gloves and socks. Also one headband. She could not face her face so-called family yet, despite her grandmothers backing. She in turn would only be ripped into by her mother later down the line. The one place she might go, was her friend Jewel or Enishi. Wolf opened the window, jumping out onto the Ally Street. And running to the west side of town. It would take about an hour to walk all the back ways.