Dazzling Smile (open)
Jul 31, 2014 3:14:23 GMT -5
Post by Lanza Riva on Jul 31, 2014 3:14:23 GMT -5
Lanza walked down the street, having decided to run a few errands for herself a while ago. Her bodyguards protested her going out on her own at first, but after she shot them a glare and told them that, if she was to disguise herself and try to stay on the down-low, she couldn't have a bunch of armed suits following her all the time, they let her go. Not that she wasn't packing her own heat, but that wasn't the point. The point was she couldn't be seen with them. However, she knew fully well that they were likely following and watching from a distance, just to be safe. That was fine. If it made them, and her father, feel better about things, it was fine.
As she walked, she glanced down at her clothing and sighed, feeling kind of exposed and uncomfortable. Once again, she was wearing a girly blouse and a skirt with her hair loose and flowing freely across her back like a waterfall of copper, and a small black ribbon tied neatly in a bow at the back for decoration. She almost never wore the women's clothing her father bought for her, but it seemed as though they'd finally be seeing more use, with all the threats to her family. But, it wasn't as if it was completely a bad thing. After all, the last time she went out dressed like this, she ended up having what more romantic people would have likely called a "fateful encounter". Not that she believed in that stuff.
The last time she wore clothes like this, she ended up stepping up to help a girl and a young man, who had both been victims of this thug-like man's temper, and saved them both. It was a good thing she stepped in when she did, though. The young man she had saved was pretty beaten up, but if she hadn't come in when she did, he could have been seriously hurt, if not beaten to death. She wouldn't have put it past that brute to do that, either. But, as it turned out, there were certain rewards for coming in like a heroine and saving the young man's life. She had somehow managed to gain his trust after she rescued him and, after finding out just how alike they were, he allowed her to help him in his revenge, even accepting her as his new fighter in order to do so. She got a distinct feeling that he wouldn't have taken just anyone as his new fighter, so it was an honor she wasn't about to waste, even though her father wasn't entirely a fan of the idea. But he didn't matter. She wanted to help, and he trusted her enough to accept her help. It was that simple.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen or heard much from the young man, Kouichi Osaka, since he had called her out to the cemetery to pay respects to his former fighter, and lover, Yuuki. "I wonder how he's doing..." she murmured, thinking aloud a little bit as she glanced up at the sky, hoping that he'd call her again if he ever wanted or needed her for something. That was, after all, her job as his fighter, and she wasn't going to be of much use in helping him catch Yuuki's killer and get his revenge if he didn't call her. But it wasn't as if they weren't bonding at least a little bit. Even she could feel the small bond that had formed between them, born at first from their similarities and mutual empathy toward each other's pain, and then from the time they were in the cemetery when she wiped away his tears when he cried. She couldn't forget the look on his face when she wiped his face, though, and she really felt good about it. She, someone who had the social graces of a rhino, had been able to help him, and that's what mattered to her.
Just as she thought that maybe it would be good if she called Kouichi and checked on him, something caught her eye and she stopped to look at it curiously. It was a poster advertising an upcoming summer festival and, being a foreigner, she had never been to one before. It sounded fairly interesting, to be exact. She had heard about them from her younger brother, Sheeka, who had been living in Japan for much longer than she had and other various online sources, but never actually seen one. However, from what she heard, people go to festivals like this wearing a yukata, right? It probably wasn't possible for her to wear one. First of all, she didn't know anything about putting one on, let alone where she could get one in the first place. Besides, she felt weird enough just in a skirt, so she could imagine how awkward a yukata would be, especially for a foreigner like her. But... she still wanted to see the festival...
Then it dawned on her. Lots of people attend festivals, right? Then maybe... just maybe... their target would be there, too. It was a long shot, but it was worth a shot. She pulled out her phone, flipped it open, highlighted Kouichi's number, and was about to press the call button when she stopped herself. How was she going to invite him? She wasn't good at speaking what she wanted, after all, and she usually ended up saying the wrong thing to people or gave people the wrong impression. Sometimes, she really did hate being so awkward and bullheaded, but she didn't know how to be any other way. She stared at the number on the screen of her phone for a few moments before she snapped the phone shut with a sigh. She simply didn't know how she was going to go about it, and she really didn't want to end up screwing this up. "...Such an idiot..." she muttered quietly, cursing her indecisiveness under her breath as she let her hand, still clutching her phone, drop to her side.