Ayame glanced out of the window. She let out a small, otherwise unnoticeable sigh. The silver-haired figure walked the empty corridors with a cold elegance.
Two more days and term would finally start. Most of the students who had left the academy had arrived yesterday.
Jiro had retired earlier than usual. Ayame was walking the grounds in deep thought.
If it had been the Hunter's Guild who was preventing her from finding out the reason why there are people stalking her.. What was their reason for doing so?
Why do they know the reason she's being followed?
Why are they so keen on not letting her get involved in whatever's going on behind the scenes?
Ayame paused, looking at the deep blue sky with a slight frown.
Her eyes were blank and cool as usual, but instead of the usual indifference that lay there, there was a tint of confusion and frustration that was flecked in her violet hues.
This was the first time she had been so interested in anything since her rebirth.
With this thought in her head, she sat in one of the benches in the commercial district.
The person who attempted to steal the Gem of Perception from her was a woman, she was sure of it.
Being an assassin meant having sharp eyes, eyes that spotted small things that others wouldn't have found unless you pointed a light at it and told them directly where it was.
The intruder was a petite woman, standing 5'2, lithe, powerful, flexible; and yet she was holding back, as if trying not to hurt her.
Ayame paused. Why was the woman so familiar?
In fact she felt she was so familiar when she had seen her in the corridor, when she pounced onto the figure in black.
It was something in the way the intruder jumped, in the way her hands reached out to block Ayame's attacks, in the way she twisted and turned to avoid Ayame's advances.
Then a memory resurfaced in her mind.
Kitiara Sayua sat in the corner of the Feast Hall, drinking her water. Her eyes fell upon the bubbly waitress who was carrying several mugs of beer. A bulky man reached out to take one of the mugs and someone bumped into her from behind. Haruki skillfully balanced herself and turned, kicking the man who had bumped into her.
"Whoops!" she giggled, setting down the tray of beer as she glanced at the man, who was on the floor ruefully rubbing his bottom.
"S' my fault, Haruki, sorry." said the old man, wincing as he got to his feet.
"It's fine, sorry for that kick, Bertram!" laughed Haruki.
Ayame froze.
The intruder was Haruki?
Just as she had come to the realization that Haruki was the intruder, she stood up gracefully and turned to see the lonesome figure of Saito Gin Kento. He was approaching her with soft steps, letting her know he was there.
"Lady Emomoto," greeted Saito quietly, bowing to her formally.
Ayame inclined her head in greeting. She watched his figure with hidden interest. She wondered what he was doing here. She reminded herself to look into it later.
"It's late, Lady Emomoto" said Saito, glancing up at the deep blue sky.
"Yes. Did the Second Prince send for you?" asked Ayame delicately, looking straight into Saito's exposed blue eye. His other, a gleaming red, was concealed by a white eyepatch.
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The Anima of a Reincarnated Villainess (DISCONTINUED)
Fantasy"You say you cannot love," she told her once, gazing into her eyes as an equal. "And so I will love for you. I will love you enough for the both of us." A cursed child arose from the corpses of her parents. She was nothing but a doll with a sword, a...
