Drowning in tear's of blood ch 3
I stood on the stage dressed as a Geiko, it was the closing to our cultural day and I was about to dance for the audience. Camera crew's and newspaper photographer's gathered around the front to catch this while the audience gathered around either sitting on chair's or standing anywhere they could see. I bowed and began my dance. The fan's I held in either hand flittered about to suggest a butterfly then changed to that of a stream. It might not have been the liveliest dance one had ever seen but the gentle precision of each of the movement's left the crowd in awe of the beauty of my mastery. The music finished and I bowed again to applause. I walked up to the microphone.
"Thank you everyone for coming." I said as the applause quietened. I opened my arms. "And thank you all for making this event possible. As sad as it makes me the event is now drawing to a close. But look sharp, we hope we have filled your head's with knowledge you never knew existed. I would like to thank everyone who helped organise this. And of course the school itself for allowing us to have it. Never would we have expected it to get so big." I took a deep breath and introduced the next performance and then each speaker till the end. It was your average closing ceremony until the end as I officially called it closed I raised my hand's to the dark sky, the sunset just finishing behind me and the firework's went off. Our send of in more ways than one. Tomorrow our group was off to Japan. One year. It was going to be a bit of a job swap with the other guardian's from Kyoto coming over here, but it was a break from the scene we would always have to guard. As said guardians were chained to their homes and the beckons' of a breaching creature, angelic or demonic it didn't matter. We mostly had to keep an eye out for the demonic side of thing's here, most 'heavenly' breaches happened in the other hemisphere. Not that it made a difference. Although most of our enemy's were but ugly or drop dead gorgeous. Either way it didn't matter they were all deadly. I stepped off the stage and headed over to the group of helper's to help with the pack up as people started to leave. Or grab leftovers from stalls.
It was getting near 9:00 when we finished packing thing's up and headed home. We had made 9,000 dollar's in profit, which surprised even me and I worked out how much each of the group would get – about 200 dollar's set aside for the helper's. This event had been put together as a fundraiser for us in the first place. Placed the money into several pouches and slipped and handed them to my friend's telling them to get there parent's to put it in there account's so they could access it via credit card.
5:00 the next morning I woke and finished preparations for my year away. Leaving a note on my desk about a few things I took my 2 duffel bag and satchel and left. 'Another adventure.' I mused quietly as I walked out the front door.