Cold Kiss

She stood there, staring off into the dark of night, staring at the stars as they glowed and as the moon made a glowing silhouette upon her garden outside. It was just starting to become the winter season again, cold and frozen.

Slowly, she opened the sliding door connected from her bedroom to outside. The blue haired heiress stepped softly upon the outside deck, clad in a white kimono with a deep red obi wrapped around her perfect waist. As she exhaled, she could clearly see her breath, since it was getting to be that time of year when the plants froze and the ground was covered in frost.

The young woman licked her cherry lipstick and remained gazing upon the night sky. She felt so trapped in a world that she didn't even belong in. The heiress of a king and queen, whom ruled the southern part of the Kyushu island of Japan. She wanted adventure, excitement, and definitely did not want to become the proper lady figure of an arranged marriage. Oh, too late! She was: to Prince Yamcha, whose family bloodline has ruled the Northern part of Kyushu for ages. A growl erupted from her throat as she remembered the conversation between her parents as they told her about the wedding.

"It's the best thing for you, dear. Yamcha is handsome, strong, and will be a perfect provider for you." Her mother chided.

"Especially since our kingdoms will combine and we will finally be in charge of the whole island of Kyushu." King Kinushu, her father, added.

Slowly, she let out a long and heavy sigh. Was it really the best for her? Her mother was right. Yamcha is handsome and would provide her with everything she could possibly need. But was it what she wanted? What did she want? Back to the issue about adventure. In her dreams, she wanted a strong samurai to sweep her off her feet when she is in trouble, riding off into the sunset.

"Forget it! It's never going to happen! Get that through your head." She solemnly said quietly to herself. "You need to grow up and stop living in fairy tales."

After finally giving into the war within herself, the young lady made her way back into her room quietly and climbed into her warm, comfy bed, falling into a world of endless adventure and the mystery samurai who would some day save her from this prison.

A sudden noise in the distant disturbed the deep sleeper from his slumber. Quickly, he grabbed the sword lying beside him. He leapt to his feet; his eyes scanning the dark area for a sudden movement while his ears began searching for any noise indicating the owner of the sound. After what seemed like hours, the lonely wanderer put down his sword and attempted to return to his sleep.

The crisp cold however had kept him from achieving this task. After trying to get back to sleep for some time, he decided his efforts were fruitless and he immediately ceased. Slowly, he sat up, rubbing his thinly clothed arms and cupped his hand together by his mouth, blowing warm air upon them, trying to keep them from going numb. While he was trying to warm his body up, he looked around and absorbed his surroundings.

It appeared to be a field, basically in the middle of nowhere. Hardly any trees were present but in the distant he could just barely hear the crash of waves. Putting his hands down by his sides, supporting himself, he just now noticed how frozen the ground was. Great, just what he needs, winter to set in. That came quicker than he thought.

Looking up at the crisp night sky, the moon and the stars were the only light that provided his eyes to see. He began to think about his life. What was the purpose? What exactly was he here to accomplish? He is officially the loneliest person in the universe and wandering around creation by himself isn't helping. He sighed as he gave in thinking that if he had a family, had a home, a village, anything to go back to, he wouldn't be on the run from the world. But he doesn't have any of those things. He has no one. Not even parents. Well, if he did, he has no clue where they are. He has no memories of them but only vague images. He doesn't even remember knowing them. They disappeared when he was only a babe.

Suddenly, a snort to his left startled him from his thoughts. He looked over to find his black stallion had too awoken from his sleep. A grin spread across his face as he got to feet and walked over to his only family in the world. The young man patted the horse's black fur.

"You know, I don't need anyone else. I'm fine just like this." The black haired man whispered to his companion. After saying it, he wanted to take it back. Actually, no, he wasn't fine like this. He needed another human being by his side. A woman who would care and comfort him. Like the one in his dreams. Fuck all this wandering shit, he wanted to just relax, marry someone rich, and spend the rest of his life in luxury.

After a while of standing next to his stallion, his eyes began to become drowsy and his sleepy side decided to kick in. Sliding down the tree that he was leaning on, he sat upon the frozen ground not caring anymore. His eyelids became heavy and slowly the faint light of the stars and moon dimmed out into nothing. Then, appeared the young and beautiful woman of his dreams.

What did you think? Don't like it? Let me know! I can take criticism. Also, this was kind of a spur of the moment thing so if the text is kind of weird, it'll be better in the next chapters.

Oh, about Fayt, I will continue to work on it and I'm sorry that I wasn't able to get the chapter that I promised up. My computer has been down for awhile so hopefully before the holidays start, I will be updated!

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