An Honest Days Work {Shino}

Her wrists still hurt from the hand cuffs. Hard to believe that only a year ago she had walked in the shadow of the human race, and before that, so didn't the remnants of her people. Once upon a time humans had thought urakata to be extinct, and to be honest she was a little shocked at the audacity of such an idea. Urakata were not mindless beats with no grasping of reason and logic, they were discerning predators who only attacked when provoked...And oh, how humans loved to provoke. War seemed to be humanity's favorite pass time, be it among themselves or with another race, earth seemed to be in a state of perpetual strife. For a moment she wondered if it would ever change but the thought was quickly stifled, of course it wouldn't, evil had an inherent advantage in the world of humans and there would always be chaos. Red eyes glared out the window as she stood there silently watching humans and enslaved urakata both pass by from the shop window for what must have been an hour now. Each urakata passed and dull throb found it's way to her chest, she still housed a deep sadness for her people who had now become the cringing dog at their human masters boot...But there were so many people to feel sorry for. As humans could monsters, she had learned all to harshly that her own people could be just as heartless and it was in her act of speaking against it that landed her here.

Eyes flashed over the store dangerously, falling over the few faces that continued to stare at her as though she was going to steal their hand gab at any given moment. Just a few days ago she had seen faces similar to these, all sticking their grubby faces in on her and judging her as though she were the latest fashion accessory. It was degrading, but that was the life of a slave. It wasn't until a girl by the name of Shino came along that she had been given a new home with a new 'master'. She swallowed a growl that almost escaped her lips at the thought, for in her purchase it was in part the reason the pink haired urakata stood in the store now. Her new 'owner' was no filthy rich snob, or some daddy's girl living off a trust fund, she was some small time detective who barely made enough to pay her bills. In coughing up the money for Izayoi, all for the fact that she had apparently seemed as though she didn't want to be there in the auction house, she had seriously made a dent in her finances. Now the girl was working here at some of the local stores as the cleaning crew, and while it might have been ideal for Shino to have help from her new room mate Izayoi was far from broken.

She may have been captured, but she would take a bullet to the skull before she lowered herself to cleaning up after some filthy human. It wasn't as though she thought herself above such tasks or anything, for she had walked many paths in her one hundred years of life and there was a point in her life that she would have killed for such a job. Now however, it was more in proving a point. No piece of paper, law, or collar would ever make her surrender to any human to afraid to face her in a real battle. Izayoi watched silently as an urakata was beat over the head by his master with a rolled up newspaper like some dog who had taken a shit on his new carpet. On her face no emotion was displayed, but her nails dug deep into her skin, leaving behind crescent shaped marks. It wasn't as though she could complain about who she'd ended up with, for she could have surely ended up in a much more brutal environment...Still, she was a rebel at heart and no matter how small the fight she was going to come out swinging. Once the site across the street had vanished around the corner she released a breath she had not realized she was holding and glanced around once more from her perch by the window. Shino was certainly taking her dear sweet time.