I can't believe how many views I am getting :) this was a spur of the moment fic and practically one of my first (I wrote a sexy teen titans fic and failed miserably!)
So this chapter me and my beta debated on, she felt it was out of left field but I feel I left enough subtle warning for something to occur so let me know what you think :)
I do apologize this is a short chapter but I am almost done with ch 10, I am a stay at home mom with a 9 moth old, he is having some troubles so that is why I have taken forever to post but hopefully I can start getting back to posting a chapter every two weeks at least
I don't Own Snow White with the Red Hair :)
Ch 9: Webs that unravels
Rain pelted the rooftops with its harsh lullaby, rivets of water flowing like thick tendrils. Thick pools flooded the cobblestone walkways and drowned the dirt paths into a muddy sludge, the dark sky pulsed with lightning; flashing through the sky like a heartbeat with its swollen grey clouds weeping thick tears. The denizens huddled in their homes coaxing fires to life as smells of stew and meat mingled upon the wind, braver folk that cowered beneath thick cloaks and makeshift hoods to clamor down the slippery stone paths finding relief under the outcroppings of window sills and verandas. Others found comfort in the Ale that flowed like water, the liquid scorching their throats and leaving a slow burn in their bellies. The joyous laughter filled the tavern, the storms cries faded for everyone but one, Naoki felt the thrum of the thunder, the pulse of the storm and the staccato of her own heartbeat.
"Little seed, come here." the sweet tone threaded through flashbacks of rust, salty tears and the dead weight of shackles, each wave of memories squeezed her stomach with nausea, Naoki swallowed the bile as the scent of rot and rust assaulted her tugging her back down to the voices of the past.
"Little seed."
Naoki's skin paled, lips falling open in a silent cry, a tangible fear coated the small woman's face rippling across her snowy complexion like mist. The sharp spikes of her lashes and silky lilac bangs stood out in stark comparison giving her a ghostly complexion, even the rose of her lips turned a sickly washed out pink, only her vibrant eyes seemed alive the brown depths hardening to a deep oak. The grave look had Obi's senses on high alert his eyes sweeping across the multiple customers that hide from the blustering storm, something that scared the little assassin lurked within the depths of the lively crowd. He looked back at her and stared hard willing an answer to her dramatic response, her eyes barely moved from the sealed door that groaned from strong winds brushing against it.
"What do you see little assassin?" His direct words seemed to cause a shiver to dance along her skin, she looked over at him with eyes that were lost in a nightmare. A tight smile covered her face as she gave a curt shake of her head.
"Nothing, we should leave before the storms gets worse." She replied with a forced happy tone that seemed to only dull her eyes.
He narrowed his golden eyes briefly, before standing. "You're right, it's best to be home before the weather worsens. " With a sly smile he added. " Would not wish to be stuck in one of the Inn's rooms together now would we."
She rose stiffly giving no response to his coy tease, her moves automatic and jerky as she moved in a brisk beeline to the door taking no heed to Obi's cunning eyes surveying her every move or the shadow of anger creeping across his handsome face. She placed her hand on the wood, forcing herself to the present, it felt like the old wounds were being pried open flowing the familiar crimson of sin, her chest heaved and she swallowed large gulps of air. Even from Obi's vantage point he could see the panic bouncing in her chest.
He looked over the crowd once more, seeing no one a miss 'little assassin what has frightened you so?' The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, a sharp chill raced down his spine; he could feel it, eyes watching him. Eyes that were well trained to hide, the feeling knotted his stomach even as a smirk spread upon his lips. 'Things are getting interesting'
Mitsuhide's fist met with the banister, fury dancing along his features, everything he felt swelled with the same rage in Kiki's breast.
"How stupid was I?" He roared, repeating the action once more before he rushed forward, his heavy footfalls echoing like thunder. "We must report this to Zen immediately!"
Kiki nodded and followed as he rushed through the room like a violent gale, a small sound caught both their attentions as they looked back. Feral smiles flashed in the light of the storm before the pair was pitched forward into the world of darkness, only the memory of feathers and a sharp pain followed them into the abyss.
"Mistress will be proud." A voice quipped, with ivory gloved hands running over both the blonde women and teal haired males pulse points, feeling the reassuring throb of their hearts beating. "You need to take care not to land such a brutal blow, we could've lost our precious targets."
A dark figure with a carved ebony mask resembling a crow's beak snorted derisively, and shook the mane of feathers blanketing their head and neck. " They only breath due to Mistress, I have never known her to let us leave a targets alive."
The concerned silhouette stood, after feeling satisfied the pair was alive, it adjusted the billowing white feathers that covered its head and shoulders, a pale mirror to the dark Crow that stood erect in the shadows, watching each movement behind the daunting mask.
"Let us wrap these beautiful packages for Our Mistress." The White crow cackled pulling out rope from a pouch nestled at the hip.
"This have better be worth it or our 'Mistress' will have to up my pay for this shitty job." The Black crow sneered as it examined its nails in a bored fashion.
"Quite your whining my dear and dispose of the documents they procured!" White crow hissed, ruffling its feathers with each precise movement.
Black crow gave a dramatic flair of its feathery mane before stomping over and gripping the crumpled papers within its talons. "To think the prince would surround himself with such worthless buffoons." disgust laced every word. "I pity any who find themselves in the talons of the Ravens."