The Girl With Eyes of Gold

Rain pelted a city, the drops hitting hard on whatever it was they landed upon. Gutters were swollen, and many bustling people were soaked simply because they lacked umbrellas and decent shelter. Those who were luckier managed to inhabit apartment complexes, or at least get umbrellas themselves.

A young woman looked out the window on this rainy day, thunder roaring in a deafening voice and shaking the very foundations of her sanctuary for a moment. Then, lightning streaked across the sky in vivid white. The woman was a short sort, only five feet tall; her height made her easily pass for a pre-teen who lacked a needed growth spurt.

Messy, dark brown hair was on her head, much of it curling near the ends. Some curls jutted in, towards her face, while others protruded outwards. All these curls ended in thin, sharp spikes. However, she kept her eyes shrouded behind the thick, black lense of sunglasses, even though the weather outside had blocked out the sun in its ongoing fury.

She wore a simple red T-shirt and black jeans, as well as white sneakers with green laces on her feet. The girl kept staring out the window, not moving a muscle as she watched the rain pelt the surrounding city and lightning flash as it tore the very sky asunder.

The girl failed to notice someone entering the small, empty room she stood in. The door creaking and the sound of footsteps didn’t seem to catch her attention as a tall man went to a nearby wall and proceeded to lean on it.

“Yo, Kita.” The tall man said abruptly, causing the young woman to turn around.

“Oh,” Kita said, a frown making itself evident on her face, “it’s you. What do you want, Tori?” She then crossed her arms, waiting for his answer.

Tori chuckled, messy black hair being ruffled through with his pencil-thin fingers. His dark brown eyes glinted momentarily, as did the chains on his belt. He had a black shirt and black jeans, the look being completed with a spiked choker around his neck and jet-black shoes. “You know, the usual.” He stated calmly, smiling faintly.

“Don’t give me that shit. What do you want?” Kita asked, leaning against the wall right next to the window and crossing her legs together.

“Man,” Tori groaned, frowning for a bit, “you just have to be a bitch today, don’t you?”

Kita merely scoffed. “I’m not repeating myself again; what the fuck do you want?” She asked once more, her frown turning into a scowl.

“Alright, alright!” Tori finally relented, raising his hands in the air as if a mugger stood before him, “What I want is some Jack Daniels.”

Kita then removed her sunglasses with a swift hand, a brow arched. Tori froze upon seeing her eyes, a vivid gold in color that had cross-shaped pupils, and he felt a lump in his throat. “You seriously have got to stop drinking.” She said, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing as she stared at the man on the opposite side of the room. “I’m not getting you more booze.”

Tori gulped hard. “Alright! I’ll stop with the booze!” He said quickly.

Kita sighed and shook her head. “You always say that. I hardly believe you for two seconds.” She scorned, blinking once.

“I mean it!” Tori replied, putting his hands in his pockets. “Honest!”

“Suuure,” Kita sighed, slowly nodding her head a few times. The woman put her sunglasses back on, once more shrouding her golden eyes behind the black-tinted frames.

Tori took a moment to sigh himself, removing his hands from his pockets in order to cross his arms. “Why on earth did I start dating a succubus like you…?” He murmured.

Kita heard the remark. She scoffed and shook her head again. “I may be a succubus, but I’m all ya got. You’re going to abide by my rules--no drinking, for starters. Are we clear?” She asked, removing the sunglasses again.

“Alright.” Tori sighed, nodding his head in defeat. “I’ll stop drinking, I promise.”

Kita nodded, then glanced out the window again. Looking down to the alleys below, she found that they had been empty, save for the homeless people scattered about here and there. She had also noticed a nearby police car, overturned and doors hanging ajar. The sumbitch who drove the thing must’ve been driving drunk if it resulted in that outcome.

She shrouded her eyes with the sunglasses again, and turned to the only door in the room. She began to walk to it. “I’ll be out for a few. Be back as soon as I am able.” She said quickly, opening the door and walking out. The woman took nothing with her; she had felt no need to do so this day in spite of the rain.