She searched for anything she could use as a weapon. Found nothing.
'Damnit!" she cursed under her breath, moving further and further down the hallway. Her right hand reached open air, the hallway went in two seperate paths.
She stared down the right corridor, the endless rows of doors. then at the left corridor, empty of anything but a door at the far end.
Of course, she took the hallway with the many doors.
Racing along the hallway now, adrenaline causing her to speed up, she tried each of the doors, unsuccessfully.
She reached the end of the hallway, only one door left.
She tried to open it, and failed.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps at the beginning of the hallway alerted her to someone else's prescence.
She didn't stop to look, she kicked open the door, raced into the room. She found herself on the rooftop, looking down on the people passing in the street.
She had to be at least three stories up. "Damn." She cursed, climbing onto the ledge.
She saw a passing sky tram, counted the seconds as it approached, as the pounding on the door she had blocked behind her became louder, more incessant.
She lept onto the sky tram, barely catching the pole on the bottom. A dozen hands caught hold of her, pulling her up, up, into the safety of the cab.
Ignoring the puzzled passengers, she muttered a thanks and lept onto the next passing sky-car.
Thanking the rush-hour traffic, she hopped from vehicle to vehicle until she reached the Maine street Market.
Landing softly on the ground, she walked toward her small, one room apartment above her grandfather's old medicine shop.
When she walked in, she caught the startled stares of her grandparents. They knew what kind of work she did, and knew it often meant injuries that she couldn't explain.
Her grandmother reached for the bile and bandages while her grandfather went upstairs to get a shirt.
"Someone put a bounty on my head." She told her grandfather. "i'm going to get a hotel room somewhere for a few weeks, okay? i don't want you two getting hurt." She said, wincing as her grandmother applied salve to the deep cut on the back of her head.
"You need to go to the hospital, Kaouru." Her grandmother said, worry in her voice.
"I was in the hospital, then it got blown up." she said, sarcastically happy.
"You were at that horrible explosion! You know that they expect the battosai and your friend Zanza, right?" Her grandfather volunteered.
"It wasn't them, i assure you." she said picturing the fighter with a bomb. in her scenario, the idiot would blow himself up.
"You're patched up for now. You need to go to bed, Kaouru. This is pretty bad. Someone's going to have to change the bandages every hour, if it doesn't bleed through. You need to have someone watch you for the next two or three days. You have to stay here." Her grandmother said, grabbing her up. She led her up the stairs, toward Kaouru's apartment.
When her grandmother was finally gone, Kaouru snuck out of bed and over to the window. she pushed open the glass and crawled out onto the overpass, pushing the dizziness out of her mind.
Dropping to the ground, she forced several cars to sqweal to a stop. Racing across the street, she pulled the card out of her pocket and ran into the nearest shop.
Withdrawling a third of the money from her account, she stuffed the money into a pocket.
Grabbing a scarf off of the shelf, she paid for it and walked out.
Wrapping the scarf around her head, she concealed the bandages and her identity at the same time.
a pickpocket tried to grab her money and she knocked him onto his back. "Kuriko, You know better than that." She said, standing over the boy.
"Kaouru?" He asked, looking up at her.
Okay, i have to go. Sorry. I promise i will update faster. I'm sorry if i offended anyone, but you all know my plight from reading my other stories.
Sayonara.
