There were better things for her to do in her native land than fuss about living arrangements, especially since she had so much space to herself. Otherwise, she would have stayed away, given how much of a pain it was coming back there. After all, getting off the plan and past customs had been relatively easy, given the short skirt and high heels that she'd worn. Added to the 'tart' picture on her fake passport, they hadn't been bothered to do any real checking on her. But it hadn't exactly been fun for her, as it reminded her just why men annoyed her. They'd been too busy looking at her legs to treat her like a person, which was the story of her life. Rather than treat her like the accomplished martial artist that she was, she'd been treated like some sort of novelty. Sparring with guys didn't exactly turn out to be enjoyable when they tended to rub up against her lithe body and get pleasure out of it, even unintentionally, and it was made worse by the jackasses who thought it would be good to get a grope or two in as well.
No, she wasn't exactly a fan of patriarchal and overly traditional Japan. Handling it wasn't a problem, but she couldn't exactly say that she enjoyed it. Instead, she had long ago decided that it would be better for her to simply look out for herself, and do things how she wanted. If they thought that she was a 'bad girl', then so be it. She didn't care about being seen as a criminal, and she had her self respect, what with her control of her own life.
That same control was demonstrated by her ability to come back to her homeland. It was what she chose to do, and so she did it. Not that she didn't come back for a reason, as she had plenty of chances to do things elsewhere. Rather, she had something that had drawn her to this place, which was the only real draw that Tokyo had for her. There was a job to be done, and she was looking forward to doing it.
Spread out before her on the simple wooden table was the information that she'd gotten on a particular shipment that she'd heard about. Stealing the cargo wouldn't be exactly as easy as stepping up to a teller and demanding money, but she knew that she could handle it. Doing the job wouldn't cost her that much, and as she understood it, there were some special gems amongst the ones that she was planning on 'appropriating'. Just why those black diamonds were so distinctive, but, if nothing else, they'd go nicely with her body fitting costume.
And doing this would leave her plenty of time for handling other things. She could take in a movie, act as some hired muscle, handle a couple of jobs, or even take out some stress on a few guys who'd be asking for it. Getting back to a place that she understood, if not liked, did wonders for her, and despite her disenchantment with a lot of Japanese society, she did have to admit that she had a certain pride in the country of her birth.
She was just going to have a ball as she stirred things up, and got some life going in the regimented little lives of the locals.
Who said a girl couldn't have a little fun, even as stayed being a professional?
She let one corner of her full lips curve up into a smirk, while:
(Posted Sun, 04 Mar 2007 20:57)
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