Postby Oddood198 » Sat May 18, 2013 5:32 pm
Yaru was alone in his cold, dark room. It was a single hotel room, a small one holding only the basics of a hotel: bed that was infested with who knows what, dresser he didn't have anything to put into, TV that didn't work, air conditioner that also didn't work, and a bathroom. At least the toilet worked.
His window was open, and a cool breeze wafted through it, blowing the curtains and the dangling hair cut just above his eyes. He liked the breeze, it reminded him of home. His wonderful peaceful home. His mother and father, and his younger sister.
As memories tenderly came to him, his let hand reached up, gently touching the red scar on his cheek, a reminder of recent, less peaceful times.
He clenched his hand into a fist, fingernails digging into his palm, and the pain of it brought him back to the present. No time for reminiscing. He thought, his eyes narrowing slightly into his usual sharp look. He turned away from the window, reaching down to the top of his bed and picking up the denim jacket that sat on it, sliding his arms through, he tugged the edges to make sure it was fitting properly. He doubted anything would have changed since he last wore it, yesterday, but today was a day where no mistakes would be tolerated. He also checked the rest of his attire, making sure his boots were laced and tightly tied, his belt wasn't loose, his pants weren't sagging even a little bit.
Once he was satisfied with that, he picked up another item sitting on his bed, a small, dark backpack. It was light, as Yaru wasn't in the habit of bringing unnecessary things. The bag was loaded with essentials: a first-aid kit, flashlight, a folded up map, some extra ammunition and a few things to maintain his sword. He put his arms through the loops on the bag and tightened them as much as he could without hindering movement in his shoulders.
Next, Yaru took his handgun, a small black pistol, and began checking it. He made sure it was loaded with bullets, then switched on the flashlight and laser dot attachments, confirming they had working batteries. He put the gun in a holster strapped to his right leg.
The last item was by far the most important: Yaru's katana, which he took carefully in both hands, looking down the sheath to make sure there were no new cracks, checking the handle wrapping to be certain they were secure, and, finally, he drew the sword, examining the oiled steel to be certain there were no dents or rust spots. When he was finally satisfied with it, Yaru slid the sheath into his belt, exactly where it had spent countless hours and days sitting.
With this, Yaru was finally ready.
He exited his room, dropping the key in front of the door. He wouldn't need it anymore, on the off chance he survived this suicide mission, he wouldn't be living in this hotel any longer.
He made his way to the stairs and began his descent. Yaru's room was on the seventh floor, so it took him a couple minutes to get to the ground. When he reached it, he walked through the lobby area and outside, where he found Leon and Jessica already waiting in silence. He didn't say a word to them, just gave a curt nod to Leon and sat on the ground against the gate, closing his eyes and focusing his hearing on the almost silent world. There was nothing to do now but wait for the others to arrive.