Disclaimer: Don't own it; all I own are the rights to your soul…and a really bitchin mug.
Authors Notes: Been a while I guess, huh? Well here's the long in coming chapter two. As for the reasons of me not being here, well, just been tired as of late.
The Eyes
Chapter Two: Odd Rain
The rain was coming down, hard on the Shinjuku area of Tokyo, Japan. Down in torrents, down to wash away everything and keep those who enjoyed the warmth indoors. Traffic which of course was always a problem with big cities was now made hundreds of times worse with the addition of a little liquid. Though, to one who practiced the long underrated act of walking, traffic was...still a bitch as many people also had the bright idea to walk that day.
Despite having an umbrella like just about every other person on the side walk, this one discussed could not be more different. Besides not being Asian and being almost a head taller than everyone, this man was dressed in all white. Possibly a symbol of purity? Perhaps, as the suit had managed to stay spotlessly clean from the wet winds and mud splashes so characteristic of a rainy day. It was a suit, but a casual one, open chest revealing a black undershirt and necklace.
Making his way from the crowds to a secluded allay next to a flower shop, the man in white propped his umbrella in the crook of his arm. This allowed him to take out his "Desert Love" lighter and a nice cancer stick. With a flick and a shift, the white strip of death was between lips.
"He's guilty of the highest crime a man can commit…" one puff, smoke in the air. "You have both sides pissed at you, above and below!" two puffs, more smoke cascaded and co-mingling with the liquid in the air. "You or not, something is about to happen. Something the books have been saying but most idiots in practice can't see." Another puff, more smoke. Before he knew it, the man had burnt his cigarette down to a stub. Reaching into his inner breast pocket, he brought out another sin stick and torched it. "The above is pissed because you've essentially called Him out and actually have the stones to back it…and the below is pissed because you stand to pull off what ol' reds' been trying to do for eons." He kept smoking, kept puffing and kept breathing the smoked air into the equally smog filled air of Tokyo. Raising his left arm, the thoughtful smoker took a look at his watch, realized he was late, and stubbed his cigarette to keep moving.
With a hand and a press, the man was now safely under the umbrella again. Safe from the rain and safe to continue walking towards the tourist trap district on his mind.
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The atmosphere at Hinata House had been odd for the last few days. One would expect a sullen, somber, basically depressed mood as news of the houses resident party girl Mitsune "Kitsune" Konno being physically attacked spread but that was not the case.
"I'm telling you Motoko, I'm fine, you don't have to fret over me like that." The sake lover said with a sigh towards the younger swordswoman. Apparently the kendoist had been trying to convince Kitsune to let her be trained.
"…I simply feel you should know how to properly defend yourself Mitsune-San." Motoko stated, a little surprised that her offer had not only been turned down, but repeatedly turned down at that. Kitsune waved her off with a grin, odd as her face still had a few bandages on it.
"It's no big thing, I mean, I'm here and okay, right? I'll just be more careful next time that's all." Motoko, realizing that forcing her point of view down Kitsunes' throat would more than likely defeat the purpose of the training, acquiesced.
"If you say so Mitsune-San." Kitsune smiled at this and walked away towards the balcony with a slightly confused Motoko staring on. Motoko was far from being the only one confused however, Kitsunes' cheerful mood and aloof ness to her assault had caused a strange reaction in the house. At first, as was their nature, Narusegawa Naru and Motoko had wanted to storm the greater mass of Japan and castrate any and all creatures with the ability to pee standing up, but a giggle and a wave from Kitsune had stopped them.
"Kitsune, how can you be taking this so well? You were violated by a bunch of disgusting sickos!"
"Yes, I must agree with Narusegawa-San, immediate action must be taken against any and all things mal-"Motoko and Narus' joint tirade was cut off (pardon the pun) by the victim.
"I was saved by a man." This froze both Naru and Motoko, bringing cold rebuttal to their ignorance.
"Wha! Who? Seta…Keitaro?" Kitsune looked at her best friend of many years with a 'are you serious?' look and then realized that Motoko had the same look.
"No…not Keitaro or Seta. Another man, I just…don't really remember much."
"What a lie, I don't remember anything at all." The fox girl mumbled to herself while propping her elbows up on the wood planks of the balcony. Wondering for a moment why everything had happened the way it did. Rather than do any life evaluating or anything like that she just wondered why everyone in the house was acting so weird, even if she was too, she hadn't even drunk any liquor in the past few days
"I guess it is kind of off. To be so chipper like I am…after what happened…" she thought to herself, though she could have sworn the thought was mumbled too. Kitsune thought for awhile, staring out into the rain and gray skies reflecting how the serene drumming of the drops matched the processes going on in her head at the moment. Thinking for a moment or two more, Kitsune was brought out of her head by the knocking of the main door.
On instinct, Kitsune walked a step, but then remembering her face was not exactly in a guest welcoming state, stopped to let someone else answer it. Moments turned to minutes, and Kitsune was about to sit down only to hear a scream. Forgetting her appearance, the fox ran towards the door, quickly being joined by the other residents. What they found was Naru standing in shock with a more sullen then usual Haruka standing behind a guest in a nice white suit.
"Naru, Haruka what's going on, who is this?" the landlord Keitaro asked, a bit put off by the fact he had been interrupted from one of the rare times he could actually clean some of the bathrooms.
"Th-th-this man wants to…want to…" Naru stuttered.
"Wants to what? Does Oni-Chan have another suitor, a male one now?" Kanako Urashima asked with a frustrated sigh, slightly missing the point.
"This man…wants to buy the Annex." Haruka said flatly, the rising anger evident in her monotone however. Realizing he now had more enemies than friends in this particular house right now, the man simply smirked from beneath white and black sunglasses.
"My name is Isaac Israel, nice to meet all of you."
To Be Continued
First off, I'm sorry for the severe lateness to this chapter. All I can really say is that school, along with work, along with my own frustrations kept me from posting. I'll do my best to be a little less sporadic with the updates from here on. Now, on to the reviews:
FomoriCompletion: Thank you for taking the time to read both this story and my last story. Also, thank you for your kind words about this one, but as for what you said about me ending the last story, let me put it this way: It was becoming a pain, a real mental push just to post new chapters to that story. Not really a good excuse I know, but I have a feeling you would not have liked the ending I would have given to a story I hated to write. On the plus side, there's a little reference to my past story with the new guys name.
Samurai Demon-God Sekikage: Hey, thanks for reading the story and thanks for the suggestion regarding Keitaro. If you keep reading, I have a feeling you'll like where take things in terms of the resident landlord.
Well folks, it's been a while but I am indeed back! Now, time for bed. I'll see you all when I see you.
