[A/N: Sup. Um…the next few chapters might be a little slow *sniff* cause I have a cold and I feel like I got hit by a truck. Thanks for reading…and remember the golden rule Read and Review! Oh, yeah, and to you, New Fan, I really can't say cause that would really just give away my whole plot ;)]
Rin lie on the thin futon, staring up at the low ceiling. She rubbed the back of her neck, which was still sore from Nanashi's attack. "That guy is such a jerk," she thought angrily. She rolled over on her side so that she was facing the wall, and not the window from where she was gazing out at Nanashi. "I don't know why I ever compared him with…" she growled, trailing off as she fell asleep.
Nanashi sat on his tree branch, fiddling around with his flute. He leaned his head back against the tree's trunk and sighed. "Why do I feel like I know that mortal so well?" he asked himself. He tugged at the blue headband that he had holding his hair in place. "Must a met someone who looks like her before," he grumbled. He looked down through the small window, from where he could see Rin perfectly. He shrugged his shoulders a bit. "Why the hell not," he muttered before leaping from his branch.
He walked over to the window and stood there for a moment, just staring in at her. "Hey, mortal witch, you awake?" he asked. Of course, there was no reply. He beat on the outside wall with his fist. "Get up, stupid!" he commanded, but she remained asleep. Nanashi shook his head a little. "Is she just ignoring me, or is she really asleep?" he asked softly. "I just ignoring you," Rin grumbled. He hit the wall again. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. Rin rolled over a little so that she was facing him. "I have selective hearing," she replied softly. With that, she rolled back over, facing the wall.
"Why you…" he growled. "Leave me alone, please," Rin said. "I need to ask you something, witch," Nanashi said. Rin rolled over to face him again. "First of all, if you want me to do something for you, don't call me 'witch'. My name is Rin, thank you very much," she growled. Nanashi sighed, an annoyed expression covering his face. "Fine then Rin," he said, highlighting her name with sarcasm, "I want to ask you something." "Then what do you want to ask me?" she asked. "Well, I want to know why you asked me where I learned my song," he asked. "Oh, you do, do you?" Rin asked in turn. Nanashi sighed and started tapping his fingers on the wall.
"Fine then. I asked you where you learned 'your' song because it's my song," she said simply. Nanashi stared at her strangely. He walked over to the side door and went inside. He walked over to her and sat down next to her. "What'd ya mean 'your' song?" he asked. "My mother used to sing it to me as a lullaby, years ago," she replied. "Hmph," Nanashi muttered, "That's weird." Rin sighed a little and shut her eyes. "What's your problem?" Nanashi asked. "Oh, nothing…it's just that you really remind me of someone I used to know," she replied, a dark expression on her face.
Nanashi looked down, feeling almost awkward. "Did you…love him?" he asked. In his mind, he was beating his head against the wall, and trying as hard as he could to get to his foot out of his mouth, which was securely lodged there.
"Who do you think you are, asking questions that are so personal? Did you fall from your little tree branch when you were little or something?" she asked angrily, her voice in a low growl. Rin looked away from him, a very flustered expression covering her face. "You just look a lot like he did, okay," she said.
Nanashi looked down at the floor, tracing the edges of the thin bamboo boards with his eyes. "Sorry. I didn't mean to open up old wounds or anything," he said, hoping to make amends. Rin didn't answer; she simply stared down at the floor, her cheeks red from anger. Nanashi closed his eyes. He could literally smell the anger on her. Nanashi stood up and glanced down at Rin, then at Tokijin, and back at her.
"Nice blade," he commented. Rin shrugged a bit and returned her gaze to the floorboards. Nanashi sighed, and exited the way he had entered. When she was sure he was gone, Rin lie back down on her futon and went to sleep.
Nanashi walked back outside and hopped back onto his branch. "Not the desired effect…but at least I got one answer out of her," he said. He scratched his head a little and leaned his head back against the tree. He stared up at the full moon as he cracked his knuckles. "She does have a nice sword, though…looks almost like a demon's blade," he thought curiously. That's when he got an idea. "I don't think Rin'll mind if I take it for a…test spin," he thought sarcastically, an evil grin growing on his face.
With that, he carefully jumped from his tree branch, cautiously setting his feet down on the grass so as not to make too much noise. "I swear," he thought, "It's like that witch has demon blood in her or something." He crept silently towards the door where he had entered earlier. He slowly opened the door so that it wouldn't creak and spotted the Tokijin right on the floor where Rin had left it. He took a step onto the wood flooring, and when he was confident enough, he took another.
Soon, Tokijin was in reach. "I feel like a child sneaking around like this," he thought, a rather embarrassed expression on his face. He got down on his knees and carefully leaned over to grab the sword, which was lying right next to Rin. He carefully wrapped his hand around its scabbard and gently slid it over until it was secure in his arms. "What she don't know, won't hurt her."
Nanashi walked outside, Tokijin in hand. He walked on the cool grass and drew the sword. He set its scabbard down on the ground. He held the sword in his right hand and watched it glisten in the moonlight. "Damn…how in all the hells did she get a hold a this sword?" he thought in awe. He swung it a few times in either direction. "Man, this feels like nothing," he thought, swinging it around, unknowing that inside, Rin was stirring in her light sleep.
Rin slowly opened her eyes, and immediately noticed the Tokijin's absence. She quickly sat up and frantically looked around. "Where…? How could it--" she stopped when her eyes found the small window, and she saw Nanashi wielding the sword like a fool. "Why that little…" she growled. She stood up and tightened the belt of her loose yukata once again, and walked out the door with an extremely angered expression on her face. As she walked, she muttered one thing over and over again. "I'll kill him."
[A/N: You likey? Good, good. Hope ya'll have a nice day, and I'll just continue eating all the chicken Ramen that my gramma brought over to help me get over the flu. (My gramma rocks!) See you next chapter!]