If you've read my story, the Assassin Fist of Ragnarok, then you'll probably know what has happened so far. A boy named, Hadji Nakamura. Who was orphaned at the age of five after watching his parent's gory murder, was adopted by the Assassin brotherhood. His master sends him as a middle man in a battle with Kenichi Shirahama against Ragnarok.

He begins to remember that his little sister, Himika, was kidnapped instead of murder so he has made it his goal to hunt down whoever took her and avenge their parent's death.

Little does he know that his quest will bring him into an all out war between Kastujinken and Satsujinken. And since he is the middle man with both of their abilities, he will be the biggest target...

... That is if anyone can find him.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Kenichi the mightiest disciple or the Assassin's creed series, nor do I own any of the names used besides those of my Original Characters.

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Chapter 1

The Ninja vanishes

It was a cool, dark night. The winds of Japan leave a calming presence upon Ryozanpaku. Each of its inhabitants rest peacefully in the night knowing of the dangers of the world, but not worried. The place had many bedrooms, most of them empty but ready for an inhabitant brave enough to live here. No matter how quiet the dorm house is, not everyone is awake.

A shadow disturbed the light blue glow against the woodwork. It sped through the halls as if it were just a bird overhead.

The skies were clear...

The shadow sped at full speed hiding itself within the shadows, completely invisible. Then it took off again around the corner going from shadow to shadow and not leaving enough time for it to be seen in the moonlight. A room at the end of the hall is his target. "Shigure's room." The sign above the door.

The shadow stops in the shadow of a pillar overlooking the yard and the tatami door suddenly slid open a crack. There was another blur and the shadow swooped inside the room without tripping the booby traps beneath the doorway.

The room was completely filled with different weapons, sizing from needles to long spears. Weapons of all kind would be fantastic for such a skilled infiltrator, but he is not looking for such weapons.

No.

He is looking for a rather unique weapon of his own, for it was time for him to leave this place. Upon entering the room the shadow flies across the room without a sound and suddenly a tiny glint flies overhead and hits the ceiling. Then the item, which was a prong from a dinner fork, landed in the black figure's hand and he pockets it as he hears a click throughout the entire room. The arrows which would have come out of the suits of armor were now deactivated as well as all of the room's other surprises.

The figure raises his head to look around and spots a small wooden box. Kanji lettering painted on the box clearly read, "Do not touch." But the contents of that box were exactly what he was looking for. Like a flash he dashed across the room and knelt down in front of the box. The gloves of his hands lift up the lid and he peeked inside to see the treasure which was his anyway.

A pair of pitch black arm guards lay in the red velvet of the box. All the intricate vine like details of the arm guards brought lots of emphasis to the triangle shaped symbol in the middle. This was the symbol of the Assassin's brotherhood. And this ninja like infiltrator is the assassin whom they belong to. He reached inside and quickly slipped his hands through the hole studying their elegance with a sense of missing them so.

There was no time to admire his long lost tools just yet, knowing this room's inhabitant it wouldn't be long before she woke up and tried to stop him. He turns to the door and makes a quick dash before opening it a crack again and squeezing through, then a quick jump land him in the Ryozanpaku yard. Still not far enough.

He runs to the low wall surrounding the dojo then he jumped onto it. He then looks back and sees that no one is following him. There is no presence anywhere, but he still isn't far enough.

He made another huge leap landing on the apartment roof across the street and began running. Once he got to the edge of the roof he jumped across to the other one, still not far enough. He kept running looking over his shoulder and feeling for any Chi in the area, but he isn't followed. The ninja allowed himself to get all the way to the park until finally he judge that he was far enough. He stepped onto the edge of the roof and dropped down to the alleyway below.

The moonlight shined on him revealing his all black uniform. His blue jeans and tennis shoes. His black utility belt that went across his black hoodie like a harness, that held his shuriken. The blue glow shined down on his skull like mask that hid his face completely. Absolutely no skin showed.

He removed his gloves and stuffed them inside his backpack along with his chest harness, then he neatly covered his utility belt with his hoodie and then he took an admiring look at his arm guards once again.

One flick of the wrist revealed this armorment's significance. A black blade extended from the wrist of each gauntlet with a silent sound unlike many other assassins whose hidden blades made a ping sound. He sighed with relief, smiling underneath his mask then flicks his wrist again, deactivating his weapon.

He touched his finger to the ear of his mask and then he spoke. "Virus team, this is Shi no Kage. I've retrieved the package and now moving to the eagle's nest."

"Very good Hadji." The deep voice of the Master sounded on the other end. "We await your return. We'll talk then."

Hadji nodded and removed his mask and hood, revealing his black hair that flipped over his left eye. He looked up at the moon and closed his eyes thinking back on what drove his to this decision.

He was lying in his bed the day after his battle with Ragnarok. His body ached and a sour taste was in his mouth and stayed there. Whatever caused this illness must have been a powerful virus. He asked Akisame what caused it, but he simply said the flu was going around, which he didn't believe because Hadji hadn't gotten sick since he was adopted by the brotherhood.

Nevertheless he took Akisame's advice and stayed in bed to rest, drinking plenty of water. In no time at all he recovered and planned to leave and resume his normal life. He had to look for Himika now, but one thing was first. He had to get back his hidden blades, although if he wanted them back he had to earn them, which meant defeating the sword prodigy, Shigure Kosaka. Which he tried and failed at multiple times before.

It was then he decided to plan a heist for his weapons. He crawled under the tatami floors finding all of the hidden traps and figuring out the room's secrets. Then he took action without uttering a word of what he was up to or even giving anyone warning of his intentions to leave. He resumed his training with Shigure during the day then at night he took action.

Shigure made it clear that she had feelings for him and cared about him, but their polar opposite principals simply made it impossible. His feelings for her were undecided. He did like her, but he didn't want to distract himself. Since they led near opposite life styles she was just another possible enemy that would try to kill him.

He looked back down at the tan cover that leaned up against the brick wall. He approached it and threw it off revealing his black motorcycle which was his own, even if it was stolen. He mounted his vehicle and held his helmet in his hands about to put it on, but then.

"You're good." Said a familiar voice.

He looked back and was not surprised to see that Shigure had followed him. Her pink kimono clung to her curves as usual and her stunning face was lit light blue in the moonlight. A narrow package was in her hands, which meant she was here to challenge him.

"My mission is over." He replied. "It's time for me to go home."

"Why don't you... stay?" She asked getting closer.

He rolled his eyes. "You know why. I have a job to do! I have to find! My sister!"

She closed in even more with he usual blank stare. Her intentions were unclear.

"I'm not in the mood to fight you." He replied.

She stopped and stared at him for a moment.

"I care about you... Hadji." She replied. "The others call it a crush... If that's what it's called... Then yes."

He shook his head. "We could never be together, Shigure. And... I don't even know why you like me. I'm a satsujinken and you're a katsujinken. You fight to stop people like me. So we could never be together."

"I like you because... of your heart." She replied stepping closer within his reach.

He chuckled at that. "My heart. hehehe. All I've ever heard about my heart was that it was filled with vengence and rage."

"Because of that you care about the weak." She replied taking another step. "You may be angry... but despite all that... you're really nice."

He shook his head again. "I'm sorry, Shigure. The only thing I want right now is to find Himika."

She twirled her toe recalling something Kensei suggested then looked at him. His defenses were too good to try it and he would simply perceive it as an attack.

"I at least want you to have this." She held out the package to him. "As a token of my... gratitude."

He held the sword wrapped in brown paper then looked at her with a snicker. "Gratitude for what?"

"For meeting me." At that she grabbed his hood and pulled their heads together. Their lips locked and both of his blades instinctively extended to finish her, but then he stopped himself. His eyes closed as he allowed himself to enjoy it. His first kiss was shared with the woman he swore he hated, now he wasn't sure how he felt about her.

She let go and he stared at her dumbfounded. "Shigure."

She interrupted him. "I don't care if you kill or not... I know there's good in you... I felt it just now... Go and find your sister... but Yami is on the move... and I would like to... see you again."

She turned around and jumped onto the roof. The wind blew through his hair as he looked up at her with a sharp stare. "Goodbye... And remember... I know how you feel." She said then jumped away.

He turned around in the awkward silence taking in what had just happened. Maybe...

Yes.

After.

"Goodbye."

He slipped his helmet on his head and slung his gift over his backpack. Then he took one last look at where she once stood. Shigure. Probably the only person in his life that understood how he felt about his parents.

"You'll see me again." He mumbled then started up his motorcycle and made his way to his true home.

First chapter of our story done! I'm going to put a lot of emphasis on Hadji's ninja roots in this story. His speed will be shown better as well as his silence and stealth. A true ninja, with the tools of an assassin.

For those of you who have read, the Assassin Fist of Ragnarok, I thank you for your loyalty. As well as your support. I hope all of my readers out there enjoy this story even more than the first one.

For any questions please feel free to PM me. Please review. I love feedback.