Nuriko yawns and stretches. "It's been two hours. She hasn't gotten
up yet. I'm going to bed. I could use the beauty sleep." Tamahome nods.
"I'm going to find Miaka." The two leave, followed by Chichiri; who doesn't
want to be left with the girl who attempted to assassinate him.
Urami, still asleep, dreams of falling. Her ember hair flickers wickedly as she descends into a lightless oblivion. Suddenly, she's aware of a presence just in front of her. She smacks into it and jumps. She awakens, a cold sweat upon her brow. The cool stone soothes her bruised cheek. Her eyes fly open, full of fury. That's right. She was caught, unsuccessful. How pathetic! Knocked out by such lowly scum! She grabs her wrist, expecting her tanto. There is nothing there. She sits up and puts her hand to her forehead. Ugh. How her head was spinning!
She slaps herself across the face. 'Stupid weakling! Get a hold of yourself! You failed! FAILED! FAILED!! There's no existence for you now! You are a failure!' She launches herself to her feet with a snarl. Her eyes scan the floor with lightning speed. Her tanto is nowhere to be found. Her canines gleam in her frozen sneer. There is a sound! Urami shifts into a fighting stance. A lone person shuffles down the hall, murmuring feverishly. Wild flame-colored tresses, just a shade or two lighter than her own, are the first thing to catch her eye. Next, is his familiar style of clothes.
He turns towards her then jumps. "What the fuck!" The two stare at each other blankly, as if staring in a mirror. Tasuki walks closer, in wonder. Urami's eyebrows furrow as she tries to remember where she saw this man before. Her mind plays back a document buried long ago.
She's a young girl; running through a valley; bucket in hand, to get water for the soup. Long green grass tickles her bare knees. The water comes into sight. She skids to a stop then feels herself pushed into the stream with a huge splash. "Kou Shun'u!" she screams, "I'm telling Mom!" "Like ye wouldn't tell her anyways." He sits down with a sigh. "Girls, who needs 'em?"
Urami's expression softens, just noticeably. "Kou." Tasuki backs up a little. "Urami.what the fuck are you doing here!?" Urami smirks. "Doing a very poor version of my job." "Assassinatin' Chiri is a job!?" Urami crosses her arms. "You wouldn't believe the pay." Tasuki cracks an identical smirk, amused. "It don't matter if yer my sister'r not. Chiri's my friend and if you try to kill'im, you'll be the one dyin'." Urami's smirk drops to a deathly serious expression. "Don't hold you breath."
Soon, Tasuki leaves his sibling behind and goes to bed. Urami sits down in a lotus position to flex and extend her muscles. She would wait until she was sure everybody was sleeping, then she would attack Chichiri again. Victory would save her soiled soul, or so she thought. Her hazel eyes half close, forming a wise, cat-like expression. Urami allows her mind to rest as she prepares her body for her next strike.
Urami, still asleep, dreams of falling. Her ember hair flickers wickedly as she descends into a lightless oblivion. Suddenly, she's aware of a presence just in front of her. She smacks into it and jumps. She awakens, a cold sweat upon her brow. The cool stone soothes her bruised cheek. Her eyes fly open, full of fury. That's right. She was caught, unsuccessful. How pathetic! Knocked out by such lowly scum! She grabs her wrist, expecting her tanto. There is nothing there. She sits up and puts her hand to her forehead. Ugh. How her head was spinning!
She slaps herself across the face. 'Stupid weakling! Get a hold of yourself! You failed! FAILED! FAILED!! There's no existence for you now! You are a failure!' She launches herself to her feet with a snarl. Her eyes scan the floor with lightning speed. Her tanto is nowhere to be found. Her canines gleam in her frozen sneer. There is a sound! Urami shifts into a fighting stance. A lone person shuffles down the hall, murmuring feverishly. Wild flame-colored tresses, just a shade or two lighter than her own, are the first thing to catch her eye. Next, is his familiar style of clothes.
He turns towards her then jumps. "What the fuck!" The two stare at each other blankly, as if staring in a mirror. Tasuki walks closer, in wonder. Urami's eyebrows furrow as she tries to remember where she saw this man before. Her mind plays back a document buried long ago.
She's a young girl; running through a valley; bucket in hand, to get water for the soup. Long green grass tickles her bare knees. The water comes into sight. She skids to a stop then feels herself pushed into the stream with a huge splash. "Kou Shun'u!" she screams, "I'm telling Mom!" "Like ye wouldn't tell her anyways." He sits down with a sigh. "Girls, who needs 'em?"
Urami's expression softens, just noticeably. "Kou." Tasuki backs up a little. "Urami.what the fuck are you doing here!?" Urami smirks. "Doing a very poor version of my job." "Assassinatin' Chiri is a job!?" Urami crosses her arms. "You wouldn't believe the pay." Tasuki cracks an identical smirk, amused. "It don't matter if yer my sister'r not. Chiri's my friend and if you try to kill'im, you'll be the one dyin'." Urami's smirk drops to a deathly serious expression. "Don't hold you breath."
Soon, Tasuki leaves his sibling behind and goes to bed. Urami sits down in a lotus position to flex and extend her muscles. She would wait until she was sure everybody was sleeping, then she would attack Chichiri again. Victory would save her soiled soul, or so she thought. Her hazel eyes half close, forming a wise, cat-like expression. Urami allows her mind to rest as she prepares her body for her next strike.