So, I haven't written a chapter in we'll say eternity…isn't that something? I'll be surprised if anyone even reads this little chapter, but I finally have had the time, and inspiration to start writing again. Fancy that, eh? Well without further ado…chapter five.
Raining in Heaven
Chapter Five
Summer mornings were always the worst in Fanelia; people crowded around the marketplace, buying, selling, and stealing anything they could get their hands on so their families wouldn't starve for another day. Of course not many villagers had the money to afford food, so they did the latter of the three; stealing, pilfering, borrowing, it was all the same to the guards. If you were caught stealing, you were immediately thrown in prison for a minimum of three days, and then tried in front of the royal courts.
Everyone that was tried in front of the royal courts were found guilty; everyone knew what that meant…death. Most of the convicted thieves were children who had no parents to speak of, and were trying to feed two or three younger siblings. A typical day in the life of a peasant. It was yet another reason why Hitomi hated Fanelia with all her black little heart, and yet another reason for her to torture the ever annoying, but absent king. Even though she was a feared assassin, she still had a soft spot for children. They always had a twinkle in their eyes when she looked at them, and it always made her think of herself when she was that young. She couldn't help but feel a bit protective of them when she saw one. Shaking her head to rid herself of the haunting past, she looked around trying to find the overly stuffed king of Fanelia.
Hitomi wondered aloud to herself, "Where the hell could the little pig be? Isn't he supposed to make regular visits to the marketplace to show his ever loyal, but starving subjects that their tax money is being spent on his fine wardrobe?"
Hitomi made one of her famous smirks, and imagined the great King of Fanelia as a fat, short, sweaty, old pig, with the manners of a fish. Oh how she would love to see him squirm with pain in one of his tailored silken or velvet shirts and satin pants. That was the only thing that kept her from downright leaving the backwater country they called Fanelia. If she had her way, she would have left the day she arrived, and never looked back again, but something kept her here. It was the call of a kill. The sweet blood that would soon fall, and the groan of a dying man. That was all that kept her there, and that was all she needed. Shaking her head out of her pleasant visions, Hitomi began to notice that the square was beginning to fill up with more people.
She growled in frustration, and turned around in the ever-growing throng of people, trying to see if she could find an opening in the massive pile of human flesh. Narrowed green eyes scanned over the sea of people, trying to find an opening, anything that could serve as an escape route. Finally, with great fortune, she managed to make it to one of the many alleys that littered the bustling city.
The darkened alleyway was not exactly Hitomi's first choice, but it was better than the heat and smells of dozens or so Fanelians brushing up against her beautiful, freshly cleaned cloak. Hitomi's nostrils flared in agitation, I wouldn't have had to clean it if that bastard hadn't run into me. Her once dull, lifeless, light green eyes turned ice cold when she thought of the pompous royal. Hitomi snorted with distaste, Oh what I wouldn't do to just have a few minutes alone with him, and then I could show him exactly how not to stare at a woman.
She was still thinking of burning and carnage when she came across him again, only this time, it wasn't in the busy streets of Fanelia but rather on a hill overlooking the city. He was no longer wearing his royal clothing, but rather scarred, brown boots, tan work pants, and an oversized, green shirt. Beside him stood a brilliant black horse, which was leisurely eating the freshly growing grass, and completely ignoring his owner. Hitomi stood her ground at the base of the alley looking at him with growing curiosity. She didn't like the fact he was always standing in between her and the place she wanted to go. Not to mention that he was always seemed to be there when she didn't want him to be. Every time she was just starting to think of blood and destruction he would show up and ruin her mood. Well he wasn't going to be doing that anymore, not if Hitomi had anything to do with it.
Taking a deep breath and stiffening her shoulders again, Hitomi trudged forward in hopes of some how making the most of their meeting. Maybe she would just cut him and get it over with.
A/N: This is the chapter everyone has been waiting for, but I don't think it's very good. Hopefully somebody is still out there that wants to read it. I'm sorry that I haven't written in forever, but college is brutal. Enjoy guys!