Let's try this again. hopefully with 100% less faggotry 41 posts to 7 votes. Wtf.
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Huh? Woman? What? Looking around, you thought you just saw a woman here, but she seems to have vanished. Taking another glance around, you see her walking away down one of the alleyways that litter the town. Something possesses you to follow her. You quickly jog over to the entrance to the alleyway only to see that the woman is already walking out the other end. She’s fast. Running now, you come out the other end of the alleyway. Ah, crap. You don’t see her anywhere. Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you see the woman rounding a corner. This continues for several minutes, until you see the woman round a corner into what you know is a dead end. You smile to yourself as you round the corner to find an empty alley. Wait what? You know you saw her walk down this. . . A sudden sharp point being pressed against your back interrupts your thoughts.

“Why are you following me?” A voice, cold as steel, questions you from behind. How did she get behind you? The alley was completely empty when you were looking in it. There was nowhere she could have hidden. The woman mistakes your silence for stalling and presses the sharp point into your back a bit harder, breaking the skin now. “I asked you, Why are you following me.” Her voice still as harsh as before.

[ ] I don’t know?
[ ] I was curious.
[ ] I’m not going to tell you.
[ ] Something told me it was important.
[ ] I wanted to talk to you.
[ ] Who are you?
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“Ah er. . . well. . . I don’t know?” You feel the knife press into your back, twisting a little bit. “AH! I was curious!” More pressure from the knife.

“I don’t know I don’t know! Not in that way!” You try to pull away from the knife only to have your shoulder grabbed, quite forcefully.

“And in what way would that at be” a slight bit of amusement creeps into the voice, which only serves to unnerve you more than the coldness before.

“You know. . .” you trail off, hoping that she might know what you’re obviously not able to say directly. The knife point eases itself out of your back slightly

“Hm? No. I’m not sure I know what you mean.” The amusement is creeping in more. You feel like a mouse that a cat’s toying with.

“Well, its like, you know. . . like, I don’t . . . Um. . . It’s like,” You feel the knife pressing into your back again. You can almost hear the bemused smile on her face.

“I do rather wish you’d hurry up. I’m not getting any younger here.” The woman laughs wryly, as if at some inside joke.

“It’s like. . .like for another dude. . . that’s not my thing.” You tense up in preparation to have the knife twisted or shoved into your back again, but nothing comes. It’s quite unsettling.

“Go on.” The voice has returned to it’s previous icy demeanor.

“Ah. . . well like. . . You. You on the other hand. . .” you trail off as you feel the knife removed from your back, the hand releasing from your shoulder. You make to turn and face your assailant when you’re unceremoniously shoved forward.

“Feh. So that’s all it was, was it? You just saw some pretty young thing, and thought that you could take advantage of me in an alley way. Is that how this was going to play out? Well. Too bad for you, but you chose the wrong mark.”

You scramble to get away from the voice, only to be kicked in the side. Hard. You roll over against the side of the alley way, now facing your attacker, who appears to be a young grey haired woman, dressed in a maid outfit. She has an array of knives in her hand, all looking quite sharp and lethal. She makes to charge forward and dismember you. Seeing no other recourse, you throw your right arm up in front of you, attempting to block your face. The woman charges and almost instantly closes the gap between the two of you. Faster than you could blink she was upon you, bringing a knife down towards you. From deep within you cry out, awaiting the pain, only to not have it come. You hear a series of coughs coming from somewhere, which has seemingly caused the woman attacking you to freeze.

“I’ll only say it once more,” a few more coughs, “Sakuya. Leave him alone. Or should we have a repeat of the last time something like this happened?” The voice is much quieter by the end and you can only barely make out what was said.

Sakuya remains frozen in place, glaring at you with an intense hatred glowing in her eyes, the knifepoint inches from your face. Lowering your gaze from her to your saviour, you see a somewhat short girl with purple hair, and a strange hat with a crescent moon on it. She has a book . . . floating in front of her. Just floating there like Alice’s doll. her hand is also glowing and pointing directly at this ah. . .’Sakuya’ was it? Either way, she’s likely just saved your life. The woman pushes up off of you, making a point to gash your arm as she gets up.

“Sakuya!” The woman at the end of the ally calls out firmly.

Sakuya turns away from you, and in a blink of an eye, the knives she was holding have vanished into thin air. Holy shit. That’s seven kinds of terrifying. What else is there in this world that could kill you like that?!

The woman starts to mumble something, barely audible to you, “You got luck this time. Pray to whatever gods you may believe in that we never meet again. If we do, I’ll do far worse to you than just that gash.” She walks down towards the girl. “Alright, alright. I’m going. There’ll be no more problems, miss patchouli.” Sakuya practically spits the last two words. You blink and the woman has vanished, leaving only the girl behind. Patchouli was it? The girl sighs and reaches out for the book. she closes it and begins to float over to you. What!?!?! She’s floating? What IS it with this place?

“I must apologize for Sakuya. She’s not the most. . . Amicable person that one will ever meet.” The girl kneels down next to you and chants softly. You watch in amazement as the gash on your arm closes up, completely healed. It’s like it was never there. “Allow me to take a look at that injured arm of yours.”

You hold your arm up, and she does the same little chanting bit as before. You’re not sure what she’s doing but your whole arm feels pleasantly warm.

“That should about finish it. Your arm should be in a much better condition than it was previously.” The girl breaks into a coughing fit at this point. You move to pat her on the back, but her hand whips up and barely misses hitting your face. With nothing else that you can do, you simply sit there until her coughing fit passes. “Though, I would heed her warning. Meeting her again would be a mistake that you would pay for with your life. I should be getting back as well. The mistress does not like it when I stray for long.” The girl starts chanting again, her entire body glows for a moment before she vanishes, leaving you alone in the alley way. The only sign that anyone besides you was here is the small amount of blood that poured out onto the ground and floor of the alley.

Getting shakily to your feet, you exit the alley and drag yourself back to the main road through town. Thoroughly shaken up by the events you decide that the best course of action for the time being may be to just go back to the inn. Reaching it you head wearily inside.

“Welcome back,” Sakura calls cheerfully for an elderly woman, “Dinner’s almost ready so just come on in and sit down anywhere.”

“Ah. . . I’m sorry, but I’m not hungry right now. . .” You drag yourself past her and up into your room, while Sakura looks on with a concerned look on her face. Pushing it from your mind you stumble into your room and collapse onto the futon. Maybe you should just go to sleep, today really has been a rather bad day.

[ ] Sleep.
[ ] Lay on the futon.
[ ] Go down for dinner.