Sleeping, Meetings, Hit the Rurouni!
After changing into a pair of old jeans, and a t-shirt with the kanji for fire in red and black. The girl's deep red hair still hung with some wetness, at least she had combed it somewhat. Rain still beat on the earth, but the storm had almost blown it's self out into the sea.
Wolf slide the door open, Yahiko leaning on the sport beams, his eyes locking on the girl. Eyes in a narrow expression and a tight lip told the teen he was a little edge. Still, like any thing else she match, her own cold glare made the boy's face fall to the ground. No one could beat the street smart wolf in a glaring contest!
'Kauro is done changing, she wants to talk.' He said.
Wolf only knobbed, thinking the silent treatment would work best on the little scrapper. Wolf knew how he would take it. Living already three months in this place helped to give her an edge. Walking back after the kid, Karuo sat in a dry blue kimono, her eyes lighting up seeing the young people walk though the door. She blinked, seeing how the teen was dressed in such strange clothing. A girl wearing men's cloths, still the shirt clung close, showing off her breast and the soft curved shape. Yahiko, now seeing her in a better light, let a small pink blush cover the bridge of his face. Who in the hell was the outsider? Still her aura sent out a 'Don't mess with me'' feeling. From cold blue eyes, and the expationless face. Wolf was one person no one wanted to mess with right now.
Yahiko sat near Kauro, Wolf on the other side of the table. Long elapse of silence went between the three.
Wolf put up her hands, a bit a funny grin playing on her cool features. 'Ok, let's play it this way folks. You ask one question, and I'll try to answers it the best I can.''
'All right, Where are you from?' Karuo leaned a little forward
'USA'
'Why where out in the storm?' Yahiko
'I was lost.''
'What's your name?;
'Wolf''
'Wolf…what kind of damn name is that?''
' It's my name you little man-bitch!"'
''What was that you busu!''
'Yahiko, that enough''
'Fine''
'Why are you in Japan?'
'To find out more about my family history and myself''
'Your family?''
'My grandma was Japanese, so was my father, mom was American, mostly old English blood. Dad died when I was five, grams about 4 mouths ago. So after I got this sword, it was her wish that I come to Japan, so here I am''
'What about your mother? Won't she worry?''
'Nope, been mostly on own sense I was 11, she really don't give a flying fuck about me. ''She's remarried with a man and a new son.''
' Ok, how old are you?''
'15''
'15! You look 13, your almost flatter then Kauro!''
Both women at this point hit the young man, fist first. Yahiko once again learned to keep his mouth shut. Kauro and Wolf locked eyes, and broke out into a shared laughter. One of those universal female things. As for the young man, he was knocked cold. Twitching now then to show he was alive…somewhat.
'I think we should sleep in this room tonight, sometimes guys like that come back.' Wolf's eyes still held some of the humor. Kauro getting the idea slightly limped to her room. Pulling back too futons. Wolf dragged the twitching Yahiko on one. Watching the woman get the other ready. She noticed the younger girl pull the door shut, and sat down crossed legged. The sheathed blade in her lap.
Wolf seeing how Kauro was watching her coarsely said to explain. 'I can fighter better at the door, while you take up with that banged up leg Kauro.'' Closing her eyes before anything else was asked.
Karuo laded in the futon, other questions flouting in her head about this teen in her house. Seeing the girl slept gave her a faint outline of Kenshin. She smiled, thinking of the red haired samurai. Wishing he would get home soon. Sleep fell on the young woman. Wolf on the other hand, sat in the dark until the wee hours of the night, listening to the breathing of the people, wondering what the light would revel.
Dawns light was golden and brought, reward for such a stormy night. Kenshin, walked though the wet streets of Tokyo. Breathing in the air, glad to be home again. Images of a dark haired woman, a joyous smile, and elfin blue eyes made him smile all the more. Sano, the taller of the two saw how him friend smiled. He shook his head, a smile playing on his handsome features. Home was word ringing in both
Drops of water fell from the lone tree of the training hall. Kenshin opened up the gate, the sight of home let the Rurouni relax. Nothing seemed to have change about this place in the last two weeks. Still the fear of something had happened made the small man worry for his friends when he was away. Sano looked around, yep, home!
Kenshin made his way to main sitting area, Sano having gone to the kitchen. As once manslayer opened the door. A black sheath nailed him square on his forehead. Eyes whirling away, and the oro coming from his lips. The strongest samurai in Japan was brought down in one hard blow, no less then by a sleeping girl. Just blinking the night away.
Kauro woke in time to see Kenshin fall, his sandals falling of one foot. Wolf let the sheath fall from her hands, unaware of what she had just done to the man. Bangs under her eyes. Yahiko stood up, his mouth open in pure shock of seeing such a blow, taking down Kenshin. The poor man was still slurring out blood, eyes sweilding to the sky. Sano came upon the scene, a sweat drop appearing on the back of his head. Eyes turning to the strangest dress girl he had ever seen in Japan, still waking up from the wake up call. Yep, just anther classic moment at the Kamiya dojo.
A few moments later, all of the inhabits of the dojo sat around the table. One rurouni now being crowned with a banged, his red hair covering some of the war wound. Kauro sat by him, her hair still messed from sleeping. Yahiko leaned on the back wall, eyes still replaying the scene just moments before him. How Wolf had done such a thing, perplexed the young man. She was sitting in the other side of him, still taking in herself what she had done. The bangs gone from her eyes, a look of sleepiness still playing on her looks. Sano's eyes feel on the girl, or more too the sheathed blade on her shoulder, resting. Slowly all eyes turned to the new young woman. Wolf met the gaze a slight intone to being stared at by these people.
Kauro smiled saying with gesture of hands ' Kenshin, Sano. This is Wolf. And she saved our lived last night!''
Now the pair of eyes locked on the teen with more focus then before. Who was this teen, and what had happened last night to the other pair. Questions filled a pair of lilac eyes, meeting with the chilled steel blue of anther. For a moment, Kenshin's thoughts drifted to seeing such a color before a blade hit to kill, the chilled blue of a blade. Yet he had seen eyes like these only on his enemies or himself those days past. Why would such young girl bare eyes in these days of peace? Her accent was not japans, mannerism or dress. So in all words, she was not from Japan. Strange, she spoke the langnge, a little harder then most. Her aura shown a fierce fighting spirit unearth thee, putting out waves to anyone 'Don't come close.'' A lone wolf in all nature, which might be origin of such a name. The red head samurai had a feeling there was more to this girl then seen.
