Update 1 of 2. Sorry for taking so long . If you like it please keep reviewing...comments make me smile and I write faster.
PS thanks yuki for the head up.
Uru waited patiently for his cousin to return, hopefully will be good news. Their time was short in planning due to the incompetence of Joachim and that brat, but he didn't have the luxury of killing them because of that time factor. Weren'y they aware that things are getting hard, and with all these pathetic white skin morons roaming around, it becomes difficult for them to find business and without business, there would be no spoils, and without spoils, you get cranky crew members. Flexing his fingers on his arm muscles, Uru let out a sigh as he opened his amber eyes gazing at the pavement in front of him. His unruly brown hair obstecting his views didn't seem to bother him at all as he remained in the corner of the alleyway, the crowded street just a block or so ahead of him.
It was late in the morning, but still the air remained with the scent of the port; a smell that could send Uru's stomach turning, but was always welcome. Every since he could remember, he hated the sea. When he and his parents were coming over to Russia from Japan, the only thing he could remember was the sickness and the fishes as they ate at his breakfast, lunch and dinner. Although he hated the ocean, it still reminder him of the few times that he was with both his parents.
He's father worked with the War, and was killed for his loyalty, so he was never home the majority of the time. His mother was a home wife, and although she would complain about their lifestyle, Uru's love for her was endless. Unfortunately his mother suffered death from the hands of monsters. Those few memories gave Uru reasons to move on with his life; to find a home of his own. Maybe it was because he longed for that feeling of happiness or something, whatever the reason Uru still found himself on the sea, for the majority of his days even; surprisingly how one could actually get use to the damn sea.
"Uru," Kurado muttered, resting a hand on Uru's shoulder, "It has been set."
"I feel that a 'but' is coming on," Uru muttered. Pushing off of the wall, Uru stood a full head taller then Kurado, even though they were only a few years difference.
"But we need to perform a 'switch'." Kurado smirked, glad to see his cousin's sense still on guard.
"How so?" he asked, pulling the cloak so that his tanned face would be hidden. He watched as Kurado did the same
"We need to swap places with the performers before anyone notices. Karin is already in place. What order should I give to Keith?"
Groaning slightly, Uru scratched his forehead, "Keith will be in charged. Tell him he needs to meet up with us just after midnight two days from now. Also, make sure Karin has a way to get back onto the ship,"
"Yes," Kurado muttered, as he began heading down the narrow passage.
Now I just need to find those performers.
One thing about begin half Russian, half Japanese, Uru skills were countless. He appeared as an exotic beast, bronze skin, unruly brown hair; he basically looked like an outside in this world, but with the skills he had acquired living on his own, and fending for himself, had proven that he was more capable of surviving in any terrain then any white men with a pile of money. If Uru had learnt anything over the years it was the money only spoke volumes for those with it; everyone else it was unnecessary trauma.