Chapter Two: The Mountain Bandits
"Let go of me!" Amaya tried to yell, but her voice was muffled by a hand. A very large hand that belonged to. . well, who was he? A tall man in his early 20's. He had blondish hair and brown eyes. Beautiful brown eyes, Amaya noted, but those eyes, as examined further, had a certain look to them. .the look of a merciless man, a man who wasn't afraid to kill to get what he wanted and when he wanted it. The man was accompinied by two other men. One with red hair, bearing a spiked chain. The other, not so harsh- looking. He had cobalt hair and matching baby blues. ."Hm, hm, good!"
"Hey!" Amaya cried the blonde haired man threw her down on a horse- drawn cart. "Stay still or I will slit your throat," the blonde man threatened as he bound her with rough rope and put cloth over her mouth so she couldn't speak. "Pretty one, ain't she, boss?" The man with the red hair commented, rubbing Amaya's upper thigh. Amaya, though her arms were bound togather and tied to the cart, her legs were free. She jumped up as far as the ropes allowed then kicked him in the stomach.He flew backward and landed on his back. After a minute, he got up and walked to the other two men, who were trying to stifle their laughs. "Ugh. ." the red haired man groaned, "she may be small, but she packs a punch." Amaya sat glaring at the three men, wishing she had a sword at that moment. "You just wait till I get these ropes off me! I'm gonna-kick-your--" "Ready to go, Nyori, Tomichiuan?" The Boss (blonde man) asked his men. They nodded and climbed in the back of the cart, both men keeping their distance from the girl. "Hey, just wait 'till we get back," Tomichiuan, the blue haired man laughed, "the boys'll get a kick outta her!"
The wooden cart squeaked down the windy dirt road, passing houses, businesses, and even towns. Old rickety houses with children playing in the street and mothers watching over them like mother hens bustling around, yelling at her chicks for straying too far away. Traders and passerbys sealing a deal with a handshake. Little kids tugging at their father's kimono, begging for a piece of candy.
As they reached the edge of the forest, Amaya was astounded by how beautiful and how uninviting it was at the same time. Tall pine trees in their prime towered over her, emerald ferns sprayed out here and there, tiny little violets that seemed to be of no importance, but added a little something to the landscape. "It's so beautiful, but I wouldn't go in there if someone paid me!" thought Amaya, " Something tells me this feeling can't be good." "Whadda think, girly? Ya scared?" Nyori mocked her. Muffled shouts came from Amaya and she was obviously angry with not being able to talk. Nyori, as caring and sensitive as he his *eye roll*, ripped the cloth off of Amaya and some of her ebony hair was caught in the knot. "OW!" Amaya shreiked," why'd you do that? My hair was in there, ya know!" Tomichiuan snickered with Nyori. Then Amaya's guile kicked in. She sniffled a couple times then burst out in tears.
The three men stared, open jawed at the crying girl. They had never encountered a moment like this. A blank, "What in the hell do I do now?" expression dominated the trios' faces. Amaya was still sobbing hysterically, keeping her face hidden as she ranted, ". . it was bad enough that my boyfriend broke up with me, now this? I just don't know what to do, everything's a mess!" Amaya silently applauded herself on her acting skills, thanking Ryu for teaching her. "Uh, girl, don't cry, " Nyori tried comfort her, " Its just a bunch of hair." Amaya glanced at Tomichiwan, then looked again. His face was peeling off!
"Let go of me!" Amaya tried to yell, but her voice was muffled by a hand. A very large hand that belonged to. . well, who was he? A tall man in his early 20's. He had blondish hair and brown eyes. Beautiful brown eyes, Amaya noted, but those eyes, as examined further, had a certain look to them. .the look of a merciless man, a man who wasn't afraid to kill to get what he wanted and when he wanted it. The man was accompinied by two other men. One with red hair, bearing a spiked chain. The other, not so harsh- looking. He had cobalt hair and matching baby blues. ."Hm, hm, good!"
"Hey!" Amaya cried the blonde haired man threw her down on a horse- drawn cart. "Stay still or I will slit your throat," the blonde man threatened as he bound her with rough rope and put cloth over her mouth so she couldn't speak. "Pretty one, ain't she, boss?" The man with the red hair commented, rubbing Amaya's upper thigh. Amaya, though her arms were bound togather and tied to the cart, her legs were free. She jumped up as far as the ropes allowed then kicked him in the stomach.He flew backward and landed on his back. After a minute, he got up and walked to the other two men, who were trying to stifle their laughs. "Ugh. ." the red haired man groaned, "she may be small, but she packs a punch." Amaya sat glaring at the three men, wishing she had a sword at that moment. "You just wait till I get these ropes off me! I'm gonna-kick-your--" "Ready to go, Nyori, Tomichiuan?" The Boss (blonde man) asked his men. They nodded and climbed in the back of the cart, both men keeping their distance from the girl. "Hey, just wait 'till we get back," Tomichiuan, the blue haired man laughed, "the boys'll get a kick outta her!"
The wooden cart squeaked down the windy dirt road, passing houses, businesses, and even towns. Old rickety houses with children playing in the street and mothers watching over them like mother hens bustling around, yelling at her chicks for straying too far away. Traders and passerbys sealing a deal with a handshake. Little kids tugging at their father's kimono, begging for a piece of candy.
As they reached the edge of the forest, Amaya was astounded by how beautiful and how uninviting it was at the same time. Tall pine trees in their prime towered over her, emerald ferns sprayed out here and there, tiny little violets that seemed to be of no importance, but added a little something to the landscape. "It's so beautiful, but I wouldn't go in there if someone paid me!" thought Amaya, " Something tells me this feeling can't be good." "Whadda think, girly? Ya scared?" Nyori mocked her. Muffled shouts came from Amaya and she was obviously angry with not being able to talk. Nyori, as caring and sensitive as he his *eye roll*, ripped the cloth off of Amaya and some of her ebony hair was caught in the knot. "OW!" Amaya shreiked," why'd you do that? My hair was in there, ya know!" Tomichiuan snickered with Nyori. Then Amaya's guile kicked in. She sniffled a couple times then burst out in tears.
The three men stared, open jawed at the crying girl. They had never encountered a moment like this. A blank, "What in the hell do I do now?" expression dominated the trios' faces. Amaya was still sobbing hysterically, keeping her face hidden as she ranted, ". . it was bad enough that my boyfriend broke up with me, now this? I just don't know what to do, everything's a mess!" Amaya silently applauded herself on her acting skills, thanking Ryu for teaching her. "Uh, girl, don't cry, " Nyori tried comfort her, " Its just a bunch of hair." Amaya glanced at Tomichiwan, then looked again. His face was peeling off!