It was exactly eight P.M. as Mihoshi strode down the beat up sidewalk in
downtown. It was still drizzling a bit, but not nearly as bad as before.
The sound of her own heart thumped noisily and she thought about what the
night might bring. It was her first time a man had ever asked her to go
somewhere that wasn't a convicted criminal trying to escape the law and she
didn't really know how to act. Should she be herself? Or maybe a bit more
or less of something? She didn't quite know, but hoped it wouldn't ruin
her evening. Suddenly, a screeching sound was heard at the end of the
road. Mihoshi realized it was the peeling of tires and immediately turned,
only to look straight into the headlights of a black car racing down the
road.
".Help.!" Mihoshi's hands came to her face as she tried to grasp what was happening. The car was starting to slightly pull up onto the curb as well as the asphalt.
"Hey baby! Why don'tcha take a ride with US?" Mihoshi jumped aside, the car would have hit her if she had been a second too late. It sped passed and a hand threw an empty beer bottle out of the window. The driver headed up the road, but not out of sight. She saw the break lights come on and a few figures jump out. She ran.
Mihoshi had never been this scared in her entire life. Not horrified scared but THIS type of scared in particular. A drunk had been looking at her. This wasn't the type of drunk Ryoko was either, and it wasn't how she acted when she was like that. This was violent guy drunk. Mihoshi shivered at that. She stood up finally from behind the bushes she had hidden in. Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to leave her gun at home after all. Her clothes were now soaked from the rain, but her optimistic personality kicked in. She would NOT let this ruin her night.
After resting on the damp ground and watching one of the men run up and down the street a few times, she stood up slowly. She remembered that she was only a few blocks short of the café and cautiously walked the distance. Every noise made her jump, but the more she moved away physically, the more she revived mentally. She scolded herself out loud for being so jumpy as she reached the black tinted glass doors of the Yunikiba. A giant sigh of relief erupted from her body and she tried to dust off specs of mud and dirt off of her dress. She had not even seen Kunichi and already her night had been rather interesting.
"Mihoshi?" Was the first thing that the blonde heard as she finally stepped inside. The café smelled heavily of cigarettes and a bit of cinnamon, probably from the drinks. The entire place was bathed in dim lighting and Mihoshi had to squint a bit to see a man looking at her from a few tables away. It was Kunichi. Mihoshi walked over, straightening her dress with a taint of nervousness. "What's up?" Kunichi asked, as he was approached. He truly was a handsome fellow, his black-brown hair falling down into his eyes in boyish waves, still not detracting from their enticing color of mercurial green. He was taller than Mihoshi, standing at a good height of around 5'8.
"Nothing, really up until now." Mihoshi had brushed aside what had happened out on the street away with the dust on her dress. She gave a light smile, feeling now safe.
"You look great." Kunichi complimented, pulling her chin up with a gentle hand to look into her eyes. "I could get used to this!" Mihoshi thought, mumbling a verbal thank you that seemed good enough. Words weren't her main concern.
The two sat down after a few moments, a scruffily bearded man coming to their table to take their orders. The two agreed on a single plate of oysters and a bottle of red wine. And so their night of drinking and dining began. Any worries Mihoshi had sifted away like sand through her fingers as she grew to liking Kunichi more and more. The wine helped. It helped her to take no notice of the shifty glances and stares heading her way. No, she was in too deep for her to realize or care what these people could be capable of or what they were contemplating. Instead, she took to being carefree and living in the moment. Mihoshi took to being herself. As Mihoshi does, she often makes bad (and naïve) choices. Tonight hadn't been an acception.
".Help.!" Mihoshi's hands came to her face as she tried to grasp what was happening. The car was starting to slightly pull up onto the curb as well as the asphalt.
"Hey baby! Why don'tcha take a ride with US?" Mihoshi jumped aside, the car would have hit her if she had been a second too late. It sped passed and a hand threw an empty beer bottle out of the window. The driver headed up the road, but not out of sight. She saw the break lights come on and a few figures jump out. She ran.
Mihoshi had never been this scared in her entire life. Not horrified scared but THIS type of scared in particular. A drunk had been looking at her. This wasn't the type of drunk Ryoko was either, and it wasn't how she acted when she was like that. This was violent guy drunk. Mihoshi shivered at that. She stood up finally from behind the bushes she had hidden in. Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to leave her gun at home after all. Her clothes were now soaked from the rain, but her optimistic personality kicked in. She would NOT let this ruin her night.
After resting on the damp ground and watching one of the men run up and down the street a few times, she stood up slowly. She remembered that she was only a few blocks short of the café and cautiously walked the distance. Every noise made her jump, but the more she moved away physically, the more she revived mentally. She scolded herself out loud for being so jumpy as she reached the black tinted glass doors of the Yunikiba. A giant sigh of relief erupted from her body and she tried to dust off specs of mud and dirt off of her dress. She had not even seen Kunichi and already her night had been rather interesting.
"Mihoshi?" Was the first thing that the blonde heard as she finally stepped inside. The café smelled heavily of cigarettes and a bit of cinnamon, probably from the drinks. The entire place was bathed in dim lighting and Mihoshi had to squint a bit to see a man looking at her from a few tables away. It was Kunichi. Mihoshi walked over, straightening her dress with a taint of nervousness. "What's up?" Kunichi asked, as he was approached. He truly was a handsome fellow, his black-brown hair falling down into his eyes in boyish waves, still not detracting from their enticing color of mercurial green. He was taller than Mihoshi, standing at a good height of around 5'8.
"Nothing, really up until now." Mihoshi had brushed aside what had happened out on the street away with the dust on her dress. She gave a light smile, feeling now safe.
"You look great." Kunichi complimented, pulling her chin up with a gentle hand to look into her eyes. "I could get used to this!" Mihoshi thought, mumbling a verbal thank you that seemed good enough. Words weren't her main concern.
The two sat down after a few moments, a scruffily bearded man coming to their table to take their orders. The two agreed on a single plate of oysters and a bottle of red wine. And so their night of drinking and dining began. Any worries Mihoshi had sifted away like sand through her fingers as she grew to liking Kunichi more and more. The wine helped. It helped her to take no notice of the shifty glances and stares heading her way. No, she was in too deep for her to realize or care what these people could be capable of or what they were contemplating. Instead, she took to being carefree and living in the moment. Mihoshi took to being herself. As Mihoshi does, she often makes bad (and naïve) choices. Tonight hadn't been an acception.
