Between the Thick Forest and Reserved Land

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Her skirt, moved as she walked, moving her hip from side to side. Her purse, dangling from her left shoulder, bounced gently with every single step taken by her. Her footprints gave away that she wore slim boots. The dark parasol she carried in her right hand was slung over her shoulder, at an angle and open. It covered the back of her head, preventing anyone from seeing her short, white hair and small hat. Or the fact that she wore a chocker. She did in fact have a navy jacket on, due to the chilly conditions of the weather.

The girl seemed to hum a jolly good tune to herself. Whatever it was, one could not hear it. Just the faint, outline noises she was making quietly to herself. As if she had some sort of false sense of security alone. She did stop to admire the scenery, taking her sweet time at that. From the dancing leaves that occasionally barreled across the dusty trail she traveled, or the swaying rice fields. Even the small animals seemed to partake. She wondered if the cold was effecting them and they were preparing something.

As she let her left hand slide down to her waist, the fingerless lace gloves could be seen. She stopped to talk to a busy farmer. "Excuse my intrusion upon your work sir, but could you help me?", she asked, twirling the parasol delicately as her emerald eyes showed a curious yet, childlike ambition. The farmer had stopped working and looked up at her. She could tell he wanted her to just ask. So that's what she did, asked him what she wanted to know.

"I wish to arrve at the Hidden Sound Village. If I continue on this path, I should reach the village, correct?", she asked the man. He wasn't much to look at. Young, cute perhaps. Maybe 6'3", short, amber hair. He was physically defined from his work, but clearly wasn't in charge. His peaceful and relaxing blue eyes washed some relief over Miu's soul. She could only image how stiff and rigid his body could be due the weather, and the thought crept across her.

"All you gotta do is keep on following the path. You'll be there eventually.", he answered. She smiled sweetly with a tilt of her head, approched him as she closed her parasol. "Many thanks. Allow me to gift you this.", he spoke, placing her lips onto his. His eyes were closed, but she could tell he was blushing. She brought her free hand down his chest, over the rigid feel of his definition, and over an area she wouldn't dare mention. The boy seemed not to jump, but only grow. She savoured the teasing she could pull. He tasted like strawberry, with a hint of sugar perhaps. She admired the taste of his lips for several seconds, before pulling back and smiling.

She turned away and raised the parasol over her shoulder, as it then opened. "Take care of yourself.", Miu said as she continued her journey towards the Hidden Sound. That man would forever remember her face now. She could tell the poor young man was distracted by the site of her walking away. She cared little to even speak of it. I have my destination now, I shall arrive there, she thought as a gust of wind caught her unexpectedly, sending dirt up into her eyes.

She rubbed them gently with a cloth from her purse, having stopped to retrieve it. She simply dropped it back in the purse when finished, her smile evapourated from the vile experience of being blinded. "I must certainly be more careful now.", she said to herself under her breath, as she began walking slowly, humming a different tune than before. It was a tune that was most familar to her, something quite about lollipops.

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She still hadn't found her destination. She was slightly bitter towards he who directed her down the path. She sighed as she seeked refuge under a tree. She found it crisp in the shade of the magnificent beauty that loomed over her. She could hear the birds chirp, the bees buzz. The little animals scamper about collecting fruit and nuts. The wind that rustled the gold, amber and blood leaves down from their branches. It washed over a sense of security once more. She noted that the season wasted no time in preparing nature for the next.

She rebuttoned her jacket, feeling the cold seep onto her skin. Chills creeped and stalked up her body, giving her a frozen feel of the world around her. She noticed that see was perplexed with the world that lay within the walls of this sanctuary. "The small creatures of the forest move on without a care that I am here. It is such a wonderful site to behold.", she spoke to herself. She was no longer seated, as she walked alone on the path that played a natural tune. She didn't hear anything other than the music before her. She found herself soothed.

She stopped. Ahead of her, with a white shirt on, was the young man from before. He was impishly grinning at Miu, and she remained calm. Tipping her head foward and smiling, she spoke to him. "Greetings once more. What brings you out here?", she asked the man. He looked at her, with a fierce and powerful lust deep within. She raised her left hand to cover her mouth. "You wouldn't dare try such a thing you filthy improper man. You take yourself and leave immediantly.", she spoke, quite offended as he began his approch to her.

When he finally spoke up, she was still angry. "I don't wanna do that to ya miss. I ain't that filthy now. My mamma raised me right.", he said, and she was flustered with embarrassment. He continued to speak. "My mamma seen us and wanted me to make sure you get to the village. After all, there are some bad people living around.", he commented to her with a smile. His intentions seemed true, but Miu didn't trust him. She decided to remove him from her problem.

She closed the gap between them and set her parasol on the ground as it began a downpour. She let her purse fall to the dampened ground as she ran a hand through his hair, down behind his back to remove his shirt. She could see that he wanted her, not to help her in the slightest. She kept the disgusting thought of simply giving herself up away, and continued with her deed. She tossed his shirt to the ground and smiled cynically at his exposed and certainly wet chest. It was bare with hair near the base, and she ran her fingers along the rough, edges and bumps.

He stood there and let her manipulate. Whether is was empathy or love, Miu felt bad that she was only going to kill him. After all, she longed for someone who would love who. Could love her. As she ran her hands under his pants, finding the right object to pull and tug upon. It sent his pleasure into the sky. Miu, on the other hand, lowered his pants and wasn't the least surprised he didn't have any undergarmets. She managed to slink her grip to his back, playfully rubbing him from behind.

She then reached for the kunai she savoured for the moment, lifting it up his back gently. As she let it reach his neck, she swiftly moved and held it over his neck. "I do no particularly care for filthy pigs such as yourself. Consider this my only honest gift to you.", she said as she tightened her grip on the kunai, ready to cut. "Douchebag!", she shouted as his body went limp upon the ground. She smiled sweetly as she used his soaked shirt to clean her weapon.

It was too late for her hair and make-up. It was running from the rain and her hair clung strictly to her head. It would make all the more for a convincing sob story that self defence was all nessecary to defend herself from that vile and horrid man. She delighted slightly in the thought, until her cynical and erratic side subsided. "Oh, it appears that when I get to an inn or something of sorts, I'll have to iron my clothing.", she stated coldly as she retrieved her parasol and purse, smiling and tilting her head in a good-bye to the corpse.

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The girls staggered into the town, gusts of wind fiercely pelting her with heavy rain. Her parasol wouldn't have survived the travel had she used it. Her tattered clothing was in dire conditions, and she needed to operate on them immediantly. She cursed under her own breath, and then corrected herself as she stood up straight, taking a deep breath. The lightning bolt flashed behind her, followed by the thunderous boom in the inked sky above her. She showed little fright, despite the fact she collasped to the ground in exhaustion. Her mouth opened, expelling her words like venom into the howling winds and storming rain. "Oh the sorrow! Sweet, sweet sorrow that I arrived here only to fall down!", she was being quite dramatic. Perhaps too dramatic. She was even faking her tears, through the use of the rain.

The make-up, what little she wore, was dripping smokey and red liquids from her face down into the mudd water she sat in. There was no one outside to notice her. No one would notice her through their soaked windows as the winds forced the rain to drill agains everything. No one would ever hear the pleas she bargained between the violate gusts of wind and thunderous cannons launching lightning from the sky. She was truely experiencing something reminicent of fear, but not exactly. Perhaps shock from her predicament?

The girl climbed to her feet. She could hardly sight the horrid and ravaged house before her. In her luck, it was an inn of sorts. She smiled softly, her eyes barely able to maintain their opened state as she crawled up the wooden steps, causing them to moan out ghostly cries. The door swung open and slammed againts the outside of the building as a women and man ran out to Miu. They looked at her, checking for any sign of injury before raising her into her air and onto the man's back. She could barely make out the voice of a heavenly angel assuring her that she was under great care.

It was brightand sunny out. Miu could only tell as her eyes slowly grasped the concept of opening, and looked to her left. The window, wasn't covered and she could see the sun, it's heat and light beating down upon her. She sat up quickly, hearing the faint sound of a bell chime from a floor below her. Her emerald glance struck every object in the room, registering them and finding relief. She heard footsteps as a door opened. She looked at the women, barely recognizing her from last night. Miu looked down in slight embarrasment, noticing she was wearing bandage solely.

The women spoke. "Don't worry dear, I've taken care of everything. You wre awfully lucky we found you that night. I've taken the liberty of making sure you weren't wounded, and I've also sowen your clothing. You may stay here as long as you like. I've convinced my husband that it's okay if you do.", she said as she set a bowl of soup down on the end table. The laughter of children could be heard and the women chook her head. "Eat up, I'll bring your stuff in, I just need to deal with them.", she said to Miu as she walked out.

Miu reached for the soup, ignoring the utensil left for her. Instead, she opted to drink it while contemplating their hospitality. She didnt' just want to freeload. It wasn't her style. She was elegant and graceful, polite. Definetely not a doormat. I know! It's an inn after all. Perhaps they require help around her, I could certainly help, she thought as she continued drinking her soup. It tasted good, despite it really being simple. consisting of carrots, potato and celery, Miu enjoyed it, and set it down when she noticed a calender. It was marked with 3 x's. On closer inspection, she read the message written. "I was out for 3 days?!", she asked herself, her brain thinking in unison.

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