Authors Notes: I do not own Saiyuki or it affiliates, Now that we got the players let the games begin! I hope you all like it!! R&R Sorry for my laps in time....My mom got the sample version of Word and it ran out. Do you know how it feels to have really cool stories and not being able to touch them? Also you guys remind me never to do a One Piece one shot again. I can still feel the burns from all the flames. (Sniffles) You Saiyuki fans are the only ones who truly understand me....
Level 4
Puffs of smoke are expelled into the night air adding to the pollution. Her 'date' for the night is late. There are a lot of things that piss her off and tardiness is on the top twenty. This was the right place, and she got the correct time. She checked her watch. Yep, s/he is definitely late, two hours late! Damnit Heavinseyes! She takes out another cigarette and puffs away.
A black car drives up and the window on the passenger side rolls down. "Hey baby, lookin' fo' a ride?"
"Piss off loser."
"Com' on..."
"No."
"What do you mean 'no'?"
"I 'mean' no way in hell, does that make that better?"
With that the car was gone. She's alone, again. She flops herself on a nearby bench and sucks at her cancer stick angrily. How dare s/he, WATEVER, stand HER up like this!! Its dark its cold and thirty guys came up to her thinking she was a hooker. You know what, forget this. She stands up and makes an attempt to leave.
"Yo, Midnightsun?" A motorcycle pulls over onto the sidewalk. The rider lifts his visor exposing golden eyes.
She turns her head. Surprisingly the eyes look familiar, but she's not shore where she'd seen them before.
The rider hesitates before they answer, seemingly more surprised than her. The rider diverts his eyes back to the bike and slides down the visor. "Get on, we gotta go meet up with the others.... Midnightsun?"
WACK!!
"What the hell was that for!?"
She looms over him with a paper fan. Her stare becomes icy. "Your late..."
To be continued...