Hello this is my new fanfic. Please read and review and tell me what you think. This is based in Nihon-Ja and follows a made up character called Kasta. And NO it is not a femal-ranger fanfic :D

One… The Client.

The man hadn't even had time to shout for help before my sword entered his chest. It was too easy and I sighed, braking inside. Humans were weak, even I felt the sadness flood my mind and I felt like breaking something into a million pieces. The world breaks everyone and afterward ,many, have to be strong at their weakest points. I didn't feel strong.

I pulled my Norse-styled blade out of the man's chest, hot blood gargling from the man's open mouth still ready to shout. Scream. I slid the blade over the man's head, severing it completely. The head lulled back and tumbled off the bed. Blood dripped down the white blanket making a nasty stain. I pulled the head off the floor and stuffed it in a brown bag around my neck. I was thankful I hadn't eaten yet as the smell of fresh blood entered my nostrils. I pulled up my scarf that covered everything apart from my eyes. I wiped my sword on the corner of my brown cloak and headed for the door.

I slipped into an alcove at the thud of footsteps. Dressed in my dark brown cloak, I pressed against the cold marble of the wall wishing myself to become one with the shadows. Nothing more than dust in the air. The guard walked passed unknowingly, grumbling about the cold but making no move to close the wide shutters.

The storm flashed in the sky, illumining the hallway. I took a long breath and pushed my way off the wall. My feet barely made noise as I moved towards the open shutters. The storms wind made the shutters bang against the wall so I didn't worry about making noise there. However nobody saw me as I climbed out of the hallway, scouted across the window ledge and swung down the walls smooth surface to the drainpipe which I sailed down to the ground floor. Still nobody called an alarm but I imaged someone could be watching. Imaging dangers prepared me for real ones.

I moved silently towards the outer garden wall and scaled to the top. I turned to look for one second at the fourth level of the manor house. It would be a shock for who ever had to find the body lying, still in their night wear, dead and headless. Blood everywhere. I accelerated myself off the wall, twisting to break the fall and landing in a low crouch.

Now I had to get away, before someone might find the body earlier than I expected. But nobody did. I placed my sword in one of the three scabbards on my back and re-draped the cloak to hide the weapons. I pulled down the half scarf and tucked it in my pocket. No use in leaving it around my neck. No point in giving any advantage to hold on to in a fight.

I stood straight and walked down the narrow street like I was just going for a careless walk in the evening and headed for my usual place. Unlike other assassins, I liked to be paid where I wanted or be told my next victim where I wanted, which normally was the tall building on my left. It was bigger than the others and have long wooden boards instead of the thin waxy paper walls that the other buildings were made out of, but the windows were still the same shutters that made it easy to enter unnoticed or escape.

I entered the small doorway, ducking instinctively at the deep change in step and ceiling height. I pulled off my mud cast shoes and tucked them safely on the side rack, changing them for the slippers that the inn supplied. I man at the front desk looked up and shrank back in his chair at the sight of me. My reputation outdid me. I nodded at the man and entered the steaming room. Smoke floated in the thick air giving the large room a misty appearance. I ducked into a stool at the back and pulled the curtain across the doorway.

The man bowed from his seat and nodded in reply. My client was sitting opposite me, cuddling a large glass mug of sickly brown liquid. I dumped the head onto the table without waiting for the man to ask me and pulled the bag away. Blood drawled onto the table staining the papers that man had been reading. I placed a hand on the table, a harmless move apart from the small dagger in my hand, the blade proceeding just enough for my client to see.

He shuffled through his pocket and drew out a bag of coins which he dumped on the wooden table in front of me. I slit my knife through the heavy leather and watch the golden coins pool out of the bag.

'It's all there,' muttered the man pushing the severed head away from him.

'It better be,' my voice was stone cold. I didn't care about the money but I might as well keep up the identity of being a cold-blooded murder which kept the officials away. I placed the bag in my pocket.

'Nice doing business with you,' my client said finally extending his fat arm and bowing again.

'I'm sure,' I replied and pushed myself from the stool without shaking the man's hand.

I moved through the tables and to my normal empty table at the back where I sat down and ordered a bow of shredded pork and a hot mug of tea. My food came fast, carried by a writhing serving girl who didn't even meet my eyes as she carefully placed the bowl on the table and bowed. As she set down the pot of tea a man from the next table along grabbed her arm knocking over the scolding hot water. I cursed as it bunt my arm but sprang into action standing next to the girl. I pushed off my hood and slipped a knife under the man's neck.

'Let the girl go,' I hissed into his ear. The man's deep grey eyes slid to mine and he dropped the serving girls arm. I released the man from the point of my knife and prodded it into the man's hand, just the amount to draw blood. 'If you ever do that again and I see or hear of it,' I stopped breathing angrily in the man's ear and whispered, 'I will kill you. Do you understand?' The man nodded hurriedly and I moved away to the table and the girl. She was shaking but still picking up the sharp pieces of china which would cut her unsteady hands. I gripped them carefully with one and took the sharp material from her hand. 'Stop.'

Her eyes flicked my mine than dropped to the floor. 'Thank you miss.' I dropped her hands and pushed her away. She hurried back to the kitchen bowing at me. Pushed the plate forward and begin shoveling the dry meat into my mouth. I don't think I could stomach anything rich after killing someone, I never could.

The man in front of me sat down without asking or bowing. Another client and this one rude and overly confident. I didn't halt in my eating but kept my attempt at looking board while I accessed the man over shaded eyes.

Tall and broad. A man built like a mountain and looked like he could give a good beating. He held himself up proudly and held a watchful gaze over the other inns occupants. Looking at them like they were lesser beings. I couldn't help but agree.

I took my accession to the amount of weapons the man had. One Katana was bucked at the man's waist and from the thickness of his wrists he had hidden blades up them. Other than that the man seemed normal covered in a thick cloak but from a closer glance I accessed it was expensively made and just underneath I could see the glinting of shining armour. I leaned back in my chair, finished with my food. What was a Senshi doing here? No doubt he thought himself above me, scum off the streets like the rest of the occupants, and a girl. And what could I do that a Senshi couldn't?

The man reached across and placed a note in my hand. I could feel the man's heavy breath on my shoulder as he lent back and I resisted the urge to shiver. I unclasped the seal and read the letter but there was on my sentence and a symbol. It didn't make sense but before I could ask the Senshi anything he stood and left. The letter read.

The Lord Arisaka commands your presence. Find us.

It ended with the symbol of a red owl. Impossible. Arisaka was dead, killed by the ganjin and his friends. The emperor had disbanded the Shimonseki-clan. And the last bit, "find us", wasn't helpful. How was I supposed to find them with this note? I sighed and crumpled the note in to my shirt pocket. I'll sleep on it, I told myself.

There you have it! Should i continue? Please tell me what you think!