Chapter 6
Could it Be?
What's good wit chall? Thanks for the review that I just received. It motivated me to write this chapter :)
Vocab: Edo: Edo is now called Tokyo, but it was called Edo in fuedal times. It was, and still is a major city.
The shadows could not contain the black SLK, moonlight reflecting off of the sleek and polished vehicle. The owner of the car was either very clean, or very neurotic. Either way it made for a comfortable ride. Speeding through traffic wasn't Christie's intention, but she did it well. Soon, the surrounding drivers ensued with the beeping and yelling. Christie's heartbeat was steadily rising, climaxing at the top of her throat. Her anger slowly simmered to its boiling point and she reached for her already cocked pistol. Ayane grabbed her hand, looking deep into her eyes as to say, "It's not worth it." Christie sighed wishing for bloodshed. Wind sifting through her hair and gently caressing her eyelids, Ayane nearly fell into slumber. Ayane felt no makings of trust forming between her and the assassin. She decided to stay wide awake so she wouldn't wake to find a knife plunged into her heart. Soon thereafter, Christie led them into a Sunoco, parking like molasses.
"What the hell did you stop for, the tank's full." Ayane gestured to the bright green meter.
"I guess you've never had airline food," she smirked as she turned her back to Ayane. Ayane had to admit, airline food never graced her tongue. She was always trying to sneak into a plane instead of resting in one.
She has a lot of nerve. I could've thrown a knife at her back.
She did revere Christie's confidence in her thoughLying down, she collapsed into sleep.
"Oh fuck, I can never just sleep!" Starting somewhere down the road was a thunderous noise. Police sirens shattered and pierced the silence constructed seemingly of glass. A feeling of sheer dread enveloped her when the cop drew ever closer. Her heart, beating like mad nearly leapt from her chest, and she closed her eyes. Feigning sleep, however old, was an efficient ninja tactic. Her heart slowed, barely thumping in its rhythmic way. Holding her mouth agape she concealed her purpose. She could hear the opening of the cop door. Slam! It closed shut. Boots clacked upon the hard cement heightening her awareness to the dangers lurking behind her. Her senses sharpened and very heaving breathing came, from above the car. It stopped; she had guessed this police officer was some kind of pervert for his breathing got quicker as he stood over her. Finally, he started walking toward the store.
Christie, hurry up!
Ayane could feign slumber no longer. She pretended to yawn, and open her eyes to see Christie walking toward the car.
She got inside. "It looks like someone's just told you that you were pregnant."
Ayane peered over in disgust, "Well, I just went through fucking labor if I was."
Giggling, Chrstie went out onto the road. Although people were hot on their trail, Ayane felt at peace for the first time in a very long time. Maybe it was just-it couldn't be- or perhaps it was the stars overlapped by silver clouds and a bright red moon. It could've been that serene wind combing through her hair. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant feeling. She hadn't felt calm in the longest time. Genra's death created a deep cloud that silently hovered over her head. It still didn't sink in that he was gone. Honestly after his death she believed she'd never be happy again. Relaxing, to her, was the equivalent of forgetting Genra and she didn't want that. However, in this tiny convertible she was finding peace. Maybe she was finding happiness, but it would be short lived. They were soon at the airport, and Ayane could notice how tight the security was. No doubt Ayane could easily get through. They paid their toll, parked their car and immediately proceeded to the front desk so they could fly. Ayane packed several kunai encased in five layers of cloth and other materials. Christie grabbed her bags and Ayane followed suit as they walked into the airplane lobby. Even in some jeans and a T-Shirt they both caught tons of eyes. Men, women and children all gawked in awe as they proceeded to the front desk.
"What the hell are they looking at?" whispered Christie.
"Stop being such a bitch. At least we're getting looked at." Christie rolled her eyes in disgust and they continued. They stopped at the front desk.
A tiny, frail little woman stood clicking her spider-like fingers at the computer. Not once had she looked up, never noticing Christie's presence. This little woman had not once taken any noticeable effort to look at either woman. Christie had to tap her nails on the front desk for the woman to notice at long last.
"Two for Edo, Japan please. We'd prefer any plane that's departing soon." Christie spoke in mild tones for she had already become aggravated.
The woman simply huffed, "One moment please," as her fingers typed like clockwork.
"Alright, if you would produce your credit card Ms…."
"Tara Audley." Ayane peered over her shoulder at Christie, liking the name Christie had given herself. She had assumed that Christie had no alias, but she ended up cursing herself because she should've known better. What kind of ninja or spy, or professional for that matter didn't have an alias?
Christie handed the woman a gleaming card, and the desk clerk slipped it through a machine.
"Thank you Ms. Audley. Your plane will be arriving shortly."
To say thank you would simply irritate Christie. She turned her heels the other way,repulsed by the woman.
What Ayane feared soon appeared. Metal detectors lined the next couple of feet ahead of her. BEEP! The sounds lingered in her mind. She feared for the worst. Christie came up first and placed her bag on the belt. Dropping a lipstick, she bent over to pick it up. However slight it was, Ayane could notice a small flick of Christie's wrist. A gun flew under a space between the belt machine and the floor. She stepped to the other side of the belt and picked the gun up slowly and meticulously.
You sly bitch. Ayane could only laugh.
As they sat in the terminal, a hum reverberated throughout the walls and glass. The plane soon arrived like a metallic angel descending from the heavens. They both stepped to the door that led to the plane. An alarm sent itself off.
Dammit. I hope Christie has this under control.
An old, perverted looking man soon stepped up to them. Wrinkles stained his face, and his eyes crinkled in delight as these two beautiful, young women stepped up.
"Hehe, let's see what we've got here."
Ayane could feel his slimy fingers running up her spine. She couldn't help but feel a cold chill rushing through her veins. She soon began to notice his fingers reaching the hilt of a knife she had in her pocket. Heart beating, mildy at first then faster as he gripped it tighter, she clenched up ready to run. He just stopped and let go. "I see what kind of stuff you are into young lady," he cackledin twistedFrench tones. "Go on through." He laughed once again and Ayane stepped in. He did the same for Christie. Christie seemed equally disgusted.Ayane felt compelled to throw a knife right into his heart; however, she just continued.
They got on the plane and landed in Edo just as quickly as they got in, it seemed. However short the plane ride, it was surprisingly peaceful. High above the pain and suffering and mortal agony Ayane was. Ayane, lighthearted and free, slept easily on the flying contraption. The plane slowly dropped to five-hundred feet, one-hundred feet, fifty feet, until they reached the earth. The plane unloaded, and Ayane and Christie wore soon shoved back into the calamity that was the world. The streets were humming with life. Cars breathed hazy fog into the air as everyone walked right through it. Pale women and men clad in stiff, charcoal suits weaved and meandered throughout the streets of Edo. Ayane could honestly have done without it.Christie hailed a taxi - it wasn't hard, considering that she had white hair- and they were soon at a hotel. They booked a room and Christie flipped open a laptop, throwing it upon a table.
"Let's get started," she announced with deadly coldness.