Path to Paradise

Chapter Four

Akira’s Awake

‘Beep – Beeep – Beeeep. Beep – Beeep – Beeeep.’

Akira groaned, turned over, and lightly tapped the snooze button. She went back to sleep, for five minutes but then –

‘Beep – Beeep – Beeeep. Beep – Beeep – Beeeep.’

“Oh god, shut up!” Akira screamed, taking out a tanto and thrusting it into the alarm clock. It stopped beeping automatically.

“Why bother getting up to this crap?” Akira questioned. She got out of bed, sheets slipping onto the floor.

Akira had gone away from the hotel and the stage and the stupid start-up circus. She was in another hotel, near Osaka. But she was traveling to her house on Mount Fuji. She just didn’t want to run and hop on top of people’s house for more than twelve hours straight. She took a break. Akira brushed her hair, got out her shirt, and her short pants, and her long cape. She took out her katanas, tantos, and her daggers; she took her holders for the katanas, her belt, and put all of her weapons in the rightful place. Akira had her full battle uniform on. Except her armor, that was at her house. Her weapons glimmered in the fresh day. Her hair flowed perfectly down her head. She looked outside, silver eyes glistening.

She took out a tanto, took all of her dirty clothes, and the sheets on the floor, threw them all up in the air, and threw the tanto at them. The tanto had a note stuck to it. ‘Wash and Iron’. And then she threw another tanto at a tree, outside. A waiter and all the morning diners looked at the tanto.

“Akira’s awake…” The waiter spoke.

Everyone stared at the tanto, the rustling of the tree appearing annoying. But not at all new. But it wasn’t the tree that rustled. It was coming from the tanto.

“Everybody…” The waiter spoke, “RUN!!!”

The people ran around like crazy, shoving and spilling food. One man even rushed away with his food. Then came – BOOOM – and tables and trees and people came flying. Akira quickly shut the window. She reached for the doorknob, and turned it. It didn’t budge, so she backed up.

“Kyaaaaa” Akira screamed, kicking down the door. It broke down and smashed into the door across from it, while knocking down an old lady carrying laundry baskets.

“Oh,” Akira said, picking up the door. A lady shriveled up in her bed gasping, “I’m sorry.” Akira tried to put the door back, but she broke it in two pieces. The lady screamed. Akira just shrugged.

She slid down the handle of the staircase down to the front desk.

A clerk turned around.

Akira threw her keys on the desk, and said “Hey, dude, I’m leavin’, kay?”

“Where are you leaving, Miss?”

“I’m going to see the general.” And with that, Akira whipped her hair around, leaving.

 ~ PŦP ~