Moonlight

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Jumping from roof to roof, the lone shadow races against an unknown foe. This battle is like all others; who ever slows, who ever stops their dance of wits, will be caught and the next battle will begin. The unknown foe disappears from site, leaving the other agitated and becoming more rash with his speed is slowing as he searches, his anger fogging his mind as it becomes distracted with the unknown.

The night is cool, but the sky is fairly clear, only a few clouds gracing the sky. The pale moon shinned through the clouds casting more shadows that soaked up all life that layed on the haven of cement.

The lone shadows pace quickened, he didn't want to be caught, not now. It was to soon.

With a grunt, the shadow sprung into the air landing gracefully on the next roof top. His arms swung and his legs pumped harder, but the foe still followed only a few roof tops away.

A feral growl, the shadow pushed on.

Why couldn't he just leave him alone! He didn't want to talk, not now.

Turning to jump to the next roof, the shadow paused listening for the foe. A thump could be heard, to anyone else it wouldn't have been heard, but to a ninja it was a sign that told you that someone followed and that they were very close behind.

"shit" he cursed quietly.

Throwing all of the strength he could muster he jumped to the next roof.

But their dance will come to an end soon, they are running out of rooftops. The docks could be seen in the distance, the water shinning in the light of the moon.

The lone Shadow stops he knows what will come next now that he is out of places to run to, still he searches for any way to escape, any way to get away from the one that follows him.

Another thump and the padding of feet, the foe was on the roof with him.

He didn't want to confront this, not now.

Looking around the roof he could see that there was no other option. No secret exit, and no more roofs..how had he gone into a dead end?

A flicker of a moving shadow to his left caught his attention. He was there.

Turning fully around to face his foe, he waited. His shoulders were set, irritation and rage set upon them. The wind blew then, causing his bandanna tails to flow to his side.

He didn't want this, not now.

The foe came into sight, moon light playing off his skin. His eyes were set low, menacing. His stance held authority, yet showed an animalistic quality.

" This ends now, Raphael"

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Hey guys! well what did ya think?I'm tempted to leave this as a one shot but if you would like I will continue it. R&R plz! Luv ya! Ruth.