Dark Nights of Kyoto by kaoruhana

The Blood Stained Kimono

The sound of a katana made him pause.  Amber eyes hardened as he secured himself behind a tree.  Kyoto was deadly at night and enemies were always near. 

A figure strode forward, her form highlighted by a white kimono swathed in red blood.  In her hands was a katana.  Sensing him, she turned and dropped the katana before sinking to the ground. 

“Help!” 

He wanted to ignore her but something compelled him to move.  And it wouldn’t do to stay here when Kyoto was awash in enemies.  A pale hand in a sky blue haori reached out and helped her.