Name: Sakuryaku Jaakuna
Rank: Devil's daughter
Appearance:

Name: Ayame Sohma (yes stole him from fruba >.> didnt feel like doin an o/c lol)
Rank: merchant
Apperance:

((Squees! AYAME! >w<))

Sakuryaku sighed and looked on the small town from a high tree. She saw people wandering the streets. "Boring. It's all boring." She lightly played around with her hair, going back in her mind why she had left.

"But, Daddy you can trust me! I learned from the best." Her father's eyes that were fixated on her, lowered to the floor. "I know, but you aren't qualified because.." "Because I'm a girl. I know, but that shouldn't matter!" He all of a sudden grabbed the frond of her shirt, slamming her up against a wall. "You know the rules. Do not disobey me, Sakuryaku!" He yelled. She whimpere and choked out, "Yes father."

That night she left and hadn't returned.

Sakuryaku wondered if anyone from Hell missed her.

(hey ayame is yummeh >.>)

Ayame wandered to the market place with his wares. He sold fabrics. He was really good at needlepoint and other sewing teqniques and with it made a ton of money. He was a very wealthy merchant. He quickly set up his sign and sat in his chair. He loved his villiage. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. It was great. He could even make clothes if asked. Some people only bought clothes that he made for them. They would not wear anything else.

Sakuryaku looked down on the village and saw a man with flowing white hair. "Hmm." She smirked. "I could have some real fun today." She giggled and jumped down from the tree and stretched out. "I wonder if Daddy will think higher of me if I do the impossible." Sakuryaku's lips twisted. "I have got to stop talking to myself." She shook her head and went into the shop. "Hello, sir!" She said, cheerfully, hoping her childish impression was convincing.

Lifting an eyebrow at the young girl who approached him Ayame let out a pleasant smile. "Yes little one? Where you wanting a new dress perhaps?" He knew that the young girls in this villiage loved to come watch him make stuff. One of his biggest things he liked to do was to make them clothes for free and watch them prance about playing dress up. It was no big deal and sometimes if the little girls meant a lot to him he would even make clothes for their dolls out of his leftover cloth. He was a really nice guy most of the time.

The man spoke as Sakuryaku tried not to cringe. His heart was filled with joy and happiness that it nearly burned her skin. She let out a smile. "Well, sir. I ran away from home and was wondering... if I could have a place to stay?" Near tears, Sakuryaku cleared her throat. Take it down a notch. She thought to herself. This could almost be too easy. She just needed to get closer to this man and the rest may fall into place.

Ayame smiled at her. "Of course you may. I will let you stay at my place and provide anything you need as long as you help me sell my wares every day. I am quite wealthy. I always have money and you can have your own pay to if you want." He turned and walked in the other direction towards his home pulling her with him by her hand. "Come I shall show you were I stay." He put a closed for lunch sign on his cart just before he left. He led her straight to a rather large decorated house not far from the town square. He smiled and pointed to it pulling her to the door and opening it with a key in his pocket.

He walked inside and said "Welcome to my home." It was a large home with two stories. It was lavishly decorated with lots of gold and jewels. It was pretty much done over in golden colors and some reds. It had furnature galor and when he entered you could see a maid and a cook and even a butler hustling about doing different random chores.

Sakuryaku's face twisted at his kindness. She winced, bringing back the child-like smile. Following him, she had to wonder what wealthy meant in a small village like this one.

The house was, in fact, enormous. Her eyes widened. Not quite as big as the palace in hell, but close.The red and gold choices she could deal with. She turned and noticed maids. He has maids?! What else does he have? An indoor movie theater with a pool in the front row?? Sakuryaku looked up at the man. "Th-thank you, sir. You are too kind.'' She faked.

He smiled and pulled one of the maids arm. "Would you show this young lady to the spare bedroom. Give her whatever she needs and have the cook make up some food for her. I must get back to work now." He smiled at her and kisse her hand. "Enjoy your stay miss." He turned and walked out of the house towards his cart.

The maid smiled and pulled the girl up the stairs with her. "Come on then. I will show you your room." It was clear the maid did not trust this strange girl. She walked up to the second door on the right and opened it. "I hope it is to your liking and if you need anything there is a bell with a pullstring by the door." She turned and left to order food for the young girl.

Sakuryaku followed the maid up to the room. It seemed pretty plain from all the other rooms. The light shined brightly through, bouncing off the white walls. A dresser was shoved up in the corner and a double bed seemed to almost float in mid air with its sheets draping off of it. "Thank you miss, I'll be sure to." She smiled, watching her leave. She may have to be the first to go.

Sakuryaku sat herself on the bed, wanting to rip it to shreds. She had to get used to this kindness and quick because it was nearly killing her. I just need to capture his soul and get out of here. she thought, but nearly seethed through her teeth.

Ayame patiently waited for customers. At the end of the day he had made quite a bit of money. He quickly went and bought the girl some items he thought she would like and made his way back to the house. He knocked on the door to her room. He just knew a flower, a necklace and some food would cheer the poor child up. He also had some outfits he made for her. Hopefully this would make her happy.

Sakuryaku's head whipped around, as the knock pounded through her ears. She opened it and saw the man holding a single yellow flower, a silver shining necklace, and piles of clothes in his right arm. There was a sudden sharp pain through her chest. She winced hard and out of nowhere the pain ceased. Her eyes widened in confusion. She shook it off and looked up at him. "Is this all for me?"