It has been 2 years since I posted anything about my first RP character Ame Hayato but after much procrastinating and browsing tumblr for inspiration I am giving you all a new short story 😀
Three weekends later and the youngest Hayato had returned to the United States not just to hopefully lose the tracking Russian spy off her tail but she had enough of dwelling inside her old family home. Rather than moping about in Japan she decided that travelling would fix her broken heart. This time instead of returning to Los Angeles she took up residence in New York City, in Park Avenue to be precise and stayed under radar to keep herself safe.
However Ame was getting restless after realising that she could only decorate her little, luxury apartment for so long before it became too much and there was enough detail to call it hers. Setting up a Skype call, Ame contacted her handmaiden Yumi who was still back at the Hayato residence. The petite girl with short brown hair appeared on the screen “Ahh Ame-chan konbanwa!” Ame smiled at her childhood friend and bowed in return “Konbanwa Yumi-chan, it’s been a while”. Sitting down at her vanity table and propping her laptop up, Ame started to apply her foundation to her face.
On the camera, Yumi tilted her head to the side before it immediately clicked in her head of what her Oyabun’s daughter was doing “Ame-chan you’re not going out tonight are you?!” Ame turned to face the camera and laughed as she painted her lips red and shrugged her bare shoulders “I’m bored at home Yumi-chan, I live in the city that never sleeps, I need to experience it!” Yumi sunk in her chair and pouted “Is this why you called, to let your entire family know you are no longer hiding” tucking in her kunais into her lace corset with a bright smile, Ame giggled “Exactly.”
On the underground train heading south of the city towards the harbour, Ame tapped her pink heels to the music that was drowning through her earphones, she wanted to take her katana to show her rank but realised that not only would it clash with her risque outfit but it would alert the police of her presence. A young Japanese woman carrying weapons upon her person and with her name going about the international governments and officials, it wouldn’t be long before the squads on the east coast would realise who was living among them.
Despite her music removing all outside noise surrounding her, Ame couldn’t help the feeling that she was being followed, whoever was pursuing her was blending in with the Saturday night crowd like she was. Looking over her shoulder, her dark eyes briefly took in the other travellers, noting nothing different she was about to turn her head when her eyes caught sight of pale blue staring right back into hers. Taking in the appearance of the elegantly dressed young man, she merely flashed him a dazzling smile and faced forward, her mind already analysing at who he could be.
The Luci Logs 