I wasn't too thrilled about heading to Kyoto. Large cities just make me uncomfortable so many smells and sounds. No thanks, unfortunately I didn't have a say in the matter. Those in charge, specifically my asshole older brother, had received word of a small group of Naraku's men causing trouble here and we were sent to put a stop to it one way or another. Let's face it, there aren't enough of us to fight this oncoming war, but I'll be damned if we won't die trying.
Sesshomaru and the emperor's advisors are convinced we can take Naraku's whole organization down one man at a time. With each death we hope to move further and further away from this impending war. So myself and the other Kinnouka Samurai, we are nothing but a whisper, a faceless group of glorified murders traveling the countryside as the emperors wills us so.
I guess being in the city does have some benefits. I have to admit it is nice to sleep indoors occasionally and the privacy of the inn does give me slight comfort as the night of the new moon approaches.
Damn weakness I think to myself as I huddle up in the corner of the large social room. I can't help but glower in the corner as I listen to my companions chatter on. To say I'm anxious to get this over with would be an understatement. I hate staying in one place to long. My attention is diverted momentarily as I hear a loud clang and the sounds of the other men's laughter. I glance up impulsively and met the flushed gaze of the young women serving tea. I heard her laugh softly to herself as my ear twitched instinctively to the firefly buzzing by. I realize now I must have frightened the girl as I studied her expression. At first glance, the girl seemed just like any, tall, thin, and pale. But as I watched her intently I noticed the subtitle differences. Her hair was long and dark like many others but in just the right light some strands looked almost blue. Her eyes were not brown like most but a deep grey, the color of an approaching storm. My insides began to churn as the scent of jasmine drifted nearer the closer she got.
It's hard to explain exactly how I feel now as I watch the clumsy wench. Her awkward movements bring a small smile to my face and I wonder what it is about this woman that has me so interested. As I glance around the room I notice that I'm not the only one watching her. One set of lustful eyes later I could feel my blood begin to boil. The strangers ice blue eyes met my murderous gaze and he glared back as if he was instigating some unspoken challenge. I felt my claws cutting half moon shaped cuts into my palms as I closed my fists in resentment.
Frustration overtook me as I tried to rationalize my emotional response. I was beyond pissed and I didn't even know this girl. I had to get out of there, the uncertainty was overwhelming. I glanced back at her as I left the room wondering what is was about this seemingly normal girl that had me so ……fucking confused.
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