Mᴀᴅɴᴇss | Sᴀsᴜᴋᴇ Uᴄʜɪʜᴀ

Prologue

It was a cold morning. Strong autumn wind, blew through the trees, rustling the leaves, causing them to make a pleasant calming sound. A few yellow leaves were ripped off and the wind quickly caught them blowing them further away. Heavy white and grey clouds were quickly covering the sky, causing the atmosphere to become depressive. First raindrops fell on the ground. The smell of wet soil tickled her senses, and she inhaled the freshness with a small smile plastered on her face. More and more droplets fell from the sky, quickly covering everything below it. The girl rushed through the forest trying to cover her head with her hand in process, not wanting to get wet, but as it turned out – pointlessly. She sighed in defeat and wiped her face with a corner of her kimono as her legs quickly took her further and further away from the forest. A particularly heavy rain droplet landed into her eye. She closed her eyes instinctively, that was when she tripped. She groaned as she fell on the item of destruction, yet no pain came from the fall. Her long black hair stuck to her face and she rushed to remove it from her eyes. Two green eyes travelled down and widened at the sight of a so called "destruction".

It was a young man lying on the ground, unconscious. A pair or experienced hands quickly traced his neck searching for pulse. It was there. Faint and low, yet steady. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. Not bothering to look at his face, not caring about the rain that was pouring down on them, she examined his body. Two deep wounds in the stomach area, scratches, and bruises, and of course a concussion.

"How lucky." She whispered quietly. 'None of the main organs were damaged." She grabbed onto his arm and pulled it over her shoulder, even though he was slim, the man turned out to be heavy. The girl twitched slightly. "This is going to be a challenge." She murmured dragging the man in the direction of her home.

The rain continued pouring, not caring for the people under it. Like a cruel master, punishing his slaves. It was difficult to carry him causing her to stop from time to time to rest. The rain never eased. She wiped her face with one hand and look up at the sky; more heavy droplets fell onto her face getting into her eyes. She groaned quietly, feeling the man shift on her shoulder yet he did not wake up. She rolled her eyes.

"At least he is alive." She mumbled to herself and continued walking.