MistressOfDeceit

Laughter could be heard in the tiny garden, the sound of which made the birds want to stop singing for it was so sweet. The source of this sound, a teenage girl, was dancing around happily. Her hair was long and gold, her eyes a bright, icy blue. Her blue sundress danced in the wind as did she. “Ah, Shiori,” a young man greeted her. She giggled sweetly. “Kanda!” She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him. “Where have you been? I got worried.” “Another case, another demon. These things never take breaks,” he sighed as he sat down in an intricately decorated chair. “More demons?”