Swift and silent was what she was good at, she slayed and left. No one saw
her and lived to tall about it. She wouldn't stop until she found them, and
maybe not even then.
She entered another unsuspecting village, katana hanging from her belt under her cloak, it was a sunny day, and as she lowered her hood and gazed around she saw the whether matched the town perfectly. Putting on a small, small smile she looked around: A mildly small town, with cheerful little shops here and there, children playing, some fighting with wooden swords, others with dollies. Such innocence....She frowned and looked down at the being that had been tugging at her cloak It was a little girl, about four, with brown hair and blue green eyes. Smiling she knelt. "What is it little one?" The girl peered at her with shy eyes. "Are you an angel?" That was unexpected, but not uncommon. Many afolk had asked her that. "No, I am far from and angel child, didn't your parents tell you not to talk to strangers?" The girl shook her head. "No, they died when I was lil' my aunti takes care of me now." She nodded and stood patting the girl's head, the child giggled and ran off. She'd spare her and her aunt. She gazed around. However, the rest would have to go. Entering the inn, she took a seat in the far corner of the bar. Men stared at her with their lust filled eyes, and she figured let em' look, they wouldn't live past morning. "Hello their lil' miss, what may I do for you?" She looked up at the plump waitress. "I'd like a room here." "Hold on a sec" The woman bustled off to the desk, and talked to a man. Letting her eyes drift around the room, she took in everything. All the faces of the men, some who were obiously married, paying the brothels for pleasure. Some of them were probably the father's of the innocent children out in the square. Disgusted she turned back toward the woman, and saw that she was making her way back over to her. "We have one room left, you can have it for 3,000zeni per night." She nodded exceptence, and handed her the money. The woman took it, it was more than enough. "Say whats your name little pretty?" "Kaskaroona." Her fake name she had won by right of death. "Is there a last name to that Kasaroona?" "It's just Kasaroona" "Right then, follow me please." The woman lead her through the room, and up the stairs. Entering the room at the end of the hallway, she lead Kaskaroona in. "I hope it is suitable." Kaskaroona looked around, the room was small, stuffy,dirty, and dusty. "It will do thankyou." The lady curtsied and exited. Kaskaroona laid her traveling bag on the dusty bed. Next she took off the traveling cloak, her belt and katana followed that. She stood and looked in the dusty mirror. A eighteen year-old girl stared back at her, in a short soft brown leather skirt, and a darkbrown tanktop of cotton. Her mid-calf boots made of Dragon hide, held a hidden dagger in the right one, just incase she ran into some trouble while scouting the village. Mid back length dulla burn hair was held up in a tight bun, with peices here and there that had fallin loose and now hung around her face. Bright green eyes stared back at her, she looked to child like, to innocent to be a killer....Thats why she was so good at it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: In case you haven't come to the conclusion that Sakura Kinomoto is Kaskaroon. (Cool name ne?) I thought I should clarify with you that she is. This story is gonna be a bit depressing so if you have any problems with reading stories like these then please don't. Other good stories are: What You Wouldn't Want. By: Gohan's Onna. This is a DragonBall Z story about what would have happened if Videl had gone with Gohan in episode the Wizard's Curse you don't have to watch that episode to get the story. All her stories are awesome, the one with Chi Chi and Goku made me cry.....Any who, gtg
~To all the dreamers that have ever wished upon a shooting star for a love so true, that even time would hold it's breath for it.~
~Jaina.
She entered another unsuspecting village, katana hanging from her belt under her cloak, it was a sunny day, and as she lowered her hood and gazed around she saw the whether matched the town perfectly. Putting on a small, small smile she looked around: A mildly small town, with cheerful little shops here and there, children playing, some fighting with wooden swords, others with dollies. Such innocence....She frowned and looked down at the being that had been tugging at her cloak It was a little girl, about four, with brown hair and blue green eyes. Smiling she knelt. "What is it little one?" The girl peered at her with shy eyes. "Are you an angel?" That was unexpected, but not uncommon. Many afolk had asked her that. "No, I am far from and angel child, didn't your parents tell you not to talk to strangers?" The girl shook her head. "No, they died when I was lil' my aunti takes care of me now." She nodded and stood patting the girl's head, the child giggled and ran off. She'd spare her and her aunt. She gazed around. However, the rest would have to go. Entering the inn, she took a seat in the far corner of the bar. Men stared at her with their lust filled eyes, and she figured let em' look, they wouldn't live past morning. "Hello their lil' miss, what may I do for you?" She looked up at the plump waitress. "I'd like a room here." "Hold on a sec" The woman bustled off to the desk, and talked to a man. Letting her eyes drift around the room, she took in everything. All the faces of the men, some who were obiously married, paying the brothels for pleasure. Some of them were probably the father's of the innocent children out in the square. Disgusted she turned back toward the woman, and saw that she was making her way back over to her. "We have one room left, you can have it for 3,000zeni per night." She nodded exceptence, and handed her the money. The woman took it, it was more than enough. "Say whats your name little pretty?" "Kaskaroona." Her fake name she had won by right of death. "Is there a last name to that Kasaroona?" "It's just Kasaroona" "Right then, follow me please." The woman lead her through the room, and up the stairs. Entering the room at the end of the hallway, she lead Kaskaroona in. "I hope it is suitable." Kaskaroona looked around, the room was small, stuffy,dirty, and dusty. "It will do thankyou." The lady curtsied and exited. Kaskaroona laid her traveling bag on the dusty bed. Next she took off the traveling cloak, her belt and katana followed that. She stood and looked in the dusty mirror. A eighteen year-old girl stared back at her, in a short soft brown leather skirt, and a darkbrown tanktop of cotton. Her mid-calf boots made of Dragon hide, held a hidden dagger in the right one, just incase she ran into some trouble while scouting the village. Mid back length dulla burn hair was held up in a tight bun, with peices here and there that had fallin loose and now hung around her face. Bright green eyes stared back at her, she looked to child like, to innocent to be a killer....Thats why she was so good at it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: In case you haven't come to the conclusion that Sakura Kinomoto is Kaskaroon. (Cool name ne?) I thought I should clarify with you that she is. This story is gonna be a bit depressing so if you have any problems with reading stories like these then please don't. Other good stories are: What You Wouldn't Want. By: Gohan's Onna. This is a DragonBall Z story about what would have happened if Videl had gone with Gohan in episode the Wizard's Curse you don't have to watch that episode to get the story. All her stories are awesome, the one with Chi Chi and Goku made me cry.....Any who, gtg
~To all the dreamers that have ever wished upon a shooting star for a love so true, that even time would hold it's breath for it.~
~Jaina.