On a cool summer evening, a man stood slouched against a wall, patiently waiting, while taking a puff of his cigarette, in the darkening alleyway. He lifted his wrist, casting a glance at his watch. Damn, he thought, is this guy ever gonna show? It was 7:50, twenty minutes past the agreed meeting time, and he was about ready to leave, when he heard the click-clack of the slow moving paces of a dark silhouetted man.
"Sorry I'm late, I had some…business took take care of. Do you have it?"
The man who was slouched against the wall, stood straight and threw his cigarette to the ground, and stamped it out. "Yeah, do you have the money?" upon closer inspection, the man had dirty blonde hair and looked to be a 5 foot 9 20 year old. His face held big green orbs and thin lips.
Instead of a reply, the other man pulled a bulging green bundle out of his pocket. This man looked to be about 30 but/ his real age was 43, and he had very sharp features and long dark brown hair with the darkest crimson eyes that held a wild and deadly cast. Like he could do anything at any moment, but if you ever had the unfortunate accident of glancing into them, you would have the feeling of total fear, the kind when you are frozen into shock and you would have chills for the rest of your life by the sheer memory of them. This man was taller than the dirty blonde hared man, by about 3 to 4 inches.
The other man's green orbs bulged to about the size of the bundle. Then, after gazing at the money he reached down pulled out a small, black booklet, and said, "Let's trade."
The men stepped towards each other and switched. The brown hared man unzipped the black case and gazed at the contents. There was a syringe inside with a clear glass bottle that held a blue liquid. The green eyed man was just counting his money.
Then the brown hared man turned to leave, but not before saying, "Nice doing business with you, Brandon,"
"Same here, Naraku."