Retribution
She sat against the wooden frame, with the soft midnight silk of her long hair in her hand. The night was beautiful, with the chilly wind giving her a feeling of rebirth, after the night she'd just had. As fresh as she felt, the amber eyes betrayed her weariness as she gazed upon the stars. It was unfair how the torrents of misfortune never seemed to touch them, even if they were miles above the earth. Unfair.
She sighed and pulled her yukata tighter to her petite frame, closing her eyes to mull on the earlier events. His beautiful red hair to rival her own, in the candlelight…
-How can a murderer be so discreet with red hair? He sticks out like a sore thumb if only because of that.-
The amber eyes boring into her façade, almost as if he could read her every heart's wish and need…..
-Amber eyes, like me. Amber marks you for what you are, evil at its best.-
And that smile….
-The true smile of a killer.-
But you're just like any man, dress a girl up in a kimono, make her smile and bat her eyes and you become nothing more than her plaything. Ordinary. Weak.
The anger constricted her throat, and her palms gripped the floorboards, knuckles and fingernails white. She'd make him pay. She'd make him suffer for all the lives he ruined. Her life. The top slid off her lap and landed with a soft thud at her feet, and the red silken ribbon twined around her calloused fingers, evidence of her suffering and proof of her status as the assassin stronger than the Battousai himself.
"Hey! Kamiya! Good work tonight! I bet you've got the Battousai cowering now, since he knows you're not afraid and won't hide in the shadows like he does!"
She smiled at the darkness, broken, weary and with silent oath as her fellow assassin's praise broke the still night.