Thread: Dawn Of A New Era (Yuna & Frogger's 1x1)

Riku Kotabe Hitomi Fukuyama Golden light spilled forth over the horizon one last time...painting the world in its vibrant color, before leaving to allow navy blue to invade. Shopkeepers began closing for the day, their last customers lingering before heading back home. A number of children ceased playing in the streets, having been called by their mothers or their fathers to return home. Overallit was a peaceful ending to a rather uneventful day at least, that was the case for many people within the walls of Kyoto. Oh no Mistress Riku is going to be angry if Im late with supper again came a worried whisper. Several glances went in the girls direction, numerous quickly darting away. Most of the people within Kyoko knew who she was, and didnt cross paths with the young woman not because of her demeanor, but rather because of her status as a slave. Slaves were not common in this day and age...but every once in a while, one would come across a person who did own a slave or two. It was a sad existence, really...for that slave has to follow their masters orders, no matter what the task may be...no matter what risk may come, or danger onto themselves. This particular slaves name was Hitomi Hitomi Fukuyama. A sickly child, she was abandoned by her parents when barely six months old or rather, not simply abandoned, but left upon a doorstep. From that moment on, Hitomi was a slave to Riku Kotabes whims...whether they be silly, or otherwise. Ever since she could walk, talk, and think for herself, she has followed the womans orders...not that she hasnt thought about the concept of freedom. In fact it has crossed her mind several times over the years. Where would she go, though? Who could she rely on, during her time of need? There was also the possibility of Mistress Riku tracking her down, even when free and beyond her grasp... The fact of the matter is...there is no way Hitomi could escape her clutches. There was no possible way to obtain freedom, at least...none that she could think of. Her hands holding onto the shopping bags ever tighter, she hurried her way down the street, not bothering to look at the surrounding area. After all she knew Kyoto like the back of her hand. Of course, what Hitomi didnt anticipate was that someone would be walking into the designated path she chose to take...and so, a collision was inevitable. Hard muscle met soft curves, and with a startled cry, Hitomi fell to the ground with a hard thump. The bag of rice tore, grains littering the road, while other things began to either roll away...or make some sort of escape. Ow, ow, ow Hitomi found that half a dozen places hurt, and rubbing the back of her head, sending several black threads of hair flowing down over her exposed shoulders. The collision had loosened the kimono she was wearing...making it to where a great deal of skin was revealed, inappropriate and otherwise. One golden eye opened, pain filling the orb and painting it a darker hue. Hitomi began looking around nervously. Did I really hit someone? she wondered out loud, unaware that she was sitting on top of the young man involved in said collision, in fact straddling his lap. I dont see anyone, though