Tenchu: Death Comes in Pairs

Made by: FanFictioner-2019

Chapter 1: Ninja versus Samurai

Her name is Ayame, and she is a ninja. A very cocky ninja, but she knows her duty. She was sent to assassinate a certain problem to the Azuma clan; a man of another Asian country. This man has supposedly been assassinating many of the clan, proving he is an extremely dangerous foe. Has he made a deal with evil, or is it that he works on his own intent? She wondered.

She crept along a wall, obviously a dojo wall. Snow began falling and the cold feel of the wall was against her back. Her breathing pattern began to become slow, her breath showing in the air. Were there no guards around? Was this man so powerful that he needed no guards? A smirk came to her face, thinking it was all too easy.

Ayame saw an open door (much like the ones that slide open) and peeked in. There she saw a man-no, more like her age, kind of teenage-ish sitting on his knees, silent. Slowly she began to creep in, her feet not even making a sound. She withdrew her blades and grasped them firmly, ready to slice his throat. She had gotten close enough, so she swiped them at his neck.

"Hello." His voice said softly, as if he was being friendly. She stopped mid-slash, her eyes widened. "I knew you'd be coming to assassinate me eventually, for killing all of your friends that were as close to you as family." He stated coldly, the feeling of his voice changing. She became angered, knowing his statement was oh so true.

"You will never be forgiven!" She exclaimed as she began to tense up.

"I know. I was to repent for my sins. Kill me." He requested.

"Before I do, I want to ask you a few questions."

"Fine."

"Who are you? Why did you kill clan members of the Azuma, and where are you from?" Ayame asked while keeping her daggers up near his neck.

"My name is Sung Su Young, and I have been trained in the art of sword. I kill your clan members because I feel the need to, because they hate my country. I am also from Korea." He answered. She felt no emotion towards this male, and so she drew her blades back and got ready to swipe. "I feel before I commit suicide, I will kill you first."

He got quickly onto his left knee while swinging around, drawing his katana. Ayame jumped back and got into a ready position. "Let's see how well you fight." Her victim said, stone serious. She walked forward and raised her right knee to do a crescent kick on his head, and he knew. When the kick was released he grabbed her leg with his right hand and looked into her eyes.

She flipped to the right and kicked his face with her left foot, catching her self with her hands and getting back up with her blades still in hands. His head slowly went back into position, his face red from the kick. He put one hand (his right) up to the opposite side of his face firmly and his left arm down to his lower half with his left hand curled into a fist. "That's Tae Kwon Do." She said, putting her blades down onto the ground and replacing them with her bare fists covering her face. Sung had a curious look on his face, wondering why she put her blades down as he did.

"I only do this because it is honorable." Ayame stated.

"I didn't think ninjas had honor!" Sung replied sarcastically as he leapt forward.

The two began punching and kicking each other, easily blocking each other's kicks and punches (Sung doing most of the punches, Ayame doing most of the kicks). Then with a swift kick Sung blacked out and Ayame successfully took him down. The enemy fell to the ground, unconscious and unarmed. Ayame stared; should she pick up her weapons and kill him, or should she leave him unconscious? It would be way too easy and boring if she killed him knocked out, then again . . .she lived for the kill.

She took her weapons and sheathed them behind her on her belt. She leaned down onto one knee, then both and got face to face with him. Her breaths bounced off his skin and her bangs skimmed his face. Something came over her, and she knelt and kissed his check. "Something's wrong." She said to herself as she got up and turned her back to her victim, then began walking away. She looked outside and silently began running and taking shortcuts along the nearby trees; the serene snow falling silently, one landing on her cheek . . .