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Chap 2 up!
Knowledge is power
The cold silent night was a stark reminder to what had happened not too long ago. She had blood down her now slightly torn kimono and her traveling robe; to top it up the kimono was not hers and she had not escaped unhurt at all.
"I am back!" She called out as she slipped into the quiet tea house.
"Kaoru?" a woman said softly as she pushed up the curtain separating light from the nearby room from dark of the dinning area. She glanced at the black haired girl and sighed, "Kaoru…not another one…please…I can't aff-"
"It is ok Tae…please take it out of my pay…" Kaoru replied softly not wishing to add to her friend's worries, "I will bear Yuri-san's wrath."
Tae had been an excellent friend…more then anyone like her could have asked. Tae had taken her in from the streets, feed and sheltered her despite knowing what she is. In return she brought in the much difficult income which helped tide them over many trials. She moved pass Tae to return to her room when Tae tugged at her sleeve. "Kaoru…your wounds..."
"It is alright Tae… quite the normal really…I can handle them myself." She muttered with a small smile on her face. "The house keeper of the Nakamura said that payment would be sent in a weeks' time" and with that she left Tae standing by the curtain for the safety of solitude in her room.
"Don't forget next week's performance in the Watsuri house in Kyoto!" Tae called from outside her room and she made a sound of acknowledgment.
She carefully stripped not wishing for any more blood to be on the Kimono and more importantly for any piece of cloth to touch her already stinging flesh. Carefully she cleaned up the wounds with a piece of damp cloth which was always prepared in her room. She had grown accustomed to receiving wounds that she longed to have the ability of healing which all vampires and fairies have…strangely this little bit of DNA information never got passed to her. It really made her wonder about her mortality.
Several old wounds had reopened...she hadn't had the chance to properly heal them. When she was done tending to her wounds, she put on a sleeping yutaka (A/N: did I spell this correctly? . ) and pulled her hair out of the bun it had been for her performance before. She sat down before the mirror and sighed as she stared at her reflection.
Hair as dark as night itself…characteristic of Vampire royalty and yet eyes of rich innocent sapphire blue indicating fairy royalty combined with pinkish red lips and a pearly white complexion…what a whacked up person she is…
She shook her head free of the foolish ponders of what her life would be if she had not this weird blood mix churning in her and proceeded to blow off the candle she had lighted to tend to her wounds in hope of catching some amount of sleep.
The Battousai calmly shook off the blood staining his well crafted blade. There goes another squad. He thought. At this rate, it would be pretty soon that the war would be over simply because there is nothing left to kill…wait oh dear…people were things again.
It really couldn't be helped could it...foolish humans…fairies have not been doing a good job of keeping those things in place. Can't really blame them...ever since their little princess ran away with that Romeo prince of his, the finger pointing game just did not cease. The result, little humans running around trying to claim the world and vampires like him thriving. Ordinarily they would have just taken the weaker ones of the lot the strong ones… knew how to stay out of trouble and follow the absurd notion of fate which really was created by the fairies to keep them in line.
"Battousai- sama, Watsuri-sama wishes to speak to you…regarding the meeting next week in his hill top residence" a man spoke. When he spoke he shivered…frightened? Yes he was...more then anything. As the Battousai moved away from his spot he muttered to the man, "Inui…don't wet your self" and disappeared. "H-Hai"
The little meeting with his power generator…he could not wait…but he would not be the one sending his greetings. Tradition calls for a servant to send out greetings and if met with unpleasing response, only then does the master step out.
"Battousai! For the meeting next week, I really appreciate your idea of having that Koto player from Akebeko Tea House. Apparently Captain Fujiwara is a great fan of hers...he would come willingly" Watsuri said woth a cynical smile on his face. Ah…the beauty of intelligence...very much a double edge sword actually...but when used correctly a deathly weapon. "Now...how to convince that person so that he can not but accept our proposition" began Watsuri and the Battousai folded his legs to sit down beside his 'head'.
"Indeed how do I convince her...to out her in the position that she can not but accept my proposition?" he thought. He smiled inwardly when he found the answer…the only reason why someone would do crazy and foolish things for another.
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