The Dead Gunslinger: Two Gunslingers In Town

Unarmed

The sun shines brightly in the city. Hundreds go on with their daily lives, walking through the streets. From the sidewalk to the pedestrian lane many walk to the train station or directly to their work place. They pass by many buildings and establishments filled with people grabbing lunch or just sitting around. One of these people sitting around is a man made of bones.

Sitting in a diner Dead Man looks at the newspaper. Minding his own business as he is enjoying his time here in Japan. Patiently waiting for the coffee and toast he ordered he scans through the newspaper in hand. Though speaking broken Japanese he however is quite good with reading the local language. He knew that his stay would take a long while and even if it was a short stay it would not be a negative to pick up a new language to speak. He is grateful for taking spanish class during his school life, came quite handy in the deserts of the American South.

"Here's your order sir" A waitress said to Mr Skeleton.

"Thank you miss" He responded as he flipped a page.

He sat beside the window of the diner. Something caught his attention after glancing for a second outside through the window. He watched a woman cross the street, he couldn't help but be captivated by her enigmatic allure. She moved with a grace that seemed to defy the chaos of the city streets, her silhouette cloaked in a tailored trench coat that hinted at hidden depths beneath its sleek exterior. A fedora perched atop her head added an air of mystery to her already intriguing presence, while dark sunglasses shielded her gaze from the curious glances of passersby. He couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay behind her carefully crafted disguise, and he found himself drawn to unraveling the mystery that surrounded her.

Disappearing to the crowd of people he pondered to himself as to why she looked like he saw her from somewhere. A commercial perhaps or a random civilian he saved during his time in Japan. Dead Man shruggs his shoulders not wanting to spend a few good minutes trying to crack open his mind wondering who or where he saw that woman from. Continuing to read the newspaper he brows through the local happenings of the city.

The bell hanging on top of the door to the diner ringed as it announces to the people inside that somebody has entered. Only few glance at the person who had entered. Dead Man however kept his eyes on the newspaper he was reading.

"I didn't expect you to be here" A feminine voice spoke to Skelator.

"Here of all places aswell" She said as she took a seat opposite from him.

"Pretty bold for pray to come to their hunter" Dead Man said as he took a sip from his coffee and closed the newspaper.

Now with the newspaper down he took a good few seconds to look at the familiar voice talking to him. It was her, the woman that caught his eyes as his gaze wandered earlier.

"Order whatever you want, it's on the house" He said as he caught the attention of the waitress.

"Chivalry isn't dead despite being a skeleton, though it does answer why you didn't take me down our last encounter" She quipped as they waited for the waitress to come to the table.

"They didn't give me a good enough reason to help them, I don't want to be done like a tumbleweed in a hurricane"
He said

She chuckled a bit. For some reason of all the traits Dead Man has, him using
random figures of speeches in sentences casually puts a smile on her face.

"Talking and dressing like a real bounty hunter from the wild west. If time travel is real, I'm convinced that you were from the past"
She said with her head leaning and propped up by her right hand.

"That's not nice to say to a fellow someone in their late 20s. Besides your outfit ain't convincing anyone that you're a regular normal inconspicuous resident of the city. I've been eyeing you earlier, no wonder why that lady down the street looked so familiar was the thought in my mind" He said being defensive about his age.

"Sorry sorry I didn't mean to insinuate that you were old. But the fact that you didn't recognize me immediately means that my disguise worked" She smiled at him.

He continued with his coffee, his mind is a bit clouded fore some reason. In the farthest back of his mind a thought laid hidden. The clothes she wore though not too convincing do complement her natural beauty. She looked like a runway model, which was the reason why she stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowd of people. 'She's kinda cute'

"Sorry for the wait miss, what do you want to order?"