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Chapter 1:

Samantha the stealth ninja.

The silence in the forest unnerved Samantha as she walked the worn path that many others before her took. Sighing, she pulled her cloak tight to fight back the cold of the night. The moon overhead was like a lantern lighting her way towards her destination. She was low on yen, there had to be a village somewhere. She patted her shoulders and rubbed her hands to keep warm, but alas. "Damn" Samantha turned her head slightly and closed her eyes, trying to imagine this ordeal to be over with. When suddenly, the sound of hoofs and a cart faintly emerged from behind her. This was her night! Very much indeed. She smirked with glee and stealthily hid into the outskirts of the forest, just waiting for them to pass and then, she would strike.

The travelers began to pass by, oblivious to her presence. Her eyes widened. Greed overflowed her thoughts as she watched the gold-trimmed cart slowly pass by her. It was carried by four clagsdale horses, all well groomed and black. Behind the carriage were well armored soldiers on each side, very expensive armor they wore. And not to mention they were samurai! And good lord, behind the huge samurai were six horsemen also guarding whoever may be sitting inside that awfully gaudy looking carriage. Who was in there and what's he got she wondered. She couldn't pass this up. She'd have to be crazy.

As soon as the last two horsemen began to pass her, she made her move. Silently, she emerged out from her hiding. Thinking quickly, she made multiple shadow clones to assist her. Like a hungry panther, she stalked the two last men, Once again she smirked while unsheathing her dagger and so did her clones. With one movement of the wrist, the clones were in place, surrounding the guards. 'What fools…' She thought, waiting for the opportune moment. She stayed close to the horse's backside; adrenaline was pumping through her now. Sweat was forming from her brow and onto her mask. This feeling…She loved it.

When it was time, they all ambushed the men. Perfect. Without making a sound or disturbing the horses. The shadow clones disappeared; she then soared onto the carriage and landed on the roof of the carriage without making a sound. Looming over the carriage driver, like a hawk would to its prey, she raised her arm and with a horizontal slash, she decapitated the young man. A tremor of pleasure caused her eyes to shut and she began to feel chills run down her spine, while a smile appeared on her lips. Jumping down, she put her blade away and brought out a triple barreled magnum, fully loaded and swung open the door. "Get out" She commanded with a steely voice.

A plump man with rosy cheeks trembled at the sight of her pointing the gun at him, scared for his life. Annoyed because the man was not following orders, she fired a shot near his head and yelled. "Get out now!" Without hesitating, he got out and onto his knees when she commanded it. "Take anything. It's all yours" He said, his voice stammered and stuttered. "Good…Now what ya got?" Samantha crooned while looming over the poor man. The middle-aged man cowered, while afraid for his life. "Take it, all of it, I don't care. It's whatever you want!" Samantha grinned and pressed the five pound pistol to the plump mans head. His eyes widened as he began to pray for his life. Samantha chuckled. "Ok…Everything you got on you. Literally…Take it off" Confused by her order, he slowly began to strip his chubby body.

Looking around, Samantha knew that there was more than this! "Where's your stash?" Samantha enquired, while resting her pistol on her shoulder, trigger finger still ready. The old lord pointed inside the carriage. "It's in the case, go ahead and take it" Like a giddy little girl; Samantha skipped to the carriage and jumped inside. Immediately she noticed the case. A gleam of pure greed overlapped her eyes. She went to the case and opened it slowly. It was filled, absolutely stuffed with yen! Samantha closed her eyes and looked up, holding her hands up high. "Holy crap, there is a god!" She sighed while smiling, picking up a wad of yen. She rubbed it up to her cheek and whined as if she missed it or something. "Awww, my poor baby, did you miss me?" Samantha was loving it! This could buy her a small cottage possibly; maybe even some armor and some new swords.

Caught in the moment, Samantha forgot about the old lord outside the carriage. He was trying to run away! Infuriated, Samantha shot a round at his feet, making him dance, so to speak. Startled and completely horrified, he dropped to his knees again and began to bow. "Get back here!!" The faty thought he could run away. As he bounded back, she scowled at him. She grabbed the case filled with yen and jumped out of the cart. She stood in front of him, still scowling. She put the case down and untied her pack and sat it on the ground in front of him. It fell with a –badump-, throwing a cloud of dust that covered his face. He wheezed and then looked up at her. "Fill the bag now fatso, Don't pull crap like that again or I'll blow a hole in that fat head of yours!"

The man didn't hesitate to start filling the bag. "Thank you" Exclaimed Samantha. Now turning her attention away from the cowering lord, she checked the bodies for more loot. She found nothing but the armor and katana's seemed to be of good value. Gathering the goods she cut loose one of the four clagsdale horses from the carriage. She then loaded her stuff onto the horse and then finally mounted. With a mortified expression, he watched as the phantom thief rode off into the night.

About thirty minutes by horseback, she made her way through the winding paths of the dark forest. Soon enough she saw a gate lit by paper lanterns. 'Finally, a friggen village! I can take a bath now!!' Samantha smiled warmly at the thought of a hot and relaxing retreat. And not to mention the armor and katana's she could pawn while in town made her even more ecstatic. Two guards met her at the gate and lead her into the village. "Ma'am, please state your name and occupation for safety reasons please" Samantha just realized that she has been wanted for thievery for over 3 years. She had to think fast. 'A name…a name…crap! I need a name!' The young men began to feel suspicious of her. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask for you-" "My name is Yuzue. Uhh….Uhh…Aakawa and…Uhh….I'm a geisha just passing through just to find business that's all" The two men looked at the many swords sticking out of her sides and neatly tucked away on her back. Then they looked back at each other, flabergastered. They took a minute exchanging glares from one another. "Alright then, you may pass"

"Ok bye!" Exclaimed Samantha sweetly as the gates shut behind her. "Hook line and sinker"

When entering the village, the sounds she heard let her know there was indeed a festival. The sound of children playing, music being performed, drunks, women in their kimonos and the click clack of their wooden shoes. 'Ah, memories' She thought. While trotting down the street, she thought as she was kind of dozing off, where she could stop and rest. Also where she can pawn her newly swiped items. There in the corner of her eye she spotted a young woman walking beside her. "Excuse me, but do you know where I could find an Inn and possibly a pawn shop nearby?" The cute and innocent young girl just smiled sweetly and replied. "Yes, right down this street there is a pawn shop and an Inn should be to the left on the four-way intersection" Samantha gave her a salute with her two fingers. "Thanks enjoy your night." And just as she was about to bound away, Samantha asked. "Oh, hey. Do you know what festival this is?" The girl once again smiled and replied once more. "This festival is the snow festival" Samantha nodded her head and kindly thanked her again as she raced off down the street.

At the pawn shop, Samantha tied up her horse taking note of what she had to pawn. She walked inside with her hands full. The young man behind the desk did not notice her come in. For a while there, Samantha waited to get his attention. "Hello?" The young man came out of his trance and apologized. "Sorry ma'am, what can I do for you?" Samantha grinned underneath her mask and dropped all her items on the desk at once. "What can this get me?"

Leaving with her pockets filled with yen, happy as can be Samantha, she came upon the most extravagant and most costly Inn in the village. "Sakura Inn huh?" Samantha said to herself. Samantha shrugged and sighed a long sight. "Bath!" And so she would get. Samantha did not put any waste in her money. She got the most expensive room in the Inn. Oh yeah, she was in heaven. She set her stuff down on her bed and began to unwind. "Ok" She said in one big huff. "Time for me time."

Exhausted from her excursion, Samantha began to walk to the bathroom. While doing so, she slowly began to strip herself of her clothes, leaving a trail leading to a steamy abyss. She leaned back into the water and allowed for her hair to get wet. She came back up with a relived exhale that lingered in the bathroom. She was tense all over. This was all she really needed some relaxation and complete tranquility. Sitting on her knees, the warm water soothed her aching shoulders. She grabbed the soap and worked it into a thick lather in her hands. She lifted her head and began to wash her shoulders, then her arms. She stood up and began to wash her perfectly formed body. She opened her eyes. White…Through the steam her red pupils began to glow. They gleamed. Looking down at her body, she carefully began to wash her legs. Her stitches were becoming loose a bit. Then it made her think as she looked into the mirror on the sliding wood and paper door.

She realized or actually remembered that she was not normal. Sadness filled her eyes as she touched the stitches that ran up the edges of her beautiful almond shaped eyes. And also the stitches on both sides of her mouth, they lead all the way up her jaw bone and to her ears. Also she noticed her stitches on her legs and her neck…and her wrists…and her back. She sat back down and then laid down in the water. She looked up to the ceiling…trying to heal the internal stab in her heart. She held herself and closed her eyes. Her raven black hair floated along with her, surrounding her.

It made her feel free. But why…Why did she have to look like…this? She has always been self conscious about the way she looked. She thought that she was ugly, but what she did not see was a beauty that could not be matched. All she wants is…is someone like…her. Someone just like her. She shook it off and got out of the tub.

After she was dressed, she started to dry her hair when she heard a loud –boom- outside. Samantha opened her window to see what was going on. There were fireworks! Beautiful shades of blue, red, green, yellow, orange and purple lit up the sky. Everyone outside was watching. Samantha has not seen this before…It was beautiful! All the kids outside were running a muck while parents were swooning and holding hands. Samantha was too emotionally broken down to watch anymore. So then she sunk into her bed and closed her eyes. She rested with ease.