Okay well this is my first fic EVER so be nice! Go ahead and flame if you
must but they burn so badly! Anyways read on and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own DOA. I just borrowed the characters.
Running from memories
Kasumi was running again. She had been ever since the end of the last Dead or Alive tournament. Hayate had been absolutely ruthless in sending the entire clan after her, so much that sometimes Kasumi wondered if he even remembered that she was his little sister. As for her half-sister she couldn't say. Ayane had long since disappeared into the shadows after the death of her father.
But Kasumi couldn't think about that now. She darted from tree-to-tree dodging several ninja stars that appeared from behind her. Finally she stopped and spun around. She threw her own stars with fury, knocking some of her enemies' out of the air and taking out at least three of the assassins. She then took one of the bombs she hid about her person and threw it at the oncoming ninjas.
While the smoke was still clearing she darted off, finally making it out of their reach. For now, at least.
She found a small cubbyhole in the side of an old tree. She used to play in things like that a lot only it was much more comfortable back then. She climbed into the small hole and brought her knees up to her head and laid her head on her knees. "I've got to stay up," Kasumi said to herself quietly.
She chuckled. That had been the saying of one of the only friends she had back at the Shinobi clan. She remembered her vividly during one of her training sessions. Don't worry Kasumi. Relax. Stay on top of it. Be alert. She remembered Ankara's black hair falling over one of her eyes and making it only to her chin. She had been a few years older than Kasumi but had treated her like an equal despite the differences in their ages.
Then Kasumi sighed. Her friend had also become a runaway Shinobi. Kasumi remembered the day she had caught eighteen-year-old Ankara sneaking through the forest one night with a small pack slung over her shoulder. "I'm leaving Kasumi," Ankara had said. "Why?" a twelve-year-old Kasumi asked. "I'm tired," She turned around and smiled sadly. "You'll understand when you get older." And with that she had disappeared into the shadows of midnight.
I'll find you again some day Ankara, Kasumi vowed silently to herself as she began to nod, I will. Kasumi then fell into a deep sleep
Kasumi ran again. She was getting tired. She had various bloody spots over her entire body and she was steadily bleeding out of a large gash in her side. She was running...running... BAM! She ran headfirst into...Hayate? "Hayate!! Why are you doing this?" Kasumi cried. "Don't you even remember me?"
"You are dead to me," he replied coldly, venom dripping from his voice. He lifted a dagger he had hidden behind his back and...
Kasumi awoke in a cold sweat. It was dawn and the sun leaked into her hole, warming her body. She brought a hand up to her face and shut her eyes. That dream had been so real. And somewhat realistic. Hayate was so busy being wonderful Shinobi leader that he had forgotten his younger sister and had abandoned her for laws and tradition.
I'll stop him, she told herself, no matter what. She hopped out of her tree to find... a fire? Then her attention turned to a certain man sitting next to the fire, stirring the logs. "Hayabusa-san? What are you doing here?" The man happened to be Ryu Hayabusa, wandering ninja and friend to her brother Hayate.
Then she remembered Hayate was no longer the loving big brother he had once been. Kasumi carefully and hopefully unnoticeably, moved her hand to the short sword at the small of her back and slightly eased the sword out of its sheath.
"I was coming this way when I found you." Ryu said. That was Ryu. Answers always short and to the point. Let's just say, he was a man of few words. Kasumi blushed a little at being caught. "And your brother did not send me if that's what you're worried about. If I had wanted to kill you I would have killed you in your sleep. " Kasumi blushed again. That was twice in a row. The man was either very observant or Kasumi was loosing her touch. He must be VERY observant for never letting his eyes leave the fire.
"What are you here for then?" Kasumi asked, not even taking her hand away from her sword. "You could have moved on last night while I slept. I don't need your help."
"Last night proves that statement wrong," he replied coolly. "You barely made it out of that one. And Hayate is a friend, but that does not mean he is right. His chasing after you is not only wrong as but pointless."
"Why do you say that?" Kasumi asked lowering her hand.
"I doubt you have any interest in selling your family's secrets."
"How do you know that?" Kasumi tossed at him. "I know them all. I could sell them to one of their rival clans and destroy them."
"But you won't." Ryu finally looked up from the fire to meet her ruby eyes. His copper hair fell in front of his face and his eyes themselves, the same color as hers, pierced into her very soul. "You have too many ties with them. You still love your brother despite the fact that he's trying very hard to kill you, and you have friends there. Or at least former friends with families that might be standing up for you if very quietly."
He was right; she wouldn't destroy them. She wasn't that heartless. There were still people there that she cared about. "So maybe you're right. And maybe I need a little help. What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm willing to offer my assistance. I can help you stay alive and get you close enough to Hayate to talk to him. He still loves you, he's just intent on following tradition."
She laughed bitterly. "He doesn't care about me. He cares about seeing me dead. And I'm guessing that you want something in return for your help."
"No. I'm doing this for Hayate," Ryu said nonchalantly. "He DOES miss his little sister even if he's being too hard headed to see that. If he succeeds in killing you then it will drag him into the depths of Hades and it will kill his spirit."
Kasumi just looked at him for a moment. This was the most she had ever heard Hayabusa speak. And now he was going to help her. "Alright then," Kasumi said walking over to him and sitting down. "I'll accept your help but before we go to Hayate I have to do something."
"What's that?" Ryu asked.
"I need to find an old friend."
Please don't hate me . I tried. Tell me what you think and I'll most likely post another!
Disclaimer: I do not own DOA. I just borrowed the characters.
Running from memories
Kasumi was running again. She had been ever since the end of the last Dead or Alive tournament. Hayate had been absolutely ruthless in sending the entire clan after her, so much that sometimes Kasumi wondered if he even remembered that she was his little sister. As for her half-sister she couldn't say. Ayane had long since disappeared into the shadows after the death of her father.
But Kasumi couldn't think about that now. She darted from tree-to-tree dodging several ninja stars that appeared from behind her. Finally she stopped and spun around. She threw her own stars with fury, knocking some of her enemies' out of the air and taking out at least three of the assassins. She then took one of the bombs she hid about her person and threw it at the oncoming ninjas.
While the smoke was still clearing she darted off, finally making it out of their reach. For now, at least.
She found a small cubbyhole in the side of an old tree. She used to play in things like that a lot only it was much more comfortable back then. She climbed into the small hole and brought her knees up to her head and laid her head on her knees. "I've got to stay up," Kasumi said to herself quietly.
She chuckled. That had been the saying of one of the only friends she had back at the Shinobi clan. She remembered her vividly during one of her training sessions. Don't worry Kasumi. Relax. Stay on top of it. Be alert. She remembered Ankara's black hair falling over one of her eyes and making it only to her chin. She had been a few years older than Kasumi but had treated her like an equal despite the differences in their ages.
Then Kasumi sighed. Her friend had also become a runaway Shinobi. Kasumi remembered the day she had caught eighteen-year-old Ankara sneaking through the forest one night with a small pack slung over her shoulder. "I'm leaving Kasumi," Ankara had said. "Why?" a twelve-year-old Kasumi asked. "I'm tired," She turned around and smiled sadly. "You'll understand when you get older." And with that she had disappeared into the shadows of midnight.
I'll find you again some day Ankara, Kasumi vowed silently to herself as she began to nod, I will. Kasumi then fell into a deep sleep
Kasumi ran again. She was getting tired. She had various bloody spots over her entire body and she was steadily bleeding out of a large gash in her side. She was running...running... BAM! She ran headfirst into...Hayate? "Hayate!! Why are you doing this?" Kasumi cried. "Don't you even remember me?"
"You are dead to me," he replied coldly, venom dripping from his voice. He lifted a dagger he had hidden behind his back and...
Kasumi awoke in a cold sweat. It was dawn and the sun leaked into her hole, warming her body. She brought a hand up to her face and shut her eyes. That dream had been so real. And somewhat realistic. Hayate was so busy being wonderful Shinobi leader that he had forgotten his younger sister and had abandoned her for laws and tradition.
I'll stop him, she told herself, no matter what. She hopped out of her tree to find... a fire? Then her attention turned to a certain man sitting next to the fire, stirring the logs. "Hayabusa-san? What are you doing here?" The man happened to be Ryu Hayabusa, wandering ninja and friend to her brother Hayate.
Then she remembered Hayate was no longer the loving big brother he had once been. Kasumi carefully and hopefully unnoticeably, moved her hand to the short sword at the small of her back and slightly eased the sword out of its sheath.
"I was coming this way when I found you." Ryu said. That was Ryu. Answers always short and to the point. Let's just say, he was a man of few words. Kasumi blushed a little at being caught. "And your brother did not send me if that's what you're worried about. If I had wanted to kill you I would have killed you in your sleep. " Kasumi blushed again. That was twice in a row. The man was either very observant or Kasumi was loosing her touch. He must be VERY observant for never letting his eyes leave the fire.
"What are you here for then?" Kasumi asked, not even taking her hand away from her sword. "You could have moved on last night while I slept. I don't need your help."
"Last night proves that statement wrong," he replied coolly. "You barely made it out of that one. And Hayate is a friend, but that does not mean he is right. His chasing after you is not only wrong as but pointless."
"Why do you say that?" Kasumi asked lowering her hand.
"I doubt you have any interest in selling your family's secrets."
"How do you know that?" Kasumi tossed at him. "I know them all. I could sell them to one of their rival clans and destroy them."
"But you won't." Ryu finally looked up from the fire to meet her ruby eyes. His copper hair fell in front of his face and his eyes themselves, the same color as hers, pierced into her very soul. "You have too many ties with them. You still love your brother despite the fact that he's trying very hard to kill you, and you have friends there. Or at least former friends with families that might be standing up for you if very quietly."
He was right; she wouldn't destroy them. She wasn't that heartless. There were still people there that she cared about. "So maybe you're right. And maybe I need a little help. What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm willing to offer my assistance. I can help you stay alive and get you close enough to Hayate to talk to him. He still loves you, he's just intent on following tradition."
She laughed bitterly. "He doesn't care about me. He cares about seeing me dead. And I'm guessing that you want something in return for your help."
"No. I'm doing this for Hayate," Ryu said nonchalantly. "He DOES miss his little sister even if he's being too hard headed to see that. If he succeeds in killing you then it will drag him into the depths of Hades and it will kill his spirit."
Kasumi just looked at him for a moment. This was the most she had ever heard Hayabusa speak. And now he was going to help her. "Alright then," Kasumi said walking over to him and sitting down. "I'll accept your help but before we go to Hayate I have to do something."
"What's that?" Ryu asked.
"I need to find an old friend."
Please don't hate me . I tried. Tell me what you think and I'll most likely post another!