Author's Note:

Before you continue onto this story, I'd like for you to take the time to read this short note.

I was in college when I decided to try out writing for the first time. Bored with the typical fan fictions on the internet and unsatisfied with the slim amount of stories featuring Zack/Aerith at the time (in this case, Yoshimitsu), I decided to try writing my own. I was not expecting the amount of followers and reviewers that I had! It was amazing! It was a blast writing these stories for you all, and some of you truly loved them. It was inspiring to me. Some of you had even mentioned that I should write my own stories, and then an idea formed. I was getting ready to graduate from college, and I had my grad show coming up. I decided to re-invent some of my own characters and from there, I went on to formulate and plan my own sci-fi/fantasy novel. It's been years since I wrote these fan fictions, and I know there are multiple errors grammatically, etc. that I hope you can overlook as I am now far more knowledgeable on the subject. But I just wanted to let all of my fans and future readers know that I have finally published my own book. It's coupled with illustrations in every chapter and has a special section in the back with character bios, bestiary, weapons, and more! What was originally planned to be developed into a video game was transferred into a novel series for you all to enjoy. I did it because of you. If it weren't for all of your inspiring reviews, I probably never would have gathered the courage to follow my dreams. Thank you, all of you! I hope you can enjoy my own characters as much as you enjoy those interpreted in my fan fictions. Please go to www. ARCrebs .com for more information about my own novel series.

(You'll have to retype the link since the doc reader won't let me put a link in...)

-A. R. Crebs (3/1/14)

The Kill

Chapter 1

He leaned over the edge of the building, glancing at the dark and wet city streets below. The rain droplets ran down the length of his radiating blade. Tonight was a night like any other, he was going in for the kill and like any other night there was going to be no mistakes.

Yoshimitsu clung onto the handle of his katana, no matter what the mission was he could never hold back the excitement, the nervousness. He never messed up but he also never let himself off the hook that easily. He could find a flaw in every inch of his movement no matter how fluid or perfected it seemed to the naked eye of any trained ninja.

Thunder sounded, shaking the windows softly just a few feet below. That was the signal, it was now or never. He leapt from the edge of the building, his technological suit morphed into the background, hiding his presence. His sensors lit his vision, he was not even to blink during this operation, the current task and foe was too dangerous. Like a dove he soared slowly down the levels of the skyscraper. The rain skidded down the surface of the glass barrier over his covered face, the reflections of the liquid poured over the silver and gold plates like molten metal.

Gently he placed his cyborg hand against the glassy surface of the 26th floor. His body stopped immediately, his feet flipping over his head to rest on the glass. His lifted his head slowly, glancing at his blank reflection a moment. There was nothing there; the stealth system always gave him a nostalgic feeling. Though he was plainly sitting on the pane of glass, right now his reflection couldn't lie. There was no robotic eyes, no sensors, lights, voice modulators, masks, nothing. Right now the glass showed nothing and that was when he felt his true self, he was nothing on the inside, empty.

There was no time to be thinking of such things, he needed to carry on with the mission. Slowly, he brought his katana to the glass. The thin tip sliced through the surface as if it were made of water. In two quick strokes, like that of a paintbrush, the artist had cut his hole into the side of the building, ready to infiltrate the Mishima Zaibatsu. He needed the data more than anything but if the chance did arise he would kill the man who had taken so many from Yoshimitsu's life.

'Fury...' the word echoed in his mind as he slid his body through the window. His feet landed softly, like a cat's, onto the tiled floor. He turned quickly, pushing his back against the opposing wall. He would stay invisible by sight in case of snooping cameras he may miss. But Yoshimitsu never missed. He lifted his blade quickly, tearing through the wall behind him at the upper corner. He waited for the mechanical chirp of the destroyed camera to sound through the tiny hole he made through the wall. A corner of his lip curled, the machine had been destroyed in the room behind him, now he could enter safely but he would stay on the alert.

The ninja twisted quickly, rotating around the corner and into the doorway of the room that held the many records to recent experiments run in the Zaibatsu's lab facilities. Slowly he made his way to one of the computers in the room. He tapped the chair gently while he stared at the glowing screen. He tugged it from its spot, covering the cushioned surface with his body. He leaned forward, thumb on chin, forefinger rubbing across his lip as his robotic arm jolted the mouse and searched for the proper files. A beep sounded as a window appeared on the screen asking for an ID and Password confirmation. He dropped his mechanical hand to the keyboard, his fingers extending from its joints, ready to type. His other hand tugged at the cord running from his hood down the length of his neck, unsnapping the plug. He reached for the computer's port, plugging himself into the system. He only had a few minutes before the Zaibatsu security system would recognize his presence from after hours and send in its militants. He let out his breath as his fingers typed at lightning speed across the keys. He stared at the glass of his helmet. Before his eyes appeared multiple files and items. He had to read quickly, he only needed one word, only one name. They traveled by the hundreds, all of them a blur.

'Focus...' He frowned as his eyes blinked.

'Click'. His fingers stopped. Slowly he lifted his lids. A small smile crossed his features as he read the words:

'BRYAN FURY. RESTABALIZATION COMPLETE...'

Quickly he loaded the data as his hand snapped back into place. He only had a minute to get out of the place and as far away as possible, preferably a hundred miles, but what could he do, he wasn't a god. He quickly stood from his chair as he unplugged himself from the computer. The screen in front of his eyes closed, clearing for normal view. In a flash he was out the door and down the hall towards the ruined window.

His feet made no sound as he sprinted on the tiled floor. His body movements were upon deaf ears as he jumped out into the dark night and a sheet of rain covered his form once again.

He knew the data. He had caught the important piece before the document closed. All the man needed was the address and he was set. Tonight was supposed to be like every other night, a basic mission. Gather data, annihilate the target and destroy all evidence. But unlike every night, Yoshimitsu had a personal reason not to fail. Tonight he had to get the kill.

Thanks for reading! this was originally planned to be a long chaptered fic featuring action and romance. I will continue with this story as I cannot stay away from the itch of writing. i usually post new chapters once a week. please review, let me know what you think, like or do not like. Thanks! -Annubis