PART V: Day Five: Fifth Appointment.
He looked up at the ceiling, wondering when the person he was supposed to meet will come.
Everything was silent around him.
No talking. No sound of steps. No sound of breathing.
He frowned at the dead silence.
Then jumped up as a shadow moulded into a human silhouette.
He gaped at the sudden arrival.
The man was tall. His figure looked like as lanky as a ghost's under his very long coat. His face was corpse-pale like, hidden behind severals strands of short jet black hair.
He quickly regained his senses as the man sat in front of him.
I wonder how he entered, I'm sure I didn't hear the door crack open...
There they sat. The man was looking straight in front of him, and he had to avert his gaze. For some very disturbing reason, this man reminded him of his previous date.
He has such a strong aura around him...
He coughed to dismiss his reverie.
"Hum. So, should we make the introductions?" he proposed.
The man said nothing.
"Erhm, since you already know my name, maybe you should start then..."
He waited.
Still no answer.
"No?..."
Well, it's weird. He doesn't look very shy at all.
"...Just to know, is this your first time in this agency?" he pulled away from the table, remembering what happened the last time he asked that question. "...No offense really, I'm just asking." he added a little fearful.
Still no reaction.
Definitely weird.
"...as for me, this is the first time."
Silence.
Great. I guess I'll just have to keep on talking.
"The agency is not so bad in fact. I've met very huh...interesting people. All of them very different from each other..." he eyed the man. "...completely different..."
The man remained silent.
He sighed soundlessly.
What a block of ice.
His eyes met the man's. He smiled sheepishly.
How boring. How can I get rid of him now?
He looked at the man from the corner of his eyes.
Maybe if I leave discreetly he wouln't hear me. But this is not very polite.
He took a quick glance once again at the frigid man.
To hell the politeness!!
He braced his legs under the table.
A sword suddenly came from nowhere to stick his kimono on the wall behind him. His eyes widened. He couldn't move his left arm anymore.
"You aren't leaving, are you?" came the cold monotonous husky voice.
He was too shocked to give himself the time to appraise it.
"Erm...well I..."
The man stood up and walked towards him.
He gasped as the man took the sword off the wall.
"Nobody sneaks away from my guard."
He saw the man swiftly put the sword back in its dark double crossed sheet under his coat.
A double crossed sheet. A short sword.
His eyes widened.
"You are...Shinomori Aoshi?"
The man's eyes seemed to narrow for a second before taking back their blank expression.
He blinked, panting.
Shinomori Aoshi, the great leader of the Oniwabanshuu. A ninja like you'll never see anywhere else in the country. A wonderful warrior you've got to see at least once in your life.
His face fell.
But unfortunately it seems that the rumors about him getting even more cold-blooded after his companions were killed are true. He is freaking scary.
He quietly sat on his chair.
They were back to the previous situation.
"Hum...anything you'd like to know about me?" he asked uncertain.
No answer.
He sweatdropped.
I forgot he was the absolute non-talkative type.