'The Mysterious Stranger'
"I am going to spare you the boring details of Naraku's defeat," the woman said as she lounged languidly on the cushions before him. The young man was a scribe, amoung many in his village. He had a sturdy build though, from working the fields when he was younger. The village was a unique hub, the farmers prospered enough so that many of the men could pursue their own interests. In fact it was so that so many men became scribes that, in order for a traveller to stay at the inn for a night they had to surrender a story. It was so that they accepted anyone who came. Demons, monks, Half-Demons. As long as you had a story to tell you were welcome.
This lady he had learned originally had not come to spend a night at the inn but after some persuasion, she came. The woman had caught the man's eye for many reasons. She was lovely yes, that couldn't be denied. Yet there was also this power about her that he couldn't resist. Even as she was lounging about the room she had a feline grace about her. The cat like look was enchanced by her large cat like eyes. Though the color certainly wasn't anything he had ever seen on a feline.
"Needless to say I was once of Naraku, and now with his death has left me freed of him,"she continued in a curiously flamboyant yet business like tone.
"Of him you say? Were you his child?"The scribe asked not completely sure of what she meant.
"No, I was originally free and then became part of him," she explained pouting out her lower lip, as if this were a subject she'd rather be long gone from.
"I take it this was a demon of sorts, and you were--a slave?"He guessed, it seemed the more he talked to this woman the more baffled he became.
"A demon is too polite a term for that fiend, and a slave could be able to flee from their master," She answered bitterly,"I couldn't, not for lack of trying either."
A draft blew through the room as she paused, that gently shook the feather ornaments in her hair. "I could have fled sooner if only that demon..."she stopped for a while as if she was about to reveal something she shouldn't have.
He had seen that look before and knew that it would be better to let her find a fresh topic. However much it would drive him crazy later. The way she said that was almost dreamy, it was such a change from how she had talked until now.
She then seemed to switch back into the bravado she was in before,"that infuriating demon with the cold eyes and even colder disposition, he could easily have tken Naraku down,"she added on an angry note.
For a moment there the scribe had came to the impression that in some way the person before him was attracted to this mysterious demon. And despite the mood swing he still figured he might be correct, but he wasn't going to say anything of it. He finished inking the last character he wrote and let it dry.
In the brief time they sat she seemed to have come to a decision about something. She adjusted her outer kimono that had shifted slightly. Hiding the blue and yellow one she had under it again. "I have no real story to tell that you can't get from anyone else, now I have things to do," She stood up then started out of the room. "For all the time I can remember I have been following orders from someone, to be free now feels strange, when I was enslaved it seemed like I had a purpose, but now I am not sure what to do with myself, I really don't have much more to say to the likes of you," she said belittling the scribe but he didn't seem to mind.
She swung open the doors that lead outside and pulled a feather out,"except...Farewell!" she said as the feather grew larger and a great wind seemed too blow out from nowhere as she sat on it.
End Story
I have another short story coming up that is a longer one, it'll be good... I was listening to the Buffy The Vampire Slayer soundtrack when I was writing this. I had gotten an idea for a story while writing this, not a short one, has anyone else wondered if there was more than one Wind Sorceress? Anyway please r&r, thank you!