Author's Note:
All I have are grapes, my mind, and what I'm wearing. It would be nice to have Soujiro warm me up cuz its cold as hell (ironic) in this room! But like I've said before, I don't own my Darling Baby-buggah boo (Sou) :(
This chick is bad! Bad like in Shishio bad! Innocent yes, but that's becuz she doesn't know who the hell she is! Why are there people wanting to kill her? How'd she end up in Tokyo? Who is she? Why does Sou fall for her? Why does she fall for Sou? Why is she one of Kenshin's enemies! Questions will be asked throughout reading ;) P.S - I have no clue if 'excuse me' is written correctly in Japanese, either its sumamisen or sumimasen, someone please tell me!
Chapter 2: Clouds of Confusion
Morning came, unstoppable as always.
Blue jays chirped along with the city's busy streets.
Morning rustles, unbreakable as usual.
Light beamed straight into her face, bruised and a bit swollen, getting a soft groan from her. She slowly fluttered her eyes open then closed them immediately as the sunlight shot straight to her eyes. The pain in her back came once again, but her legs weren't shrieking in soreness. She tried once more to open her eyes, and she managed it, squinting to see.
"Where... Where am I?" She thought out loud, her voice hoarse, as she slowly sat up.
She looked over her surroundings and noticed that she was in an alley, a dump to her eyes.
"Where the hell am I?" She moaned and stood up, sucking teeth from the pain in her back.
She searched her mind for any clues of where she might've been, but nothing popped up except the images of her torturers punishing her for crimes she didn't know about. She shook her head, trying to rid those thoughts and focused on finding a way out of the alley.
Taking slow and steady steps, she walked cautiously; the pain in her legs began to beat again. She perked her ears up and heard the normal, daily music of the city, its residents cluttering the streets. She moved towards the streets' rhythm and found herself outside of the alley and into the moving crowds of Tokyo.
She stopped and observed the area, her eyes never missing a beat. Flower carts at almost every corner, sellers advertising their merchandise, buyers in line for products, children chasing each other, mothers holding their child by the hand, small groups of young and old women gossiping as they walked; the normal chatter of the Tokyo life.
"Miss! Miss, over here! Would you like to buy some jewelry? Beautiful silver and ravishing gold, you'd look beautiful in it!"
"Fresh fish! Get your fresh fish here! Best salmon here! And at a great price! Sir, would you like some?"
"The latest kimonos right here in Tokyo's best store for women's clothes, Mimi's Kimonos!"
"Fresh and clean broccoli, cabbages, lettuce, carrots, all the greens!"
"Buy your lady a sweet rose, a daffodil if you'd like! How about a gentle tulip, two tulips if you wish!"
"Candles for decorations! Or candles for your praying! Candles for anything, right here in Tokyo!"
It was no wonder why they called Tokyo the heart of Japan.
"Tokyo..." She whispered to herself as she slipped into the crowds, walking with no particular direction.
She explored the city of Tokyo with her eyes of emerald with flecks of pure gold in them and their rims of light green.
It was a sight, this Tokyo, she thought.
She had no memory whatsoever of ever coming to Tokyo, she tried hard to find at least one but couldn't. No matter, the view she was getting now would make new ones.
She ignored the glances some passersby gave her; she knew she must've looked horrible. She past an open store that sold mirrors of all sizes and shapes and stopped turned around and headed to it.
"Sumamisen," She mumbled to each person she bumped into until she reached the mirror store and gasped at her own reflection as she stood in front of a full length mirror.
Horrible was an understatement!
Her long ebony hair had small twigs sticking out of it, with huge knots governing it. Extremely ruffled and hard was her once soft and silky black hair. She had a black eye and a broken lip and not to mention the scratches and dirt that covered her face. Her light green kimono that matched her eyes, with its large golden dragon in the back and the edges designed with gold-colored hill like lines, was torn and ripped at the hems and splattered with mud and dirt. The kimono's end was torn up to her knees, giving her space to move freely but was god-awful looking. She looked down at her feet and noticed the blisters and dirt that covered them and her hands that were dark with soil.
"Dear Gods..." She whispered in shock, she looked as if a typhoon had reigned on her!
"There's a lady down the corner to your right that sells kimonos and sandals as well, miss. You should go see her." A gentle, fatherly tone spoke, catching her attention.
She looked at the seller who smiled sympathetically at her and she returned the smile.
"Arigato, but I do not have money to buy anything." She bowed and told him.
The old man, bald with long silver whiskers frowned at her and sighed, "What a pity, miss. You would look marvelous in one of her kimonos. She's my wife, you see. But I'm sorry; I have no money to give you. No one has bought a mirror since three days ago, and that makes me short on money for my family. I wish I could help you."
She smiled gratefully at him and nodded at his words. "Don't worry, sir. I don't need money; your words have given me more than what I need to survive this day. I wish all the luck in the world that you have millions of customers buying your mirrors. Sayonara."
With that she bowed again and left, a sweet smile on her face.
At least I know there are good people in the world. Gods, bless that man and his family for me, she thought with a pure heart as she continued to walk around the streets, gazing at anything and everything.