Chapter 2: Intensity.
AN: This chapter is going up almost a week earlier than I had planed. The fact is my exam results come out tomorrow and I can't sleep. Sad I know but I'm as nervous as hell and need something to take my mind off the growing fear in the pit of my stomach. In other words help I'm scared shitless. Lol. OK, thanks to those who reviewed, you've earned yourselves another chapter. Enjoy.
Hitomi stared into the half drunken glass of red wine that rested comfortably in her left hand. Her eyes looking further into the red abyss she sighed slightly. The tavern was full of merchants and off duty guards. The sounds of drunken laughter and singing bounced off the walls and into her ears. The noise wasn't that difficult to block out but still, the heavy, smoke filled air made Hitomi want to leave there and then. She would have given in, under normal circumstances, and walked out long ago. But still she remained; glass in hand, sitting on an old wooden stool at the bar of the small tavern.
The reason she hadn't left still sat in the corner furthest away from her. Chocolate red eyes watched her every move through messy raven bangs. He sat alone, a glass of his own on the small circular table in front of him. She didn't need to turn to see him. The young man had been following her for a while. Had she not been one of her kind, his presence would have eluded her completely. Needless to say, she was impressed.
Back home her carer had often spoke of how 'curiosity killed the cat', but she was no cat and the boys silent, but some how commanding presence almost demanded her investigation.
Motioning with her free hand, she succeeded in getting the barman's attention and asked where the nearest open inn was. The old, worn-out man, clad in stained clothing told her that the nearest was just down the road. Nodding in silent thanks, Hitomi stood and left the noise filled tavern.
Stepping into the dark, shadow littered street and inhaling deeply she headed in the direction the barman had given her. Smiling ever so slightly as the tavern door opened again almost immediately and her hunter stepped out into the cold night air.
The wind played with Hitomi's cloak as she walked calmly down the all but deserted street road, her sword's scabbard glinting in the pale moonlight. Coming to a fork in the cobbled street Hitomi frowned. The barman had not motioned this. Sighing, Hitomi stopped and closed her eyes, well aware that her hunter had also stopped and was watching her in confusion, his hand resting on the hilt of his own sword.
Blocking everything from her mind Hitomi concentrated on what she wanted to find. Ignoring the winds sudden change in direction, her mind focused on the place of rest that she was searching for. Within seconds a smile adorned her face again and she turned and walked to the left. Her hunter close behind.
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''Why is Lord Dilandau so interested in this girl anyway?'' Gatti asked his fellow slayer while leaning over their table, reaching for more of whatever it was that they were drinking.
Chesta shrugged, taking his own glass from his lips. ''I have no idea, but he seemed to know something about her just by watching her in the market this morning.''
''Did she looked dangerous?'' Dalet asked, a slight sparkle in his brown eyes.
''I only saw her from the back.'' Chesta replied, watching as the door to their room flew open and the newest slayer stormed though, only to shut himself off in one of the small side rooms immediately after, obviously in no mode to talk.
Miguel chuckled slightly. ''I guess he lost her.''
''Looks that way doesn't it.'' Gimuel agreed, letting a small grin light up his pale face.
''Now, now,'' Dalet chided, ''leave the little one alone, I'm sure he did the best he could.''
''Why must you always stand up for him?'' Gimuel asked, an eyebrow raised.
''It's because he fancies the pants off the guy.'' Gatti laughed.
''I thought Dalet fancied everyone.'' Miguel piped in. They all laughed at Dalet's face fault.
AN: This chapter is going up almost a week earlier than I had planed. The fact is my exam results come out tomorrow and I can't sleep. Sad I know but I'm as nervous as hell and need something to take my mind off the growing fear in the pit of my stomach. In other words help I'm scared shitless. Lol. OK, thanks to those who reviewed, you've earned yourselves another chapter. Enjoy.
Hitomi stared into the half drunken glass of red wine that rested comfortably in her left hand. Her eyes looking further into the red abyss she sighed slightly. The tavern was full of merchants and off duty guards. The sounds of drunken laughter and singing bounced off the walls and into her ears. The noise wasn't that difficult to block out but still, the heavy, smoke filled air made Hitomi want to leave there and then. She would have given in, under normal circumstances, and walked out long ago. But still she remained; glass in hand, sitting on an old wooden stool at the bar of the small tavern.
The reason she hadn't left still sat in the corner furthest away from her. Chocolate red eyes watched her every move through messy raven bangs. He sat alone, a glass of his own on the small circular table in front of him. She didn't need to turn to see him. The young man had been following her for a while. Had she not been one of her kind, his presence would have eluded her completely. Needless to say, she was impressed.
Back home her carer had often spoke of how 'curiosity killed the cat', but she was no cat and the boys silent, but some how commanding presence almost demanded her investigation.
Motioning with her free hand, she succeeded in getting the barman's attention and asked where the nearest open inn was. The old, worn-out man, clad in stained clothing told her that the nearest was just down the road. Nodding in silent thanks, Hitomi stood and left the noise filled tavern.
Stepping into the dark, shadow littered street and inhaling deeply she headed in the direction the barman had given her. Smiling ever so slightly as the tavern door opened again almost immediately and her hunter stepped out into the cold night air.
The wind played with Hitomi's cloak as she walked calmly down the all but deserted street road, her sword's scabbard glinting in the pale moonlight. Coming to a fork in the cobbled street Hitomi frowned. The barman had not motioned this. Sighing, Hitomi stopped and closed her eyes, well aware that her hunter had also stopped and was watching her in confusion, his hand resting on the hilt of his own sword.
Blocking everything from her mind Hitomi concentrated on what she wanted to find. Ignoring the winds sudden change in direction, her mind focused on the place of rest that she was searching for. Within seconds a smile adorned her face again and she turned and walked to the left. Her hunter close behind.
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''Why is Lord Dilandau so interested in this girl anyway?'' Gatti asked his fellow slayer while leaning over their table, reaching for more of whatever it was that they were drinking.
Chesta shrugged, taking his own glass from his lips. ''I have no idea, but he seemed to know something about her just by watching her in the market this morning.''
''Did she looked dangerous?'' Dalet asked, a slight sparkle in his brown eyes.
''I only saw her from the back.'' Chesta replied, watching as the door to their room flew open and the newest slayer stormed though, only to shut himself off in one of the small side rooms immediately after, obviously in no mode to talk.
Miguel chuckled slightly. ''I guess he lost her.''
''Looks that way doesn't it.'' Gimuel agreed, letting a small grin light up his pale face.
''Now, now,'' Dalet chided, ''leave the little one alone, I'm sure he did the best he could.''
''Why must you always stand up for him?'' Gimuel asked, an eyebrow raised.
''It's because he fancies the pants off the guy.'' Gatti laughed.
''I thought Dalet fancied everyone.'' Miguel piped in. They all laughed at Dalet's face fault.