Chapters 5 & 6

ohaiyo!! (Good Morning!...even though it's not morning!) Here is Chapter Five and Six. I was just going to do chapter five but it's a little short so i figured, what the hay, put in another one!! Hope you enjoy it! and a little note on the side: You're still not to the good stuff yet! teehee! :)

Chapter Five:
I see London, I see France

From The View Of:
Kanshihei


I had been sitting in my first class, Lysol and Baby Diaper scented plane seat when I saw him again. My heart had accelerated and my breathing had quickened. Don't go thinking that way! That is definitely not the way i felt! My body has a natural impulse of Fight-or-Flight. I didn't even like the guy.

I don't think he saw me so I sank down in my seat then pulled a baseball cap out of my small bag. I put it on to cover my eyes and shadow my distinct features. It covered my bright silver hair as well.

I Guess the Yankees are good for something.

The next six hours of the trip to France had been terrible, and I'm not just talking about the packaged peanuts. The guy was only a few rows in front of me. I figured I could probably avoid him if I stayed hidden... Which was a bit hard considering there were only four other people on the plane... Looks like I might really have to face him. Until then my faithful mp3 player would keep my entertained. Heck, There were only two hours left until the plane got to its last stop, France.

Half-way through my Metallica album I dozed off.

A buzz and light conversation around me woke me. I squinted in the bright light and not more than six inches from my face were passionate blue and purple eyes. he had a huge grin on his perfectly chiseled and seemingly-sweet face. I couldn't believe it but I just sat there dumbly, staring with my lips barely parted.

My equivalent of a total freak out.

He was so close. I felt completely cornered.

"Nice meeting you again... Anyway, I assume France is your stop considering its the only one... hmm?" The young man spoke softly.
My eyes got huge and quick as a flash, I jerked my legs back and drove my heels right into his chest. It was instinct. The air in his lungs left in a huff and he fell back against the seats behind him. He just stared at me with an almost amused look of shock on his face.

I glanced around just as quickly then bolted for the front of the plane, leaving everything.

It was only while I was running through the airport afterward that I actually slowed down to think straight. I had left everything.

An even worse feeling of horror seeped into my being as my hand reached into my, now-empty, hoodie pocket.

The bastard has my pistol.

I growled darkly but left the airport. I would attend to my business... the get my pistol back.

Note to Reader,
Just in case you're not noticing, I'm putting "From The View Of:" at the beginning of each chapter. If you haven't paid attention, I advise you begin now. It'll start being a bit important because sometimes i feel like I'm not really describing a character well. I feel like delving into their mind and personality so that the reader can make more of a connection. The majority of chapters will be from Kanshihei's viewpoint, of course, but I'm definitely not leaving out some key elements that can only be explained by other assisting roles.
Origato,
Writer

Chapter Six:
Backin' It Up

From The View Of:
Tetsudai(The Helper)

I can't tell you how much puzzled me about this girl.

Thing 1: She could tell almost instantly who and what I was. Most assassins hired to kill me only know the what part, that I'm half demon. But she knew right away that I was a son of Passion. One may be wondering, "Well, duh, she is the daughter of Love, another Obsidian demon." But no, even the many daughters and sons of Hate that I've come in contact with didn't recognize me.

Thing 2: Where had she been? By that I mean that as soon as Hate, Sorrow, and Passion found out that Love had been murdered, they had also discovered that she had conceived a daughter soon before. I don't know if this chick knew, but she was the ONLY child of Love, therefore, She has been searched for during the whole three hundred years since Love's death.

Each of the Obsidian demons grow extremely attacked to their children, or rather, they get extremely possessive over them. I am one of the three children of Passion. He doesn't care for us in the way of a loving parent though, he merely gives us everything we need in order to live our lives in any way we see fit. As for Sorrow, he once had a son but he was assassinated around the age of 150. Sorrow of course, got revenge but doesn't plan on any more children. Hate, himself, has hundreds of children and cares for them in much the same way passion cares for my siblings and I. Ironically, Love had been the only to have no children.

As there were four Obsidian demons, they paired off. hate worked with Sorrow and Love worked with Passion. None of what they did was for the better, but Passion and Love had become something that could be considered friends. Hate and Sorrow stayed on the side of business.

I don't think this girl knew but if passion ever found her, she would be under his protection. He had vowed to do just that when he found of his only friend's death.

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Ever since I Had seen her for the first time, I ha vent been able to stop thinking about her.

Her lean frame was muscular but feminine at the same time. Her dark but feather-like hair had given a hard edge to her soft features. Her large eyes gave her a certain vulnerability but her stance had flushed vulnerable down the can. The way she carried herself and moved was much like that of a cat on the hunt. Her glowing green eyes had amazed me.

I couldn't believe my luck when I'd seen her again on the plane to France. I had noticed her almost instantly. I couldn't help but grin when i saw her surprised expression out of the corner of my eye. It was a shame that she covered her pretty face with a rough baseball cap...especially a Yankees one.

She was on edge the whole time, I had been debating whether I should have told her to relax or not but I had figured she would punch my lights out. Considering her avoidance of my eyes, she probably would've even jumped out of a window to get away from me.

When she eventually fell asleep I actually turned around and looked at her.

With her face relaxed and not so tense, she was pretty cute. I figured I had only been staring a few minutes but suddenly the flight attendant was informing us of the upcoming landing. I had gotten my one bag organized then moved to go kneel next to the girl's seat as soon as we landed.

She had been breathing softly and I put my face about a foot from hers. I almost jumped out of my skin when her green eyes slit open. I'd been about to say something but before I could speak I'd been pulled into pools of emerald. She went from relaxed to a look of almost pure terror. Her eyes looked huge so i figured i had to say something.

"Nice meeting you again... Anyway, I assume France is your stop, considering it's the last one, hmmm?" I kept a smile up, hoping to reassure the girl. I meant no harm... it must've not worked because she then proceeded to kick me with enough force to shatter a normal human's ribs to pieces...and I mean, kibbles-n'-bits PIECES.

I landed back against the chairs and looked up into her eyes once more. She seemed like a deer in headlights. She hopped over me and bolted out of the front of the plane.

I rubbed my head as a couple flight attendants bustled toward me. I shrugged them off with a chuckle.

She may have been beautiful but I knew she was dangerous. I wasn't stupid enough to let -ugh- my passion get in the way of things.

As i had walked out of the airport, I couldn't keep a happy grin off my face though. I looked down into my hand and still wanted to laugh. A voice in the back of my head was telling me to feel bad for taking advantage of her confusion, but the amusement of twirling her pistol around in my hand won over.

That meeting on the plane wouldn't be our last. I would see her pretty face again.