The Inn Of Murder

Chapter 7- An Endless Flow Of Time

By Misao's Angel

She couldn't wait. Two more days... two more days and finally, finally she could meet him. The happiest moment of her life was coming, and she couldn't let it pass. Today she would spend preparing for the moment of which she still lived, the moment in which she lived for. She would dream of such a moment, such an important encounter, such a anticipated meeting. So she decided to buy her self-assurance, to make sure everything went as planned. She would but make-up, jewelry, new clothes, she would buy the scam in which society claimed to be beauty, claimed to be the reason love existed. Her case was another victory for this lucrative scam of society, but if it worked, then that was something she didn't mind.

But she didn't know where to go. So she asked an adult in the same position she was inn, sleeping in the same inn. She would ask this experienced individual, who undoubtedly made such purchases her self. This individual was an older woman, aged around early twenties, with a kind smile and eyes so mesmerizing, for they lacked light, as if they absorbed the darkness of the room. She was kind though, and politely gave the young girl directions. The girl thanked her with a sweet, innocent smile, and left in the said direction, un aware of what was to come.

A man by the age of nineteen awoke in an unknown bed, confused, and a little scared. All he could remember was the scare of the night before, and... oh yes! Katsu! He had to see if he was ok... He had to check if his best friend survived... The man began to rise from the bed in which he lay, and placed tired legs on the cold wooden floor. He stood to his full height, and steadied his weight upon his poor throbbing feet... only to fall with a sudden spark of pain. Shit... some how... he hurt his ankle... was it last night? When he was running? Why didn't he feel it? Did the fear of being caught drown that pain? Whatever the reason, he couldn't walk, and that was the problem. There was no way he'd be able to return to his hometown anytime soon... He would have to wait at least two days before he would fully recover. And that was if he was lucky. Great... two days of just laying around doing nothing... practically the opposite of what he usually did, for he was one of those people who can't sit still for more than a minute. Though even a minute was stretching it... So sitting there, doing nothing... that really didn't appeal to him. He had to find out where he was, and what he was doing there. So, he did what first came to his mind, and yelled for a hostess.

The dark haired woman stood waiting for someone unsaid, on spoke of, one who neither shared nor reserved any compassion... but why did she wait for him? The reason was un reasonable, un logical, yet still made perfect sense to all who shared those feelings before. After one brief meeting, this woman had fallen in love. But why? Was her heart this feeble? Was her late love of only a day that meaningless to her? Was she always in need of assistance, of someone to love her? This simple questions she wondered her self, as she lay in wait beneath the stars. Only her heart gave a hint he'd even appear in such a remote place, but it was her heart in which she trusted, her heart in which she believed. So she waited. And even after the bitter cold reduced her apathetic features so a slight frown, and her slender arms to shake in the protection of this unwanted feeling, she waited, under the stars, for the appearance of one she didn't even know was coming. And once again her reputation of apathy threatened to fall once again, as she barely concealed the smile that came when he finally did arrive.

He was dressed in very fitting attire, completely dark in color; a long thick coat, a turtle-neck sleeveless top, and tight vinyl pants hugging his strong yet thin legs. Yet, in complete contrast, his blood red locks combined with his bright amber eyes made him impossible to miss. He wandered the darkness like a feline of the night, remaining beautifully stealth and silent, as though he were born for it. And if such an accusation was said, none who had experienced this beauty with their own eyes could ever appose. He was a creature of the night, a bringer of death. He was whom she longed for.

The two sat under the stars for what in meaning was years, yet in life just four hours. Yet these two spoke nothing, uttered no sound; they just sat near each other gazing upon the beauty of the midnight sky. Though if words were said, the meaning of those hours would be cut in half; maybe even infinitely less. For these silent hours started with two strangers feet apart in their gaze, to two lovers watching the stars in each other's arms.

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All right! My next chapter actually has the first DEATH. So yeah. I hope you guys liked this chapter, so please let me know! Thank you!