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Chapter 1:
A figure crouched in the shadows of the growing darkness. It hardly dared to breathe, hardly moved, eyes scanning the darkness. They were obviously watching and waiting for someone. The figure moved to get a better view, and in the process, was caught by the moonlight, showing brilliant purple eyes and a masked face; revealing the face of the masked fighter, the greatest assassin so far in the revolution, though closely followed by Battousai the Manslayer. And the masked fighter she was.
The masked fighter smiled slightly. "Come on Battousai. I'm waiting," she whispered.
She scanned the area again, and saw nothing, except.across from her rooftop, a shadow moved in a small discreet alley. Straining her eyes, she could see nothing more than it's movement. She decided to take a different approach, and closed her eyes.
"A human.male.has a sword.assassin." she whispered. She opened her eyes. "Hmmm, an assassin, What's he doing here? I just don't know. That is interesting, yet dangerous for the one whom he is intending to assassinate. Hmmm.I shall have to wait and see." She tightened her grip on her sword and pushed her thumb upwards. Hearing the soft, familiar, click, she looked down to see a small piece of metal caught by the sliver of a moon.
The sound of sandals hitting the ground brought her head up with a snap. She gasped slightly. A red-haired, purple-eyed, boy was walking down the road.
"Kenshin," she gasped again, "the assassin.he must have known.oh my gosh.Kenshin!"
She grabbed her sword even tighter. If the assassin even came close to killing Kenshin.she'd attack. The assassin wouldn't even know what had hit him. Fire rose up within her, bringing with it a hatred she had never known.
The sound of running turned her attention to the other end of the street, away from the two male assassins. A young girl with a ponytail of long black hair was running down the street. She was headed straight towards the assassins at the other end of the street. She hit patch after patch of moonlight, and the masked fighter was sure that the girl had tears in her eyes. She stopped running, coming to a sudden halt. She had stopped a few feet from Kenshin, and was staring at him with an expression of pure terror.
The masked fighter saw the look of fear on her face as well as the look on Kenshin's, though his was for a different reason.
"Don't kill her," she thought, "please, Kenshin, don't kill her.she hasn't seen you kill. Just keep walking, please just keep walking."
She gasped. The second that Kenshin had stopped walking, the shadow had moved and was sprinting towards the redhead and the little girl. His sword was raised, prepared to strike.
"Kenshin!" She shrieked, watching in horror as the assassin's sword came down on the dumbstruck redhead. Their eyes met for a split second, before she was moving. She swooped down upon the scene, but was hit with a sticky substance and a sharp pain in her chest area before she could do any good. She looked down at her hands, at the red sticky mess in her hands. It became darker and darker; becoming almost black before realization hit her.
"Blood," she whispered slowly, slipping into unconsciousness. "Blood." End Chapter 2:
Kiena woke with a start, drenched in cold sweat. Her violet eyes were opened wide in shock, her breathing fast and heavy, as though she had just run a marathon. She sighed, as soon as she was sure that she was in her room and not in the street that she had just dreamed about. She closed her eyes and held her head in her hands.
"Just a dream.just a dream.that's all it was.a dream," she thought.
"But it was so realistic. I felt everything the girl in the mask felt.and the man named Kenshin.she helped him.but, what was going on.and what about the little girl? There was definitely a little girl." She opened her eyes. "Kenshin.he looked just like Shinta. They were about the same age too. Hmmm.It must be a coincidence. I should go back to sleep. After all, It was just a dream. No use losing sleep over it." She looked over at the sleeping bundle on the bed next to hers. She could barely see a tuft of his fiery red hair, and she knew in there somewhere there were some purple eyes. She absentmindedly stroked her red hair. They were twins, and had a knack for finishing each other's sentences. They knew exactly what the other would do or say at any moment, which scared their friends, and they were identical in looks. They loved to play tricks on people and always enjoyed the confusion it caused. They were two little troublemakers, but their friends liked them anyway.
Kiena watched Shinta sleep for a while, before lying down to sleep herself. "After all, there was no use getting worked up about dreams." Which was her last thought as she slipped into a state of sleep. A figure crouching outside their window smiled, as he watched the red-haired girl think about her dream. "It has begun," he whispered, "But will they recognize it for what it truly is, their destiny?" ( ( ( ( (
Chapter 1:
A figure crouched in the shadows of the growing darkness. It hardly dared to breathe, hardly moved, eyes scanning the darkness. They were obviously watching and waiting for someone. The figure moved to get a better view, and in the process, was caught by the moonlight, showing brilliant purple eyes and a masked face; revealing the face of the masked fighter, the greatest assassin so far in the revolution, though closely followed by Battousai the Manslayer. And the masked fighter she was.
The masked fighter smiled slightly. "Come on Battousai. I'm waiting," she whispered.
She scanned the area again, and saw nothing, except.across from her rooftop, a shadow moved in a small discreet alley. Straining her eyes, she could see nothing more than it's movement. She decided to take a different approach, and closed her eyes.
"A human.male.has a sword.assassin." she whispered. She opened her eyes. "Hmmm, an assassin, What's he doing here? I just don't know. That is interesting, yet dangerous for the one whom he is intending to assassinate. Hmmm.I shall have to wait and see." She tightened her grip on her sword and pushed her thumb upwards. Hearing the soft, familiar, click, she looked down to see a small piece of metal caught by the sliver of a moon.
The sound of sandals hitting the ground brought her head up with a snap. She gasped slightly. A red-haired, purple-eyed, boy was walking down the road.
"Kenshin," she gasped again, "the assassin.he must have known.oh my gosh.Kenshin!"
She grabbed her sword even tighter. If the assassin even came close to killing Kenshin.she'd attack. The assassin wouldn't even know what had hit him. Fire rose up within her, bringing with it a hatred she had never known.
The sound of running turned her attention to the other end of the street, away from the two male assassins. A young girl with a ponytail of long black hair was running down the street. She was headed straight towards the assassins at the other end of the street. She hit patch after patch of moonlight, and the masked fighter was sure that the girl had tears in her eyes. She stopped running, coming to a sudden halt. She had stopped a few feet from Kenshin, and was staring at him with an expression of pure terror.
The masked fighter saw the look of fear on her face as well as the look on Kenshin's, though his was for a different reason.
"Don't kill her," she thought, "please, Kenshin, don't kill her.she hasn't seen you kill. Just keep walking, please just keep walking."
She gasped. The second that Kenshin had stopped walking, the shadow had moved and was sprinting towards the redhead and the little girl. His sword was raised, prepared to strike.
"Kenshin!" She shrieked, watching in horror as the assassin's sword came down on the dumbstruck redhead. Their eyes met for a split second, before she was moving. She swooped down upon the scene, but was hit with a sticky substance and a sharp pain in her chest area before she could do any good. She looked down at her hands, at the red sticky mess in her hands. It became darker and darker; becoming almost black before realization hit her.
"Blood," she whispered slowly, slipping into unconsciousness. "Blood." End Chapter 2:
Kiena woke with a start, drenched in cold sweat. Her violet eyes were opened wide in shock, her breathing fast and heavy, as though she had just run a marathon. She sighed, as soon as she was sure that she was in her room and not in the street that she had just dreamed about. She closed her eyes and held her head in her hands.
"Just a dream.just a dream.that's all it was.a dream," she thought.
"But it was so realistic. I felt everything the girl in the mask felt.and the man named Kenshin.she helped him.but, what was going on.and what about the little girl? There was definitely a little girl." She opened her eyes. "Kenshin.he looked just like Shinta. They were about the same age too. Hmmm.It must be a coincidence. I should go back to sleep. After all, It was just a dream. No use losing sleep over it." She looked over at the sleeping bundle on the bed next to hers. She could barely see a tuft of his fiery red hair, and she knew in there somewhere there were some purple eyes. She absentmindedly stroked her red hair. They were twins, and had a knack for finishing each other's sentences. They knew exactly what the other would do or say at any moment, which scared their friends, and they were identical in looks. They loved to play tricks on people and always enjoyed the confusion it caused. They were two little troublemakers, but their friends liked them anyway.
Kiena watched Shinta sleep for a while, before lying down to sleep herself. "After all, there was no use getting worked up about dreams." Which was her last thought as she slipped into a state of sleep. A figure crouching outside their window smiled, as he watched the red-haired girl think about her dream. "It has begun," he whispered, "But will they recognize it for what it truly is, their destiny?" ( ( ( ( (