It was hard to say how long she had been traveling. The only thing she
cared about is being free. Karou pulled the throttle and let the engine
roar as the sleek red Ninja pulsed forward at incredible speed. Karou
leaned into the bike and smiled as the scenery flew by her. This was
something she had always wanted. Ever since her uncle took off one day and
returned just a month later and told of his travels she decided what she
wanted.
Karou had just turned 19 and her uncle had given her enough money to buy her own bike. Of course her parents didn't know until it was too late. She took off without another thought. Her uncle and her had split ways just a few miles back and were going to meet up in Chicago where he had a large apartment with his new wife and children which Karou was looking forward to meet. Karou was more than glad to meet him there. Her uncle was the only person she considered a parent. Her mother was insane and her father was a drunk that spent his entire life at the local bar with a woman named Brittany doing God knows what.
It was hard when her uncle had left her five years ago. He had taken a part of her with him, but he promised her that he would return to her and take her away to a better life. And he had done just that, but he gave her, her own freedom to explore this world before she move in with him.
The trees began to thin and the land became scarce with small bushes here and there, light brown dirt scattering the land. She was heading into the desert for some miles; hopefully soon she would be able to pull over. Soon, she began to see lights down the road. The lights drew nearer as she began to close in the space between them and soon she entered the small town. Karou looked around and pulled the bike over at the local bar, locking her bike by code and touch. She had added some improvements on her bike that allowed her to lock it a special way that no one would be able to steal it.
Helmet still on, she walked in and sat on the stool. Easily she removed the helmet and let her long ebony hair cascade down her back. Back in the corner sat a large group of men, chatting quietly but stopped when Karou walked in. She was an image in red leather with a thick black band on both her upper arms. "Hey Aoshi, whose the girl?" Aoshi turned his head and stared. "Dunno, probably some chick who's pretending to be a biker. Why? Kenshin don't tell me you're into her?" Kenshin leaned over to get a better view of her. "We'll see."
Karou sipped the small glass of Jack Daniels and stared at the glasses. Lights from the outside poured into the small bar like those of a night club. She checked her watched and drank the rest of the alcohol. Grabbing her helmet she pulled her hair up and put it on, heading through the doors to her bike. Swinging her leg over the bike, she unlocked the bike and started it up.
She exited the city and took back to the empty road. Lights lined up in a row ahead caused her to slow her speed and completely turned to the side, staring at the roadblock before her through the shaded lens. Aoshi walked up before the light with Kenshin and Sano, nearing her. Karou pulled the helmet off and stared at them with her dazzling purple blue eyes. "You mind moving your bikes?" Her eyes landed on Kenshin standing in the middle. He dressed in a loose black vest with a white tank tee and black leather pants and boots. His long sexy red hair was pulled back and gathered at the neck; his violet eyes stared straight into hers, not giving a hint of letting her gaze go. Aoshi stepped up and stood next to her. "So what's a girl like you riding on a bike like this?" Sano asked as he walked over on the other side of her. "I'm riding it. What else?" she replied coldly. "Oh little lady has an attitude." Sano said as he leaned on her bike.
Karou's hand came quickly to his throat. "Don't touch my bike." Aoshi grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. "Relax, he likes to annoy people." Aoshi said to calm her down. Kenshin walked up and stood before her. "Throw her in the car. Aoshi, take the bike back home." Karou struggled to get free from Aoshi's grip as he pushed her towards the black convertible mustang. After tying her up, Aoshi charged the bike and took off. Kenshin sat behind the wheel and sped up, following him back into town. "So what's your name?" Karou remained silent and glared at him. Kenshin smiled. "Look I know your mad right now, but trust me, you'll thank us later." "Yea right."
Karou had just turned 19 and her uncle had given her enough money to buy her own bike. Of course her parents didn't know until it was too late. She took off without another thought. Her uncle and her had split ways just a few miles back and were going to meet up in Chicago where he had a large apartment with his new wife and children which Karou was looking forward to meet. Karou was more than glad to meet him there. Her uncle was the only person she considered a parent. Her mother was insane and her father was a drunk that spent his entire life at the local bar with a woman named Brittany doing God knows what.
It was hard when her uncle had left her five years ago. He had taken a part of her with him, but he promised her that he would return to her and take her away to a better life. And he had done just that, but he gave her, her own freedom to explore this world before she move in with him.
The trees began to thin and the land became scarce with small bushes here and there, light brown dirt scattering the land. She was heading into the desert for some miles; hopefully soon she would be able to pull over. Soon, she began to see lights down the road. The lights drew nearer as she began to close in the space between them and soon she entered the small town. Karou looked around and pulled the bike over at the local bar, locking her bike by code and touch. She had added some improvements on her bike that allowed her to lock it a special way that no one would be able to steal it.
Helmet still on, she walked in and sat on the stool. Easily she removed the helmet and let her long ebony hair cascade down her back. Back in the corner sat a large group of men, chatting quietly but stopped when Karou walked in. She was an image in red leather with a thick black band on both her upper arms. "Hey Aoshi, whose the girl?" Aoshi turned his head and stared. "Dunno, probably some chick who's pretending to be a biker. Why? Kenshin don't tell me you're into her?" Kenshin leaned over to get a better view of her. "We'll see."
Karou sipped the small glass of Jack Daniels and stared at the glasses. Lights from the outside poured into the small bar like those of a night club. She checked her watched and drank the rest of the alcohol. Grabbing her helmet she pulled her hair up and put it on, heading through the doors to her bike. Swinging her leg over the bike, she unlocked the bike and started it up.
She exited the city and took back to the empty road. Lights lined up in a row ahead caused her to slow her speed and completely turned to the side, staring at the roadblock before her through the shaded lens. Aoshi walked up before the light with Kenshin and Sano, nearing her. Karou pulled the helmet off and stared at them with her dazzling purple blue eyes. "You mind moving your bikes?" Her eyes landed on Kenshin standing in the middle. He dressed in a loose black vest with a white tank tee and black leather pants and boots. His long sexy red hair was pulled back and gathered at the neck; his violet eyes stared straight into hers, not giving a hint of letting her gaze go. Aoshi stepped up and stood next to her. "So what's a girl like you riding on a bike like this?" Sano asked as he walked over on the other side of her. "I'm riding it. What else?" she replied coldly. "Oh little lady has an attitude." Sano said as he leaned on her bike.
Karou's hand came quickly to his throat. "Don't touch my bike." Aoshi grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. "Relax, he likes to annoy people." Aoshi said to calm her down. Kenshin walked up and stood before her. "Throw her in the car. Aoshi, take the bike back home." Karou struggled to get free from Aoshi's grip as he pushed her towards the black convertible mustang. After tying her up, Aoshi charged the bike and took off. Kenshin sat behind the wheel and sped up, following him back into town. "So what's your name?" Karou remained silent and glared at him. Kenshin smiled. "Look I know your mad right now, but trust me, you'll thank us later." "Yea right."