Wow! I have reviews, I'm excited now…^_^ I didn't think that anyone would reply, but you did. What am I going to do now? Taps her head Ah yes, write another chapter.

Raining In Heaven

The streets of Fanelia were always busy early in the mornings, leaving little space for anyone to even breath, let alone run in. This was just perfect for Hitomi, for she didn't feel the need to be rushed about on a hot day. Flies swarmed the helpless horses as they pulled carts full of goods, which were to be sold at today's market. Vendors yelled cheap prices, in hopes that some unfortunate soul would take the spoiled food off their hands. Children's voices and laughs could be heard over the constant murmur of the hostile crowds, cooing at the beautiful and exotic birds that squawked at no one in particular. People were coated in sweat, and already showing signs of fatigue; yes, it was going to be a hot day. 

This was life, and everyone who lived in the city knew that it was just perfect; except for Hitomi, she thought it was disgusting. She wrinkled her nose at the foul smells that hit her nostrils, and tried not to scowl at the dirty people that dared touch her precious cloak. Hitomi quickly looked down at her prized green cloak, having just thought of it, and inspected it thoroughly for any kind of grime. To her surprise, nothing marred the perfect material.

She pulled the hood over her head once more, trying to shut out the world that seemed to be piling high on nothing but shit. Even though it was hot outside, she would have rather died from heat exhaustion, then to look them all in the face. She felt pity for them all; she had lived that life once, always scrapping for food, and never having anyone to take care of her. However, life had changed for her, she was an assassin for Zaibach; so she had better start acting like one.

Hitomi started to think of about her next assignment, thinking about what kind of toture she could use when the time would be right. She would be having the king screaming alliance to Zaibach before too long, that would make him look pitiful now wouldn't it? This thought brought a smile upon her face, making her look innocent and angelic; those things were never used in the same sentence as an assassin, especially her.

Visions of fire and branding were going through her mind, before she was suddenly jostled by a massive, muscular form. Before she knew it, she was on her butt, covered from head to toe in mud and filth. Her hood had come down from her head, revealing her limp, braided hair, and her alabaster face. 

Hitomi glared up at the bastard who had dared walked into her, "can't you watch where you are going? What kind of bastard walks into people?" The man never answered her, but rather looked at her with curiosity in his dark, red eyes. She dismissed his handsomeness, and spoke with ice dripping from her every word, "can't you see people are trying to walk?" Her temper was pulling on the short chain, until it seemed that it would break it into pieces. She was not known to be very courteous, nor patient to anyone who she came across. This was one of those times.

The man slowly shook his head, as if to relieve himself from the dreaming state he had just been in. A bright, lop-sided grin spread across his face, reaching to his eyes, making them light up. He offered a hand to the fallen girl, "I'm truly sorry, I was in a hurry." His red eyes trailed down her body, taking in all that the small girl had to offer. 

Hitomi didn't know whether to except his apology, or to gut him for the way he was looking at her. His eyes seemed to penetrate right through her overly big cloak, making her feel naked and vulnerable; she didn't like any of those sensations at all. She glared at him with feminine disdain, and pushed his hand away. "I don't need your help." She quickly got to her feet, and pushed the tendrils that had escaped from her braid away from her face. With one last look of hatred, she turned away from the annoying man, never giving him another sideways glance.

"Can't I at least know your name? My name is Va…Yusha" a voice called behind her, surprising pleading. He didn't know why he didn't tell her his real name, but he felt uneasy, with those green eyes slowly roaming over him.

Hitomi didn't know what came over her, but she felt a slight pull from his voice that made her stop dead in her tracks. She turned slowly, finally taking in his whole appearance. From what she could see, he was not a lonely peasant or farmer, but rather a royalty of the court. This thought intrigued her to no end. He wore blue and gold armor, that held the Fanelian crest right above his stomach, and he had a richly made, velvet cape, that always seemed to billow behind him. His hands were covered in black, velvet riding gloves, that looked almost too fragile to hold up to anything, let alone riding. Hitomi's eyes quirked, he had a nice body, she had to give him that, but his attitude was less them attractive.

A low, baritone voice broke through her trance, making her jolt with surprise, and embarrassment. "Did you find something you like?" His playful tone irritated her and seemed to brush her the wrong way. This only made her want to take her dagger from her boot, and then end his pitiful life for him.

Hiomi pressed her lips together in a fine line, and bit her tongue, in order to hold her temper in check. "No! All I see is a small boy on the brink of becoming an even smaller man!" Maybe she hadn't tried hard enough.

Yusha's eyes suddenly turned hot with anger, and then flashed with coldness, "Hey, what's with the attitude? I just wanted to know your name, so I could apologize."

"Well, you can stick that apology right up your ass!" Hitomi did the most childish thing she could think of; she stuck her tongue out at him, and then whirled around, thoroughly pissed at the arrogant man.

But, before she could get out of his speaking distance, she heard him shout at her, with laughter in his voice; "it's nice to meet you too! I hope to see you again sometime, Green eyes."

Hitomi didn't give him the luxury of turning around, and yelling at him. Instead, she thought of all the wicked things she would do to him when they did meet again. That finally put a smile on her face.

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Van Fanel couldn't help but stare after the girl, who had literally just bumped into his life. Green eyes stomped away into the crowd, probably cursing for having ever crossed paths with him. This brought a fleeting smile to his face. She had the most amazing green eyes he had ever seen, and yet, she had the attitude of a prune. Oh, the Gods were evil in their ways. Her clothes didn't speak of riches, yet her attitude was cold just like all the other maidens in his court. Maybe, she was a rebellious royal. Ah, that would explain her temper. Silken, corn colored hair fell in those eyes; he had wanted to reach up and just push the strands aside, but had feared for his hand. She was defiantly a puzzle, but she would have been worth solving.

Van rubbed his eyes, and berated himself for having ever thought of such a thing. "What's wrong with you Fanel? You don't even know the poor thing, and yet you want to do something to her! Gods, you need to get a hold of yourself."

Van sighed loudly, and continued his way towards the council meeting, fully thinking of nothing but a little green-eyed demon.

Another chapter, finished! ^_^ I hope it's not as boring as I'm making it out to be. Action will come later…I promise.