I've updated! Hope you like this, for those who have seen the movie, Daredevil, will enjoy this chapter and the next. For those who haven't seen it...SINNERS! GO AND RENT IT! THEN COME BACK AND READ IT! R&R! Tell me if you like it!
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Chapter Two
The boys walked to the cafe the following afternoon. Akira wasn't so happy, consitering he had to miss his favorate infomerchal, but the rest were in good moods.
Amy smiled when she saw the boys walk in. Amy called out to them from the counter, "Hi boys! Be with you in a minute!"
They slightly nodded to her and chose a table that could fit five that was by the large window. Akira sighed as he looked out of the glass to see a walking passed the small business. It ate him up inside, Keiko broke him and nothing could mend him.
Amy scooted over to the round table, "What could I get you?"
"Well-"
Nozomu was slapped in the back of the head. Amy growled, "Not on your life."
Misoka rolled his eyes at the woman's fool, "Amy if you don't mind I would like something sweet..."
"Sure," Amy perked. She looked at Mitsuru, he returned her with the answer and a slight glare, "Tea."
"And you, Akira?"
"Tea. Thanks." he answered not taking his eyes off of a tree that was planted outside by the door.
"I assume the same for you?" Amy snarled.
"Yes." Nozomu grinned.
Amy walked to the back to make their orders. At that time, Misoka took out a newspaper to see if anything was going wrong in the 'normal' world. After turning a few pages he saw a sketch of Akira in his werewolf form. Misoka swallowed, "Guys...I think we might have just gotten exposed."
"OH SHIT!" Mitsuru whispered to himself. Nozomu snickered and Akira's head whipped around to look at what hade the others intregued.
"Were there any witnesses?" Akira asked, trying to stay calm. I can't tell them that I am having visions of a maiden that is from my past, they would never believe me.
"No, it's only an illstration, Akira." Misoka assured him.
"God, I would hate to see this guy's theropy bills." Nozomu shook his head.
"It's only an urban myth about the were that everyone sees when someone dies." Akira covered.
Amy had walked back to the quartet with their drinks, "As I see it, if the alligators in the sewers are real, then so can this were be fact?"
"Amy," Akira calmly interjected before any of the other three could, "there are no alligators in the sewers."
"Yes, there are!"
"No, there aren't!"
"I have a friend that has seen one." Amy glared.
"So? Was he some bum off of the street?" Akira growled, "Look, Bigfoot has more witnesses; therefore they don't exist! HAH!"
Akira's ears popped out as he looked outside the looking glass once more and then to the door. Nozomu tried to follow where his friend was going. "What? What? Where? Where?" he asked quickly.
Akira's eyes never left the door. As a young maiden opened the door and stepped in. Her dark brown hair fell to the back of her knees, she was five feet tall, her percing emerald eyes searched for a place to sit. They momentarily fell upon Akira, but she walked over to the large couch and sat down. She drew out her book from the bag that was slung across her shoulders. She wore a green tank top that matched her eyes, jeans, and heeled black boots.
As she had glided past the small arrangement, Akira turned to Nozomu and asked, "Tell me the truth."
"The truth?" Nozomu asked. Akira nodded, Nozomu answered, "She hidious. I don't know if it's some mental birth defect or foot fungus, but as your elder in this matter I order you to take no ferther action."
Now as Nozomu was watching her go past them, Akira slipped mustard into his tea.
Akira stood and walked to the now empty counter that Amy was wiping down with a white rag.
"Amy?" Akira winked.
"What?" Amy stepped back.
"Do you still have all of the Daredevil props?"
Amy grinned evilly, "Yes, yes I do."
She stepped into the back and retreved a blind man's walking stick and the suglasses that Matt Murdock wore in the movie. Akira sat himself and walked back to the table with the rest of the lunar race.
"What are you doing?"
"Watch and learn," Akira smiled. He stood from the table and walked over to the goddess. He tapped her leg gently, "I'm sorry."
"No, your fine." she assured him, not taking her eyes from the page that was being read by her emeralds.
"I was just looking for some honey, could you help me out?" the smell of her perfume was intoxicating to him.
"Right in front of you." she sighed, a little annoyed.
"Could you be more a little more specific?" he asked.
She glared at him, clearly pissed off, "What are you-"
"Blind? Yeah."
She swallowed, "I am so sorry."
"It's alright." he grinned, but alas all good things must come to an end, for as Nozomu took a sip from his glass at this percise moment and spewed.
Her eyes became full of rage, "Friend of yours?"
Akira continued to grin, "You know I've never seen him before." Akira held out his hand to her, "Akira Yamabuki."
"Nice to meet you Akira Yamabuki." she shook his hand and glided to the door.
Akira turned to face her again, "Sorry, I don't believe I got your name."
The maiden turned back to him only to answer him, "I didn't give it." she walked out of the cafe head held high.
