Stark blanche sunbeams scorched the cave-like room. They crept through the blinds as dawn came. They became bold, streaming into the room, blasting it with stark clarity. The bed room it invaded was shrouded in black satin draped over the walls. Scattered about these were photos and drawings glinting in the morning light like stars against the satin night. A four-poster bed with pure white sheets like new fallen snow was illuminated in the blaring light. The occupant was a dark contrast to the alabaster coverlet.
The small figure on the bed was curled around a deep chocolate body-pillow. The female figure was full and generously proportioned. Ebony locks splayed around her body giving a frame of black to her ivory skin. Her face, smoothed of all lines of sorrow or anger, was that of an angel. As the intrusive light seared into her eyelids, black eye opened. She blinked rapidly and began to stretch in the bedding, allowing it to become tangled around her shapely legs. She detangled herself expertly and rose, ebony locks spilling over her bare shoulders. She moved to the stand-alone mirror. She looked over her reflection, analyzing her image carefully. She was pretty, elegant was the most appropriate term, with a well rounded figure. She had delicate Japanese features with sharp black eyes. As she put on a black Chinese style straight dress with deep red flower decorations she exuded grace and poise. The woman twined her hair into a functional bun. Classy, yet practical. With one last glance into the looking glass to be sure she looked acceptable she exited her bedroom. The young woman lived in a three bedroom apartment with two roommates. As the first one up the elegant woman walked to the kitchen and started the coffee machine. Her roommates were her best friends, but neither could make proper coffee.
She entered the room to the right of her own. This chamber was decked in pink and white lace. The ebony haired woman shaded her eyes against the gaudy scenery . Upon a daybed placed against the south wall a woman was sleeping peacefully. The elegant woman ripped the lacy covers from the young woman. "Tanuki! Kaoru wake up!" The once sleeping girl shot up, looking for her attacker. Her famous temper burning brightly in her blue eyes.
"MEGUMI!!!! You fox! Get out of my room!" Kaoru grabbed for her hot pink radio clock. "It's 6:30!!"
The woman named Megumi laughed at the disgruntled girl. She exited the pink-decked room , shutting the door and letting it deflect the objects being thrown toward at her. She walked to the room across for the pink lair. As she entered this room camouflage walls greeted her. Mounted in cases along the walls were swords, axes, daggers, crossbows, and a variety of other weapons from all over the world and all of the time periods before the industrial revolution. It was safe to say her roommate had a slight weapons fetish. Megumi always wondered how her friend acquired all this weaponry. Some of the pieces dated back hundreds of years yet were in exemplary condition. As normal Megumi shrugged it off. She probably had some rich eccentric uncle.Megumi pulled back the heavy forest green drape from the window. A small hiss came from the queen bed. Beneath the deep black covers was a fairly human shape. Her one arm was outside of the blankets, a think braid of black hair wrapped around it.
"Time to get up weasel! Rise and shine Misou-chan." Megumi grinned at the moaning and hissing twine of blankets and limbs.
Megumi went back to the kitchen after listening to a few more minutes of hissing and set out three cups of black liquid on the table. She took her cup and sipped sedately while awaiting her friends.Kaoru rolled from the daybed, pink sheets ruffling as she remade it. She shuffled through her closet, going through the day's plans in her head. This morning she would visit her grandfather, Dr. Genzai, and help out at his clinic. Misou was doing… something. The genki woman had been obviously excited for weeks now, yet managed to change the subject whenever asked. Misou was always like that. She was loving and happy, yet Kaoru had known her for 3 years now and knew almost nothing about her past. Kaoru didn't even know if she had siblings… or brothers. Kaoru huffed as she tied her hair back with her favorite blue ribbon. Misao probably had some ravishingly handsome brother that she was hiding from her roommates! Kaoru's pretty brow furrowed in indignant ire. As she turned toward her vanity she smoothed the offensive look away and replaced it with a bright smile. No matter. She would have a good day no matter what. Misao could keep her secrets. Kaoru would possible meet someone at work tonight.Kaoru walked to the kitchen looking cute, yet sporty in her beige kaki pants and a periwinkle quarter-sleeved top. Her petite nose lifted, testing the air. The heavenly scent of coffee wafted to her. She sat at the dinning room table, bringing the cup placed for her to her nose for another waft of the intoxicating scent. Megumi smiled and continued to sip from her mug. Misou came from her room a few moments later. She wore a pair of black jeans and a light green shirt with "free sample" in white written across the front. She took the third chair and cup. Simultaneously Misou and Kaoru took a swig of the liquid.
"YEAAGH!!!" Both violently spit the contents out after running to the kitchen sink.
As soon as they recovered they turned on Megumi."Are you trying to kill us!?" Kaoru hollered."Ewwww! It tried to disintegrate my mouth!" Misao protested.
Megumi lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "It's just German coffee."
Kaoru just looked disgusted and cleaned out her mouth from the tap. Misou sat down exasperatedly. She didn't need this today. She had enough on her mind. She had to meet with the head of her ring, a discouraging experience. The Game was about to start and she needed to be there to hear the new rules and her assignment. She watched Kaoru and Megumi go through the routine of breakfast, neither offered her anything, knowing she never ate breakfast. She sighed internally. If only those two knew of the world going on right under their own. Megumi's hohoho laugh broke her musings.
"Looks like out little weasel is fantasizing again. Who is it?" Megumi smiled slyly.Misao rolled her eyes.
"I'm not thinking of anyone." except a certain tall, dark, blue eyed vampire she added mentally. "What are you doing today Megumi-chan?" Megumi rolled her eyes at the evasion of her question.
"I'm going shopping, nothing much. I will see you both at work tonight correct?" The other two nodded.
Misao got up, going into her room. She took out a black trench coat that made her look quite the Goth. She shrugged and put some of her throwing daggers from her wall into them. She smiled softly, no one knew that they were more then display pieces. She walked out and waved goodbye to Megumi and Kaoru. She got in her lime green beetle and drove. She drove for an hour before arriving at a shabby looking office building. She sighed. Headquarters, how very impressive. She parked in the back and saw the cars of most of her colleges. She entered the abandoned building and went up the creaking elevator to the 27th floor. Why they insisted on keeping the main office up here she had no idea. But of course they were all strange. She exited the chamber and was instantly searched by two gruffly looking men in similar trench coats. They inspected the daggers.
"No silver weapons this time eh Misao?" The taller one joked.
"Only if their aimed at you Jin-e" She retorted.Jin-e grinned, showing his wolf smile.
The other guard just pushed her into the next room. Around an old office table were 6 people. They looked like perfectly normal humans, yet once the full moon came they would show their true forms, werewolves. She sat ay the side, her long braid bopping. She smiled to the woman sitting across from her. The woman was dressed in a low cut dress that left most of her cleavage exposed. She leaned toward Misao, a cryptic smile on her face.
"Ohayo Yumi." Misao pipped, chipper as always.
"Good day Misao" came the slow response. A woman with short black hair snapped her fingers.
She was the obvious leader of this group of werewolves. Her name was Tae.
"Alright, the coven has contacted us about the game, again they asked for one of us to be the mediator. Now this is a huge responsibility and could be the defining alliance of our pack with the covenant. The Gorito coven has been our ally for hundreds of years and we will not lose their trust. I met with their leader, Goro-san and we decided on the mediator." Tae spoke quickly, emphasizing each point with a finger.
Misou zoned out. Let's see, well the vampire coven always choses the eldest werewolves. She was one of the middle ages so she wouldn't be selected. It would probably go to Yumi, seeing as Shishio was one of the eldest sires and held a lot of sway over the others. Neither let their affair be hidden and no one cared anymore. After 1000 years, a forbidden affair isn't so forbidden anymore. Misou sighed dreamily, fantasies about a different vampire cycling through her mind. Aoshi. Now that was a dreamy vampire. He was perfect and strong. Misao decided that after 200 years she was officially obsessed.
"Makimachi Misou."
"huh?" She looked up, yep that was her name called.Tae laughed.
"Misao you much be more aware if you're to be the mediator."
"Me? Oh man the Mibu wolf must be slipping. He actually will allow me?" "Yes, the game begins tonight at your workplace. That was the main reason you were chosen, easy access. Here is the list of participants."
Misao looked it over and beamed. "Thank you, I won't fail!"