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- And once again, Fujikage Journeys Chapter 2--it never ends!!!!! -
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Tuesday, April 11, 2006
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Deina had most of her things packed before she mentioned the trip, so all she had to do was finish.
She reached in the closet and got out a black, sleeveless duster. She had obtained this from a friend who was involved in questionable activities; he gave her the coat as a birthday gift, and it had all sorts of pockets and holsters inside it. As she pulled her arms through the duster, she quickly walked to her father’s study.
"Now where is that key?" she muttered. She checked on top of the desk and in all the drawers that were unlocked, but she couldn’t find it. Deina looked around the room, racking her brain, trying to remember where she had seen her father had put it. She looked to the bookshelf. Of course!
Standing on her toes, she reached for a book; opening it, she found what she was looking for. The hidden compartment had not only the key, but their father’s secret stash of cash. Taking the key, she opened the locked desk drawer and found what she was looking for. Her father kept three guns, but after he got sick, he put them all in the same place, something that Deina didn’t understand. She took the largest of the three and placed it in the holster on her right side. The second largest gun was able to fit easily in a holster on her left side. But there was a problem with the smallest of the guns, which really was small. She picked it up; she could tuck it in her ankle, but that would be bad if it went off accidentally. She already had a gun at both sides. She finally just tucked the gun into the back of her pants, hoping that it would be safe there. Why didn’t he ever teach me how to handle these things? Nevertheless, Deina felt that she may need them. Now she was ready...she thought.
Deina and Kasandora met in the foyer of their home. Taking one last look, they stepped out of the door, and Deina locked up. She noticed that her sister’s eyes were watering. Oh great! she thought. Why does she have to be so freaking sentimental? However, Deina was forcing down the lump in her own throat.
"So, where do we start off?" Kasandora asked.
"Well, I guess our best bet would be to catch a bus and go to the end of the island, and then catch a ferry to Aomori. It looks like our longest leg of the journey will be through Honshu, and we need to get to Kyushu, but we’re going to have to watch our money if we’re going to get there and back."
"Okay. Well, I guess we better get going, then." The two girls started their walk to the bus station downtown, which was just about a mile. Deina looked at her sister, whose bow and arrow were strapped to her back.
"Hey, Kashi, I’ve got a question," she said. "Do you think we’re going to manage to get on the bus with your bow and arrows strapped to your back?"
Kashi looked slightly hurt. "Well, I’ve got to have something to defend myself. What about you and those katanas? Don’t you think two swords are more dangerous than a bow and arrow? I have to grab my bow and an arrow before I can even think about using it." Even though it doesn’t take but a second, she thought. "You can just whip those things out of their sheathes and you’re ready to make sushi out of someone!"
Deina fumed a little. "Look, I was told by Dad to bring them with me. You don’t have an excuse!"
"Well, I need to protect myself, too! Sure, I’m younger than you, but I’m old enough to take care of myself!"
"We’ll see. I’ll remember that the next time you cry for my help!"
Kasandora wanted to growl, but she was too grown up for that. Just wait, Deina, she thought. You’ll be asking for my help, too!
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