The thick sound of clapping against the hard ground could be heard. Police officers on their horses no doubt. The streets had been covered in people, soft foot steps slowly echoed with the hard clapping. The crowds had all blended into one form, she didn’t care for their faces. The dark orbs had stayed focused to in front of her. A scream, “Demon!” it was an elderly woman.. of course non of the younger generations paid attention. They were too busy with their own lives, shopping, going to work or courting young maidens. The wicked<span style="text-decoration: underline">demon</span>wasn’t bothering them, it wasn’t their problem.<br/><br/>The red haired youkai continued her travel through the city, going deeper and deeper into the great village. The buildings had been towering over her, they had been beautifully created. The architecture of the entire village seemed to appear more like a grand castle of the future. Another sadness entered the village not long after her. It was a familiar emotion, and it would be one she could never forget. Her hands gripped her blades tightly and she would quicken her pace.<br/><br/>The red outfit would flutter behind her as she quickly made her way through the village. SH ewas sure no samurai would follow her here, was he here to end her. If she could, the dark orbs would narrow into small slits- alas.. not. However the distinct annoyance could be seen within the dark shimmers of her pupils. “Demon!” another would call to her, this voice had been more strict and younger.<br/><br/>“Demon!” it was mocking now and closer, she would turn to see a young officer no doubt, his rifle hugging his back. A broad smirk on the large soldier, he towered the demoness even with the horns adorned on her forehead, and she was still small to this man. “How did you get your eyes like that?” he would circle her, his eyes obviously scanning her body. “Are you some temple priestess..” his eyes went over the kanji engraved over one side of her body. She bowed her head, as to cover her eyes.. her red bangs curtaining her face.<br/><br/>“Di you not hear me?” he’d bark, “How’d you get your eyes..” “I am a samurai, not priestess.. please step aside.” She spoke calmly. “A samurai?” he laughed, “A demon is more believable then you being a samurai...” she’d look at him through her bangs. “I am not to play with, I should warn you.” She spoke calmly as she felt the darkness start to consume her heart. She has no friends here, no home to go too anywhere- her hands would grip the hilt tightly as her leg would slide behind her, getting in a defensive stance.<br/><br/>“Girl, you don’t even know how to use those toothpicks.”  He mocked as his hands went to grab his rifle. “But if you wanna play hardass, I guess I should treat you like a samurai.” He grinned. By this time the streets had cleared up, the people of this village had been use to the dirty officers doing whatever and whoever they pleased without consequence. The minute his hands had rested on his weapon she would run.<br/><br/>A quiet storm sword, fights like a lion’s roar.<br/><br/>The man made a slip, it seemed the tension in the air would make it hard to breathe, as if a person had been deep in the ocean drowning at the darkest depths.  Blood would begin to splatter, and then suddenly the officer’s head would roll off his shoulders, the woman’s head bowed low; it would appear she had never even drew her weapon. She would continue walking, she couldn’t afford to waste any time.. Who knew how far behind from her he had been.