Author's Note: As you can see, I totally fixed this chapter. The grammar and the format were killing me, so I redid this chappie. Enjoy.
Chapter 3: Crossing Paths
Hunger was the feeling she felt.
Dehydrated was another. Dizzy and light-headed were there too.
Tired and stiff joined the party as well.
Had it been two hours or three? It felt like ten long years, walking around; looking for nothing.
If anyone would've stopped to ask her what was wrong, they would've immediately rushed her to the clinic. She looked as pale as a ghost and the fact that her eyes were fluttering lazily trying to keep open wasn't helping.
But she had to keep walking; she had to. Who knew what or who would pop out and try to kill her, like those bastards had tried to? For an instance she felt as though she was about to die, simply just to fall on her face in the middle of the street and die.
But no! She would not stop walking!
Hunger or dehydration, dizziness or light-headed nausea or the pain in her body wouldn't stop her from moving. Come hell or high water she would not stop walking!
"Yahiko get back here! Myoujin Yahiko come back!" A voice yelled above the crowd's chatter.
"Oh here comes the Kamiya girl, my Gods she is such a mess." A quiet voice whispered to two other girls in front her as she continued walking in the moving traffic of Tokyo.
"No! Look at me! I'm all wet and it's freezing cold out here, ugly!" A voice shouted almost behind her.
She looked over her shoulder and saw a young boy with furious brown eyes and drenched in water stomp behind her, cursing under his breath.
"Stupid Kaoru, always making me do stupid things. She can go screw herself." Were some of the things she caught him saying.
In the background she kept hearing the girl call for him but he ignored it.
"I can't believe she lets men sleep in her house. Who knows what they do?" Another girl whispered, causing gasps from her mates.
"I saw three men in her house! And my brother, he's a police officer, as you know; he said that the men never came out of her house! That they sleep there! How shameful!"
She rolled her eyes at the girls in front of her and continued walking, the boy still behind her.
"Yahiko! Yahiko, I'm sorry! Yahiko where are you?" The Kamiya girl called out but no response came from Yahiko, only more gossip from the prissy women.
She stopped walking, irritated by all the noise around her and the nausea she was having, and let the kid bump into her.
"Hey! Move it!" he growled, looking up.
She turned around, and smirked at the kid, who kept his glare on her. "I'll move it when you decide to answer to your sister, or whatever she is to you."
The people behind Yahiko glared at her and began to complain. "Oi, turn around and keep on walking! I've things to do!" A rude man snapped, pointing his words to her.
Irritation hit the overload button and all hell broke loose.
"MAKE A BRIDGE! I'M TALKING HERE ALL RIGHT? YOU WANNA GET BY, THEN GO AHEAD BUT I AIN'T MOVING! SO SHUT UP AND KEEP ON WALKING!"
People around them gasped, shocked to hear a girl say those things, but only Yahiko looked at her with a bit of admiration.
No one, not even Kaoru, had barked at someone else in public, especially someone whom she didn't know. The man huffed and did as he was told; somehow knowing she was not someone to mess with.
"Gods! People in Tokyo sure are RUDE and OBNOXIOUS! Talking about people they DON'T KNOW! Like young women who act like LITTLE GIRLS!" She turned around and glared at the girls who were watching her with mouths wide open, they knew she was talking about them.
"The nerve!" One of the gasped, returning the glare.
"Yes, I'm glad you agree with me you selfish, feeble-minded, unsophisticated educated incorrectly, good for nothing brats! Get out of my face between I find a katana and chop off your hair!" She threw back, not realizing what she had said.
The girls' faces paled and their eyes grew huge. The crowd around gasped, hearing the yelled out words.
"A girl...swordsman?" The one with crooked, yellow teeth whispered.
Before she could respond with something, they all turned around on walked as fast as they could in their kimonos away from her.
"Morons." She growled lowly and turned back to Yahiko who was now gawking at her, his eyes full of sparkles.
"Y-You're a swordsman? I mean swordswoman?" He stammered, eyes gleaming.
She raised an eyebrow at him confused and shook her head in disagreement.
"What! Then why did you tell those girls that you would chop off their hair with a katana? Only swordsmen carry katanas, and only they know about swords! And swords are illegal in this age!" Yahiko yelled at her, a frown at his lips.
She stood quiet and thought about what he had said. Why exactly did she say that? If what the kid is saying is true, then maybe I am a swordsman. Maybe that's why they were after me? That's possible...Right?
Confusion was written all over face but Yahiko didn't pay attention to it. He just rolled his eyes at her and past by her, continuing to move.
A few moments later, still frozen, a girl dressed in training clothes moved in front of her, two wooden swords in her hands.
"Yahiko! Yahiko I'm sorry!" Her eyes seemed so sad, almost ashamed.
She woke up from her thoughts and stopped Kaoru when she began to move from her place.
"Is Yahiko a boy in wet clothes? A green gi and khaki hakama?" She asked and saw the relief in Kaoru's bright sapphire eyes.
"Hai, which way did he go?" Kaoru smiled widely, searching in the girl's eyes for an answer.
"Yeah, he went that way. You can just use ki-sensing to find him; his spirit energy is probably higher than everyone else in the crowd if you're teaching him swordsmanship, ne?" She spoke, once again shocking herself and the girl.
"How do you know about me teaching Yahiko swordsmanship?" Kaoru asked suspiciously, how did the girl know that? She started to say things but they were all incoherent.
Kaoru looked at her with a weird face and then past by her, switching her thoughts to finding Yahiko.
She stood there and sighed, her stomach growling again. "Better find food and fast." She mumbled to herself beginning to walk again, the thoughts of her being a swordsman still there.
She smelled the wonderful scent of fresh cooked rice and hot miso soup, drooling inwardly. If only she had money! But it seemed as the Gods were against her and left her with no miracles or chances. Getting her mind off the swordsman thoughts and her senses off the smell of food, she decided to find a way into the forest where she could at least bathe and try to nurse her injuries. So far she hadn't been caught nor found any perils around her as she walked around the streets, but soon she would. Soon…