She walked into the small bar, the one legged spider was owned by her watcher Kanaeda. She had grown up in this bar, working, training and living there. The familiar smells washed over her, she saw Kanaeda and Jinchi sitting in the corner and wandered over.
"Nou, welcome back. Find anything?"
Kanaeda knew about Yori, she knew every detail. Nou's watcher didn't approve of the slayer putting all her effort into stopping him, but it had to be done.
"He got away." She sat at the table and some sake was brought over. The three of them sat in contemplation for a minute. Eventually the silence was too much for Jinchi,
"What happened at the fight!?"
"The usual. Our clan, their clan. Death."
"Are we at any threat?"
"I doubt it." Then it was quiet again. Jinchi loved Nou, but her conversational skills drove her insane. She would talk in small bursts of conversation then would be silent for a few minutes whereas Jinchi was the opposite, only seeming to stop for breath. Kanaeda took a lot of joy in watching the two talk, and they would sit for hours in the corner of the smoky bar. Tonight was no exception. But after a while Nou couldn't take it anymore, the events of the day and that past week were playing on her mind like a child with a match. She stepped out the bar feeling the fresh air full her lungs and the nights frost kiss her on the cheek. She didn't know where to go, her room was above the bar and that was the last place she wanted to be, so she decided to just walk. She walked past all the houses; she looked up at the pagoda and stood at the gates of the walled town. She couldn't get out at night through the gate, so she did what she had been doing for as long as she could
remember. Using the wall and the edge of the house next to it she shuffled up and over the wall. She jumped down and landed with a roll, making not a single sound.
She climbed over the mountainous surrounding, heading towards where she found her sanctuary. It came into her sight and she felt the warmth inside, she climbed over the rocks and through the grasses, and she was there. It was a small pool surrounded by plants, which looked straight out over Japan. It was her connection to her soul, she could feel the angels singing, the warmth, the knowledge...this was her bliss. It was her escape from the everyday hate, pain and killing she had to endure - the memories of the days fighting slipped away like blossom in a stream. She just lay there, hours, days, weeks could've passed, she never knew how long. She could hear the stars chatting to each other in the sky, the water rippling gently, her surroundings bled with knowledge, stories, gossip and fairy tales. She slowly slipped into a daze and the past slayers entered her mind, she saw them fight for the first and last time, their training and the watchers that aided them - she felt them
run through her blood, she knew her place in the world, she knew what she had to do.
"Nou, welcome back. Find anything?"
Kanaeda knew about Yori, she knew every detail. Nou's watcher didn't approve of the slayer putting all her effort into stopping him, but it had to be done.
"He got away." She sat at the table and some sake was brought over. The three of them sat in contemplation for a minute. Eventually the silence was too much for Jinchi,
"What happened at the fight!?"
"The usual. Our clan, their clan. Death."
"Are we at any threat?"
"I doubt it." Then it was quiet again. Jinchi loved Nou, but her conversational skills drove her insane. She would talk in small bursts of conversation then would be silent for a few minutes whereas Jinchi was the opposite, only seeming to stop for breath. Kanaeda took a lot of joy in watching the two talk, and they would sit for hours in the corner of the smoky bar. Tonight was no exception. But after a while Nou couldn't take it anymore, the events of the day and that past week were playing on her mind like a child with a match. She stepped out the bar feeling the fresh air full her lungs and the nights frost kiss her on the cheek. She didn't know where to go, her room was above the bar and that was the last place she wanted to be, so she decided to just walk. She walked past all the houses; she looked up at the pagoda and stood at the gates of the walled town. She couldn't get out at night through the gate, so she did what she had been doing for as long as she could
remember. Using the wall and the edge of the house next to it she shuffled up and over the wall. She jumped down and landed with a roll, making not a single sound.
She climbed over the mountainous surrounding, heading towards where she found her sanctuary. It came into her sight and she felt the warmth inside, she climbed over the rocks and through the grasses, and she was there. It was a small pool surrounded by plants, which looked straight out over Japan. It was her connection to her soul, she could feel the angels singing, the warmth, the knowledge...this was her bliss. It was her escape from the everyday hate, pain and killing she had to endure - the memories of the days fighting slipped away like blossom in a stream. She just lay there, hours, days, weeks could've passed, she never knew how long. She could hear the stars chatting to each other in the sky, the water rippling gently, her surroundings bled with knowledge, stories, gossip and fairy tales. She slowly slipped into a daze and the past slayers entered her mind, she saw them fight for the first and last time, their training and the watchers that aided them - she felt them
run through her blood, she knew her place in the world, she knew what she had to do.