~*~This story is a Mika and Raizo fan fiction. I've been lurking reading everyone's forever. There just isn't enough! So instead of complaining I wrote one. Enjoy! All rights, and Etc. belong to the creators. I'm not making any money from this, nor do I control it. If I did I would have totally given them some make out time in Ninja Assassin, at the very least! Oh side note! This takes place a year after the original story. ~*~
The wind tugged and danced through the ninjas hair as he sat gazing out over the graves of his fallen brother's in the wee hours of the morning. Long graceful fingers pulled away the jet strands from even darker eyes. He was standing in the cool air shirtless, and not really worried about it. He was the only one here, and if he wasn't, well he could fix the problem. The ninja simply stared out over the mounds of dirt quietly contemplating his life. He was always in a mix of emotions when he surveyed the ruins of his old home. To look at it, one would never know that a year ago it was a compound that had housed a clan of vicious ninjas. The clan of the Black Sand had terrorized the nightmares of many before being brought to its end by a pair of lovely chocolate hands.
Raizo's lips tugged reluctantly as he thought of agent Coretti. He could almost here the sound of her nervous laughter when he made an off color joke about his time with the ninja's. Mika Coretti had been the light in an endless stream of darkness. There wasn't a day that he was not grateful that their common goals had caused their paths to cross. She had filled his dreams the way Ouzuno had filled his nightmares. Thoughts of Ouzuno momentarily stole his thoughts from full lips and mocha skin bringing a frown to lips that had almost pulled into a smile. His long battle with the clan was over, and his whole life lay before him. But like the night he made his first kill, he was afraid. He had spent so much time planning to bring the clan down he had no plans for what to do with his life now that it was over. In honesty he had not expected to live past that night, so what to do with himself now was a quandary that had him taking restless walks at night through clan's ancestral home.
He slid away from the make shift graves and stood amongst what chard debris was left at the compound. Dusting of the slightly baggy cotton pants he surveyed the work he had done so far. He had been clearing away the land of the debris left by the agents that Mika had brought with her that night. Sometimes with help from the locals, but mostly by himself, the land started to look less like a battle had taken place and more like a school. Raizo couldn't really give a reason for the desire to clear the area, but he knew that by the end he would know what step to take next. He stood, and he stretched toward the sky lifting loosening the tight muscles of his broad shoulders. His days had been filled with two things: clearing the land, and training. There wasn't any reason to get soft just because his clan had been decimated. There were other clans who worked with Black Sand, and would be most unhappy that he was still alive. Another reason he was glad that Mika was safe in Germany.
This time the thought of Mika brought a full smile to his lips. She truly had no idea of how brave she truly was. His mood continued to remain pleasant as thoughts of her accompanied his work. Hours spent pulling fallen pillars, clearing scattered bricks, and removing burnt beams were made easier with the picture of her smile in his mind. By the end of the day his pleasant and sometimes less then pure thoughts of the agent made it possible to ignore the pain of bloodied hands and feet. This time the pain was brought by something other then abuse. Only time would tell if the work would turn positive. He wondered if Mika would approve of everything he had done thus far.
The tired ninja shook thoughts of Mika aside. Though welcome, they were becoming more distracting. The mere thought of her wrapping her arms around him, and molding her body against his in something simple of as a hug had his body tensing. He cleared the thoughts that caused his muscles to tighten for reasons that had nothing to do with all of the effort he had exerted today. It was why he hadn't spoke to her for more then ten minutes at a time. The way she said his name over the phone caused his breath to catch and his heart to accelerate in away that left him speechless. It was a struggle to keep from saying anything suggestive when speaking to her. The anticipation of anything that she might say in return had him wanting to hear her voice in a moment of weakness intellectually he knew he couldn't afford.
Tearing his imagination of thoughts of what Mika was doing at that moment was getting to be harder. It was a dangerous path not only for him, but her as well. Wiping away the sheen of sweat from his brow, he admitted to himself if not to anyone else that the sweat had not been just from the work he had been doing. It was from trying not to give in to any impulses brought on by his rising desire for Mika. He continued to work, but this time to distract himself from thoughts of Mika. By the time he looked up he found himself in the center courtyard where he had been tied to stake when the raid had begun. He had decided not to tear it down. It would stand as a testament of the horrors that were wrought upon this very ground. It was the there the night Keriko was killed. It stood in judgment the night he was brought back, silently watching everything that had happened since the clan was made. It even mocked him at the present moment with the lurid direction his feelings for Mika were taking.
Another shake of his head was given, as he couldn't keep his mind off of her. He looked out over the work he had done that day, and wondered what she was doing at that moment…
It had been 7 days, 6 hours and 34 minutes since she had last spoke to Raizo. Not that she was counting, or course. Okay she was counting! It was driving her up the wall of the office she sat in, that he didn't contact her more. If he was playing the hard to get game then he was winning. Not only winning dominating. The ninja had her watching her phone at night like it was going to get up and walk off. She hated herself for it, but he called so infrequently that she craved the sound of his voice like other women would crave chocolate. And it had been that way for almost a year now. A whole year had gone by since she had met him, fought beside him… okay she hadn't fought but she had rescued him! Excuse her for not taking ninja 101! It was over a year ago that she had been stabbed and left to die by Ouzuno, but he never entered her thoughts. Her dreams were only filled with Raizo, and what she could be doing to him if he was with her now.
Give her a piece of her mind! She knew he felt what she was feeling. She could hear it in his voice when he tried to hurry her off the phone. The way his breath caught when she said his name just so, or the way his voice would lower when he said her name in that mix of amusement and frustration. Thick lashes closed at the memory, and she had to bite her lower lip to stop her hips from squirming in her chair. A roll of her shoulders was given, and she threw the pencil she was holding across the desk. Placing her hands behind her head she leaned back in her chair with a deep sigh. Some of it was not him. Ryan had taken her off of active duty claiming that her preoccupation with Raizo would get her killed. It wasn't true! Putting her in the field would give her more to think about other then Raizo. She could accept that she spent a lot of time wondering how he felt about her, but that did not stop her from doing her job.
Brown eyes rolled upward, and she closed her eyes. If she wasn't such a coward she would call Raizo on how he felt for her the next time she had him on the phone. Ryan had half jokingly told her that she just had a thing for dangerous men. Okay, maybe danger brought them together and he was fine. No doubt and hallelujah! But she wanted more from him then just to watch him move without a shirt. Raizo was just so closed off. Another deep sigh filled her lungs, and she let the tension in her shoulders go. Patience, she just to give him time that was all. His whole life had been one large ball of trauma and it was selfish for her to expect him to declare feelings he was still unsure of. Her gaze fell to the window of her office with a frown. She just wished it didn't hurt so bad.
A soft tap on her desk and she was pulled out of her reverie by Lt. Ryan her boss, confidant, and co-ninja conspirator. She didn't know how she would have gotten past the last yea without him. She knew that he had some feelings for her, but she was unable to give him more then friendship. Ryan seemed to respect that, and never made it an issue. It was why she could look across her desk and smile at him now.
"It's quitting time Corretti. Although I can see that you're a hundred miles away already." Ryans's leaned over to tug at a strand of her hair with a laugh. The easy smile he had for all of his agents on his face.
Warm laughter bubbled from her lips as she sat up straight and began to clear her desk away. Moving the books to the shelf and putting away random files for the case she was researching. "Yeah, you would think it would get easier…uh going through all of these file."
Ryan frowned slightly and shrugged. Clearly he didn't have the grace to ignore her slip. "It's never easy to stop thinking about someone you care for Corretti. The memories just get fuzzy. Where is he now?"
"No Clue. He won't tell me because he doesn't want me to worry…. Which only makes me worry." Mika grumbles as shut the last file into the drawer. "Seems to be a lot of over protection going on around here." She glared at Ryan he knew she was complaining about not being in the field any longer.
"The better to watch you, and keep you out of trouble with my dear. Head home, and grab a cuppa and relax. You'll speak to killer soon." Ryan smile widened at the extra dirty look that Mika threw him at his pet name for Raizo.
He rose and waited for her to get her coat. Waving her off as she headed out of the office. Once she got home she put away her brief case and government issued laptop. She went through her complete nightly routine of showing and brushing coconut oil through hair. She changed into a grey and red dorm shirt, and climbed into bed with her favorite book. Though soon she laid the book down, and started imagining Raizo's strong arms wrapping around her. Pulling her tightly against him as she squirmed between him and the sheets. Her hands began slowly sliding over her arms and over her breast picturing the path that she wanted his hands to take.
Her breath ha begun to puck up and she continued fantasy-guided tour of her own body. Fingers stroking, plucking, and teasing until a fine sheen of sweat had covered her skin. All she wanted to do was open her eyes and look up into Riazo's. Watching them darken in reflection of the same need she was feeling for him. She murmured his name softly as her finger founder her center. One hand curling into the sheets as she caressed and stroked herself until she was quivering and trembling with just the ghost memory of Riazo's touch. When she came it was his name that she screamed as she shattered and fell into millions of pieces. It was also his name she whispered as she fell a sleep dreaming of him once again.