Indigo
There was only two rules, fight with honour, never surrender. A rule of combat, a rule of the ninja, a rule of her life, the very rules which consumed her.
Everything had changed, her hair, her eyes, her smile, there wasn't much that would associate her with her former life. Her hair was no longer long and a beautiful pale blonde but rather bore the un natural colour of Indigo, and was cut short, being brushed to one side and held down with firm hair gel. With the help of contacts, her eyes were now a deep shade of purple, one might say also indigo as well. Her outfit oozed style yet was entirely strategically placed, a short leather miniskirt, a long sleeved midrift top and short boots, all indigo. Inclusive to this outfit was a three quarter black pair of tights and purple ankle boots.
The skirt was short so she could move easily, her hair short so it wouldn't block her vision, the top held several pockets to carry small shurikens, the tights were placed so several belts containing weapons could be attached to her legs in comfort and the were boots to carry bo shurikens.
Finally around her waist she had on a large belt which held two pistol pouches, which contained two hi power, 9 millimetre browning guns and another pouch containing refills. Then of course on her back she carried a katana which she firmly held in place.
This is how it was now; this is how it would be. She was now nothing more than a figment, a ghost, a colour... now she went by the name Indigo, thus her colour scheme. Around her neck was the last remanent of her past life, a golden locket the contained in it a picture, the last tie that she had with them, the protectors, the senshi.
Indigo finished wiping the blade that was covered in crimson from her latest kill. The corpse was lying on the ground near the warmth of the fireplace, a pool of warm crimson blood gently oozed from the body and pooled over the wooden floors. It was her latest kill, a millionaire who had been selling drugs to school children, that was her other rule, never kill the innocent. This made her different from the rainbow brotherhood of which she was a part.
This was her life now; she had honed her skills until she could enter a building, take out her target with another person in the room and leave with them none the wiser. And while she had learnt that she had unknowingly let pieces of herself slip away.
Or rather stored them deep, deep in the crevices of her heart in hopes that one day, one day she would be able to let them out again, but she couldn't, not yet, not until she had escaped, herself.