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"You'll pay for that, Onee-chan!" The Purple haired Ayane snarled.
I'm sorry, Ayane-chan... Kasumi thought tearfully, wiping back the hand that held the kunai - the blade dripped wet in crimson from blade to hilt. The deep gash on her little sister's side.
Ayane wasn't herself anymore, years of chasing after her elder sister, now led to this moment. All the animosity, the emotion, the raw anger that still seethed to this day, now free from their confines.
Bloodied and battered, the purple tengu unsheathed her wakizashi.
The blade gleamed in the pale moonlight, a monsters fang that thirst for blood. Her blood.
"Ayane, Please!" Kasumi tried to reason with her sister, calling out to the sweet little girl within her. She's still in there. She had to be in there.
The Hunters arrived, like specters out of the shadows, they descended on the older Kasumi who had failed to sense her presence due to her concern and attention all focused on her little sister.
This will end it! They collectively snarled. But -
"WAAUUUGGH!" By Ayane's steel swift descent scattered them in a rain of body parts and blood. She laughed as the blood of her own comrades showered her like spring rain.
Her mad cackles caused a fear to rise within the copper brown haired girl that gripped her heart in an icy-cold grip. Ayane-chan was...dead.
"Forgive me, Ayane-chan. I shall uphold my duty as an older sibling and release you. May the gods forgive me."
She brought up the same bloodstained kunai holding the knife like an inexperience shinobi. With one final cry of "Forgive me!" lunged forward. Both sisters moved in sync, Ayane, her blade held with the expertise of a highly-trained ninja of the Hajin Mon Sect.
Tears fell like tiny little droplets like crystals from the brunette's eyes. In her heart, she was screaming. FORGIVE ME!
...
Jake Kashima peddled with the speed of an Olympic cyclist down the cold, winter felt streets of Japan.
If there was one thing he hated about his life is never being there on time which he calls "I was not fast enough" sickness. It seemed to run in the family.
For Jake Kashima, it was a curse yet a blessing at the same time. A couple of times being late had actually saved him; that one time when he was running late to the office had saved him from being caught in a car accident taking place on the street he crossed to get to the train station.
"They could at least be a little more lenient..." He said, cursing his employers. Working in the private sector wasn't all stars and rainbows.
At 22 years old, Jake Kashima was a complicated young man with a swimmer's body build standing at 1.75 cm's with long, crew cut brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore a neutral expression which he'd relax into a smile occasionally. The most apt description of him would be laid-back most of the time, and laser focused when needed to. People generally avoided him because they couldn't know what he was thinking most of the time or what he's really like with his constant paradigm shifts in personality. He had his quiet moments, had his loud moments and even his funny moments - traits some considered unusual - but Jake Kashima couldn't be narrowed or placed in any category of personalities on the list.
A Cyber Security Analyst working for a Private Company, the salary kept him fed, paid the bills and the rent, the title "Cyber Security Analyst" sounded fancy but was far from it. Working 10 hours a day backing up documents, creating copies of said documents, debugging the system, maintaining the firewall; the numbers don't stop coming!
He stopped to catch his breath, angling the bike so the handles pressed against the wall. The cold air felt nice on his hot, sweaty skin. Jake undid the zip of his trench coat the using it to fan himself. It was one of those days he forgot tonight was his girlfriends event, some journalistic awards or something, he had promised to go with her and completely forgotten about it; Hence, why he was in such a hurry.
"Oh, now I'm late..." She's gonna PISSED with the capital P.
As if on cue, his cellphone rang forcing him to sigh.
Caller ID: Sachi-chan
"Speak of the devil," said Jake.
"Hey babe..." He answered.
"Don't 'hey, babe' me - Where the hell are you, the event's already starting."
Jake scratched his head from embarrassment and from having have to meet his girlfriend for 2 years constant - sometimes impossible - demands.
"Yeah, about that you see they had this work thing at the office and I had to - "
"Y-you know, save it! I don't want to hear it. As of now, you and I are over."
"Hello, babe. H-hello! Can you - she hung up on me..." The young man stared at his phone speechless.
Jake and Sachi first met when she was assigned to write a piece about him. 'A Prodigy rises - Jake Kashima, the Bill Gates of Cyber Security.' Having read some of her articles or "pop piece editorials", he noted somethings were greatly exaggerated. That's the media for you. Real journalism died the same way the American conscience died with Robert, Martin and John. God he loved that line, although it wasn't a terrible movie, it still had its flaws.
Running a hand through his sweaty face, he breathes in deeply and exhaled slowly. He's calm for now. Today wasn't his day.
And it's about to get much worse.
Passing the gates into his complex, Jake parked his bike next beside the guard post which had a bike parking. After securing it and checking it twice, starts his way to the elevator.
"Oh, good evenin' young Jake. How yer doin?"
He was met by his landlady at the elevator. "Oh, Hi there, Fumiko-obaasan. I'm fine, just not having a good day today." He said.
"Oh, is it now. I'm sorry to hear that." She had a look of pity on her wrinkled face. "Oh by the way, have ya got a pet in the apartment, Jake? Some of the tenants are complaining about a noise in your apartment. You know pets aren't allowed but I don't see you as being the kind to break the rules now, would ye?"
That was strange. He wasn't aware of having any pets in his apartment. With his work schedule, he barely has time for himself.
"Ah, no, I don't think so, ma'am." He quirked a brow. "I'll look into it, in the mean time please call the police - just in case." He added.
"Okay, Jake." Fumiko-obaasan nodded.
What is it? An Intruder?! the thoughts swam in his mind as he thought of the possibilities. I mean I did make a few TV appearances and newspaper columns but those things are highly exaggerated.
Ding!
The elevator stopped at his floor. He peeled himself off the wall which he unconsciously had backed into. God, he wished it'd just absorb him. That way he wouldn't have to deal with the intruder.
"And erase a sorry excuse of a human being that I am..." he said morbidly.
He quickly backed away from the door of his apartment like a cat. Someones definitely inside and...crying? He couldn't make out what it was other than the person was sobbing and saying something unintelligible.
Jake looked around for anything he could use as a weapon. While he isn't an advocate of hitting someone when their in distress, he certainly didn't subscribe to having a complete stranger and possible danger to his life in his apartment.
"Right," he exclaimed after finding a...broom? Okay, it wasn't his best of ideas but anything is better than CQC with a burglar. He barely could hold his own against his brother-in-law (damn jerk off) he wasn't gonna be a Navy SEAL now and charge in guns blazing going 'Get down, Motherfucker!"
Jake gulps, extending one hand to the knob. "Easy, Jake. It's probably nothing...probably just a mouse." Yeah, big ass mouse that can cry like a human. He twists it - creeaaakkk - Oh, fuck it!
"YAAAHHH, freeze sucker!" Wha - That's definitely not a mouse.
THWAP!
Boom!
Crash!
"Aah, Gomenasai!"
...
"Ayane-chan...Ayane-chan...!" She couldn't do it. In the end, she was too weak. Kasumi loved her little sister too much.
She cradled the unconscious purple head in her arms. She kisses Ayane on the forehead while profusely apologizing.
Blood flowed like a river, the blade embedded in her gut. Kasumi made sure to miss all vital organs but due to the heavy injuries suffered by her sister...she's most likely dead, regardless where the brunette would had struck.
"Nee-chan..." Ayane drifted between life and death, croaked her sister. "Nee-chan..." Tears streamed down her face, she brought a hand to cup her Onee-chan's cheek. All those years, wasted on pointless fighting - Kasumi for her pride and Ayane for all her anger - to have this one moment where they could act like sisters.
"I'm sorry...Kasumi-neechan..." Ayane choked.
Not yet!
There's still time. Ayane can still be saved. There's still time. "There's still time."
Lifting her sister up, she did her best with the medical supplies she had at hand and bandaged the wounds to the best of her abilities - right now, that blade in her gut is what's keeping her sister alive. She needed to find someplace. Someplace quiet where she could use ninpo on Ayane.
Her trained eyes homed in on the dark apartment two floors above her. "Two floors." She said hopefully. It's like jumping over a small puddle for her. "Hang on, little sister." She said to the once again unconscious Ayane. And with effortless grace, she leapt from the rooftop to and through the window of the apartment.
Glass shards sliced into her delicate skin as she burst through in a hail of broken window shards. She gritted her teeth and swallowed the pain, her sister took priority.
Setting Ayane gently on one of the couches, she began tearing through the apartment leaving no stone un-turned.
For a normal bachelor pad, this place was well stocked in medical supplies. She immediately found the things she needed. "Yosh!" All the ingredients, prepared. Now..."the healing."
Kasumi worked quickly, all those years of being relentlessly pursued by her clansmen - fending for herself, cleaning her own wounds, showed as she worked on cleaning and bandaging the minor wounds. Then she stitched the cut on her side just below the rib cage. "Nnggh!" Ayane groaned and shifted. Kasumi held the girl down in fear of reopening the recently sewed wound - she was halfway done.
Blood flowed out from the half-sewn cut. "Please, Ayane." She tearfully begged.
After a minute or two of struggling, the girl finally stopped. Her breathing was still shallow and raspy. Kasumi was done within half a minute stitching the wound. Next was the one that she worried about the most.
"If only I had someone to help me..."
Creeaakk Her trained sense picked up the secondary presence in the room excluding her sister.
Based on her deduction, the person was on the defensive but still could present a threat to her sister if she wasn't careful.
She'll have to neutralize it without resorting to extreme prejudice.
Kasumi ducked behind the only arm chair in the apartment.
YAAAHHH, freeze sucker!
She swung out from behind the arm chair, hand blindly grabbing the first thing she could grab and with all the strength in her lithe body threw it.
THWAP!
Boom!
Crash!
...
"Aah, Gomenasai!"
It was just a civilian, most likely the owner of this apartment. She just hit a civilian.
Kasumi knelt beside Jake's fallen form on the ground, "I'm sorry!" She apologized.
Jake wasn't feeling very lucky. He had just been struck by 40-wheeler. "Someone better get that number of that truck that just hit me..." He drawled out painfully. Kasumi helped the IT expert up to his feet. He stumbled a little, she caught him.
The first thing he felt was a warm palm over his forehead where he'd just been struck. The touch so soft, so warm. Then he saw her eyes, wide and brown, her triangular features suggested she was Caucasian of different background.
"I'm sorry." She said.
Kasumi has been apologizing since hitting him with a phone book.
She noted the mess at the entrance, a rather expensive looking antique vase now in piece on the wooden floor. The table which said vase had been on, broken. She winced as she calculated the cost of damage repair. And she didn't like it at all.
"AYANE!" Then she remembered her original purpose here. "Please, help my sister...M-my sister...she's hurt. Please!" Her speech was all over the place, Jake had a hard time understanding her while fighting the throbbing pain in his head.
A phone book? He thought, seeing the fist double fist thick yellow page on the floor. "Note to self, get rid of phone book."
His focus shifted to the girl in front of him. She was beautiful was his first analysis of the female in his apartment. Bright reddish-brown hair, doe brown eyes, cute feature - a mixture between hot and cute. Oh, and sweet voice.
Her attire was entirely strange to him, the top part hugged tightly over her torso, showing a well endowed chest, trailing his way down her slender waist, his face was heating up as he made his way further south to her attire's bottom, a dress with had a long slit running down the side showing the creamy flesh of her thighs and shapely legs.
"Please..." Her face was in distraught. "My sister." He was being dragged in his own apartment to the living room.
The wounded sleeping beauty was lying unconscious on his couch, his eyes fell on the blade embedded in her gut, his first thoughts, "We should get her to a hospital!"
"No, please - they'll take her away!" Kasumi seized Jake's wrist. He winced at the bone crushing force exerted. For someone so gentle...!
"O-okay, no hospital - please...let go...wrist...painful.." He gasped, Kasumi realizing what she was doing quickly let go of the young man who took his wrist back.
A minute later, he kneels down. This beauty on his couch, was unlike anything he's ever seen. So exquisite, so rare, it almost feels like she'll disappear if he so much as touched her. That's how unbelievable this whole situation was to him. Two insanely otherworldy beauties in his apartment. Smells like the setup for a cliche harem anime.
"Okay, no hospital because you know who's gonna take her away - but we still gotta help her."
Her face lit up, an idea popping in her head, he felt an unfamiliar chill creep up his back. Kasumi covered the distance between their faces, her lips hovered just above his. "I know what to do - just listen to me and do as I say..." Too close, too close!
"Okay."
...
Extract from Jake's Journal.
I'm not sure how to start this thing.
Hello...I guess.
Jake Kashima, Former SDF turned IT genius.
Before I became who I am today, I was a scrawny kid in High School with little to no Self Confidence (Remark: Writing this after two bottles of Corona and some warm Sake) - I enlisted shortly after High School. I gained a few pounds (In muscle mass!) and felt pretty good about myself. (I'm rambling)
That's it I guess.
...
Extract from Jake's Journal #2
Wow, how long haven't I written in this thing. It's caught dust and smell's like mothballs. (Scratch that, Mothballs are ten times more pleasant that what this smells like)
So, I got a job. That's great. IT Security - How cool is that? (actually it's not that cool)
A friend from college hooked me up with this IT Company - Do..tec, Die Tech or something like that.
Pays good. People are good. Except that Receptionist though - She's hot but her attitude ain't that swell.
...
It's been a while since he's written in his Journal.
Maybe it's because he hadn't the time for it. Not with the busy schedule the Company keeps him on after his rise to fame. While he stills prefer to stay out of the lime light. Others were constantly egging him to go to these events where he had to stand in front of a crowd and deliver a speech. That's what his assistant was there for.
And the bosses don't seemed to mind - so he was in the clear.
But still, reading back on his old logs. He's really come this far.
While his living quarters may not show it, the young man was pretty content. Money and the lavish lifestyle meaning nothing to him.
Before this whole own apartment thing, he lodged with an old roommate (also former bully) for 2 years and his desk was an orange box.
That's right an orange box!
"Maybe I should write something in it." He contemplated.
But...
"Ano, I know it's not much but here I made this." The dish was a simple chicken with fried chicken dish. The girl, formally known as Kasumi - no last name - stared anxiously to the side with a small pink tint spreading on her cheeks. The girl parked the dish on the small table in the living room where he was sitting sifting through his old journal after finding it cramped between the cushions on the couch.
This evening had shown him a great many strange things; all started with this cute, beautiful, girl that had somehow ended up in his apartment. Note: I spent the last 15 minutes after the treatment looking around for a hidden camera - found none except for a broken window.
"About the window I'll - "
"Don't worry about it," Jake interrupted. He lifted one hand in apology. "Don't worry about it - I can pay for that. Just worry about your sister.
Kasumi relaxed a bit, letting out a small sigh. "Um...If you don't eat the meal's gonna get cold."
Oh right, he remembered.
"Itadakimasu." He prayed and dug in. He tore a piece of chicken with the chopstick.
"You know it's rude to stare when others are eating."
Kasumi realized this and squeaked. "Eek -" But her sentence was cut short when the young man placed the same piece of chicken he had torn into her mouth.
Jake watched her face change into one of bliss. "Mmm." She moaned, before reality brought her back down.
She was about to say something about putting things in a woman's mouth when her tummy made a rather unexpected sound. She quickly slapped both her hands onto her stomach and looked down in absolute horror and embarrassment. Her antics although childish seemed to suit her.
"I'm sorry I - "
"What are you apologizing for?" He asked.
"You know because..."
"For being hungry, it's obvious you need this more than I do." He said matter-of-factly, pushing the plate in her direction. "Here, you eat."
"Heh...N-no, I am a guest -"
"In my apartment, so eat it. No buts."
She continued to protest but Jake cut her off, "A ta ta ta, no buts. Eat up." He chided her a child not wanting to eat her vegetables. Kasumi pouted which caused him to chuckle. And eat she did, begrudgingly. But she seemed more happy though which was good.
"Hmph, Jake you meanie." He didn't realize they were on the first name base. But his first name did come before his surname and calling him 'Kashima-san' would make him feel old. And weird.
"Meanie?" He chuckled. "You seem perfectly happy while eating."
He saw her face flush immediately and if you listen closely made a 'poof' sound. "T-that's because you asked me too, Baka." She said but quickly clamped a hand over her mouth after realizing she was being rude again.
"Ah, I'm sorry. It's just a - "
"A lot's happened. Yeah, I get the feeling." said Jake.
...
Kasumi got the feeling that Jake was trustworthy; Gen Fu once told her a kind person can be two-faced at times. But there are instances when someone is genuine - you'll know it when you're near them.
But somehow, she still had this feeling there was more to this young man than he lets on whether he knows it or not.
"J-Jake, I...uh, how do I say this...C-can you look after Ayane-chan for me; just for a few days." Kasumi bowed.
If there was one thing he hated most, it was people begging for help; there's no begging needed, human beings should automatically help even without being asked to. Because it's the right thing to do.
While it maybe an inconvenience due to his rather cramp apartment; it is a bachelor pad after all - but he can't turn down someone regardless of the situation (which was still unknown to him) one's hurt and will probably immobile for awhile. The other...
"Fine," Is just a mystery.
"I've got to meet someone to discuss a possible cease fire while Ayane-chan recovers - Oph!" Kasumi eyes widen, a hand quickly clasped over her mouth like a girl letting something slip.
"Ceasefire?"
...
Extract from Jake's Journal.
So, apparently - Ninja's exist.
Dead or Alive tournament; yeah, I've heard of that. If you haven't, go to the internet search it up and click on the first match you see.
So, this DOA thing is basically one big gladiator match - and of course there is the ridiculous costumes that highlights a lady's...curves. And it rakes in a lot of money. And Kasumi, Ayane are currently the top two competitors in the tournament.
So DOATEC acknowledges the existence of Ninjas, and it doesn't stop there; Chakra, Mantras and Ki actually exist?! Wow (Shocker).
Majority of the contestants are women: An internationally wanted assassin, a daughter of a CEO big shot and ninjas.
I was wrong; world's more fucked up than it is if this is the new rage.
...
This was just too much for Jake to take in. He's been living under a rock for so long and he didn't even realize it.
Doatec (The same company he works for) is also sponsoring a martial arts tournament; that would explain his friend Takehito's photos of women in bikini's in his phone and that freaky collage he keeps on his cubicle. So aside from fighting each other, they grant leaves for the competitors to some island in the pacific where to promote the tournament do stuff like waltz in skimpy swimsuits and play volleyball and frolic in the sun and sand while expert gravure directors shoot and sell the videos and photo's as merchandise.
It was one thing to the next and each one just seem to threaten to destroy his mind.
He's seen the posters and thought it was just some video game that's the new hype.
"You really have no idea do you, Jake?"
Nope, he shook his head. Now his tea was cold.
He got up to make a fresh pot when Kasumi stopped him. "Jake, thank you." Her smile was so serene, so honest. He nearly dropped his cup but luckily managed to regain himself quickly.
"I-it's nothing."
Kasumi smiles and giggles at his flustered state. "Would you like some more tea?"
She nodded. "Hai."
-0000-
Ayane felt like she was crawling through a mud pit.
The alarm clock rang incessantly at her bedside - Wait? Alarm Clock!?
Her whole body - alarmed, reached out to turn off the annoying device.
"- So annoying, ugh!" She muttered half-awake.
*STING* "ARGH-!" She fell back onto bed with her whole body shaking and crying out in pain.
*Click*
*Creak*
Ayane squeezed her eyes shut; she didn't account for the single tear to escape her eyes. Period. She made no move to wipe it. 'Then they'll know I'm awake...!' She thought.
The purple-haired tengu planned her next move. Carefully and deliberately.
First, she would hit them in the throat with an open palm knife hand; crushing their trachea. Because she was in neck deep in enemy territory, she'd be unarmed -
'But not helpless!'
The anticipation for them to touch her; to reach out their hands to caress and violate every part of her body was repulsive yet the excitement to rip them to shreds before the distance between their lecherous hands and her skin were even to be within an inch was too hard to contain.
She heard the footsteps approaching the bed. Here it comes; time to put her plan into action.
'They wouldn't know what hit'em...' She thought darkly. Hiding the evil smirk that touched her lips as she lay in an angle that kept her face hidden.
And. Here. We. Go!
She launched faster than humanly possible.
Palm out. *Crack* There was a satisfying crack to when her palm connected to her victim's throat. The victim let out a gasp trying to draw breath through his crushed windpipe.
She disappeared; bursting into thin air then reappearing behind him - one hand under his chin; the other behind his head - she twisted his head while the body remained immobile.
A resounding crack reverberated through the room followed by a thud - she kicked the body to the ground, snarling like a mad wolf.
It is what she'd like to picture happen. But the reality is far more grounded that one would think.
*STING* "- FUCK!"
"Augh!" Their foreheads collided painfully like two steam trains on a railroad at high speed together followed by a resounding thud.
Kasumi giggled as she plastered the band-aid onto her sister's forehead. The girl had knocked herself unconscious - which was saying a lot considering no ones ever had the pleasure of doing that. Though, he wasn't so sure about the pleasure part. Jake pressed the ice pack to his forehead, wincing from the cold.
Ayane looked different now that from her blood-crazed state; that feral grin - it scarred her. She didn't want to lose her sister.
Jake saw the regret and pain that swam in Kasumi's pool of gentle brown.
"I'll be outside," He said than stood up and left.
Ayane had accidentally spilled the water Jake was bringing her and the painkillers when she struck him; the loose black t-shirt clung to her figure in the most provocative way around her chest. The purple haired shinobi was not wearing a bra. He could see the outline of her nipples erect from the water and the air-conditioning. Damn it...
Once he was gone, Kasumi sat her sister up and proceeded to change Ayane's shirt careful while she does it.
That night, both parties would not get any sleep.
Jake with more questions than answers from Kasumi's explanation. And Kasumi on what her next course of action was.
-0000-
Morning came, Jake felt more tired than usual.
Last night had been crazy, he came home finding two wounded beauties in his living room - after being struck by a phone book. He chuckled at the impossibility of such a thing happening. He's just tired and his mind was playing tricks.
"Aahh - Oh, no!"
Or, was it!
The noise came from the kitchen, he could hear the oil boiling in the pan and...humming?
That was strange, did Sachi come home last night? He wondered.
You and I are over!
Yeah, nope. He dismisses the thought with a sigh and a shake of his head.
Then...who was in the kitchen?
"It can't be..."
"Oh, Morning Jake."
It is.
"Y-you're still here?"
Kasumi pouted, "That's rude, Jake."
Jake was still confused, only more so now than before, scratching his head to show his confusion. So it was not a dream, there are two girls in his apartment - one sleeping on his bed - and the other currently making him breakfast with the bacon he got a few days ago and something he was sure he didn't get cause he doesn't know how to buy it - fish.
"Sorry, good morning..." He forgot what her name was.
"Kasumi. At your service, Jake Kashima-san."
They sat at the table after Jake cleaned up and brushed his teeth; Kasumi set aside some miso soup and grilled fish for Ayane while she and Jake had bacon and eggs. He had to hand it to her; she was pretty good - even if it was just bacon and eggs.
"How is she?" He asked.
"Ayane-chan, she's fine - she's doing a lot better today." She replied with a yawn. She didn't get any sleep at all.
Jake took a sip from his coffee (he's not a tea person) "Kasumi, right?" said Jake. "Why don't you take the day off and get some sleep. I'll look after Ayane."
Kasumi responded, "Oh, no, no. I can't Jake-san. That'll be placing a lot on your shoulders and besides you've allowed me and Ayane to stay here and we are grateful - and you've help plenty with her treatment so..." She yawned again.
Yup, that's it. She's having the rest of the day off. No arguments.
He abruptly stands up from his seat, pushing the chair back as he did. Wrapping one hand around her wrist, he begins to drag her; not rough enough to solicit a violent response but also Kasumi didn't offer much resistance; she knew he meant well.
Jake sits the copper-brown haired girl down on the couch which he slept on. He puts her feet up, making her lie perpendicular; she still protests like a child saying she's not sleepy at all. He just shoots her a doubtful look. The young man lies her down draping the covers her.
"B-but..." He pushes her head down on the pillow. It was funny because his mom had a hard time putting him to sleep when he was a kid; he recalls the fond memory, smiling at the irony.
"J-Jake, I -"
"Sleep." He cut her off mid-sentence, pushing her head down with his index finger on her forehead. Then pulling the covers over the copper haired girl. Thankfully he had switched the drapes the previous days in favor for darker one, it allowed for easier rest - especially at nights when he pulled them close. One couldn't even make out the outlines of their own hands in that darkness.
"Sleep, Kasumi." Jake said like a parent. And he almost busted out as as soon as he said that Kasumi pressed her head back onto the pillow like any good child that didn't want to anger their parents. Her soft snores followed after, and Jake wasn't sure if he wanted to be surprised or not at all.
Honestly, he watched exasperatedly as the copper haired girl went out like a light bulb. "Then again, she was up all night." He properly draped the covers over her dropping slightly under her neck.
Ayane stirred in her bed; she slowly regain consciousness - she recalled what happened before -
"FUCK!"
"AUGH!"
She grimaces at the band-aid on her forehead - luckily her violet bangs did a good job of covering that; now if only she could find her headband.
*Click*
*Creak*
"Morning," said Jake entering to find the tengu awake.
Author's note: Welp, another DOA fic; this time everyone's favorite (sort of) purple-haired Shinobi. No reason really as to why I wrote this; it just came to mind and wouldn't leave me alone.