Anna sighed as she gazed out the window of her room, mindlessly wringing her handkerchief in her hands. It had been two days since she and her father had arrived into port. and still he had not allowed for her to explore any farther then the window pane would permit. Her breath fogged the lightly rippled glass as she rest her forehead against the wooden frame. Gorgeously silk clad women walked by, all with their hair up in intricate patterns. 'Buns' her tutor had explained earlier.
She glanced down to the green book in her lap. It was a study book her father had commissioned the local tutors to write for her 16th birthday. A guide to learning the Japanese language. That was two whole years ago by now. Some pages had been marked, other folded and more still drawn upon. She had read the book front to back and even spent a small fortune studying under a linguist in University back in London in order to convince her father she could be of some use in his business endeavors. And so, she was permitted to come along this time as a translator-- even given salary!
And yet she was locked up like a disobedient child because of someone elses arrogance. "She's like a lilly among rats! You can't really think of letting her walk the streets here without protection-- the local whore house would scoop her up in an instant!"
Her face turned red just recalling the harsh words of her 'finance'. She scoffed, looking back out the window as a tall man walked by. It was odd to see a tall Jap. Most were her height, hardly over five foot three. As such, she couldn't help but stare.
A knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts. "It's open." She called.
The door opened and shut without her bothering to look, watching the beautiful people outside pass by.
"Ms. Collins." a heavily accented voice greeted.
Surprised, Anna turned her full attention to the strange man who had entered her room. He was dressed in robes and wore socks with his sandals. A priest of the local heathen religion, if she recalled her studies correctly.
The man bowed deeply before straightening himself and offering her a brilliant smile.
"That's me." Anna confirmed, unable to help but blush. He seemed to be very charismatic. At the very least, he was handsome-- and also taller then she herself was.
"I've been asked to escort you around the port and make sure you are safe."
Anna smiled. "And your name?" She asked in Japanese.
The man seemed surprised, though it only renewed his smile-- this time seeming to be genuine, rather then flirtatious. "Yami Hirito." He introduced himself.
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Yami watched with mild amusement as the foreign woman explored the shops. Simple things, such as scissors or even a common hairpin, on display seemed to excite the golden haired lady. While the dress she wore was immodest and ghastly, unlike a kimono, she at least seemed to be pleasant enough.
"Yami," she turned to him suddenly. "What are these?" She asked, shaking a small ball. It rang like a bell.
"Meditation balls." He explained with a smile. "Here..." He took them from her and began to roll the balls in his hand soundlessly. "Now you try."
The blond woman hesitated, her dainty hands having a hard time at first. The balls clanked against one another and rang off pitch as she fumbled.