She whirled around with her kaiken drawn out infront of her and swiped at
the shurikens that soared through the air toward her. She braced her feet
along the tree branch she stood on and narrowed her eyes, the flaps of her
gi billowing with the midnight wind. She found herself breathing heavily,
as her eyes scanned the perimeter. Then out of the fog they came. Sparks
ignited with each deflection of her sword, sending the ninja stars astray;
some filtering through leaves and branches, others attaching to the bark of
a tree. Kaplan jumped backwards twirling into a backflip and fell swiftly
to the grounds below. She landed crouched down on one knee. She quickly
looked behind her, cradling the kaiken back into the sheath secured on her
lower back and again risen to flee.
Still they were trailing behind her, using both stealth and speed to tag along. several of Kunoichi's elite ninja racing neck and neck against her while hidden in the tree tops. Her breathing labored remorsely, but still she ran, mustering up the much needed strength to keep going. Her steps were heavy but soundless by the design of her tabi shoes and her ponytail pulled her back, furiously wavering behind her as she ran. Still, they were behind her.
One stepped directly infront of her drawing a short sword from his sleeve. She gasped and she fell to the ground, sliding through and past his spread legs. He whirled around, narrowing his dark azure eyes and started after her. She braced a hand firmly along the ground and flipped upward into the air only to swiftly land onto a tree branch. She looked around. Her eyes searched back and forth, watching the ninja as they tree hopped toward her. Her eyes narrowed and she pivoted, taking her turn in tree hopping.
She ran a hand along her hips, stripping away the last of her shurikens, fitting them between her fingers. Bracing one foot against the following tree branch she lunged forward into the air and twirled, spinning around to face her assinators. Her eyes narrowed on the others, thrusting forward the explosives before disappearing into a bundle of trees. Upon the following shreiks and groans of pain, She tumbled onto the ground, rolling with grunts and groans until she came into a stop beside a tree. She cried out in pain against the explosions that occured silmultaneously, littering the forest clearing with burning remnants of leaves and bark, and mangled parts of bloody corpses. She grunted in anger as she struggled to move, grasping her bleeding leg. A fractured bone seemed to have penetrated her skin, roughly bleeding against the soft damp ground. Her head lifted a bit, glaring at the clearing in front of her. Raining corpses of cloaked men fell from the trees above and slammed against the ground, each with a body part or several missing. She gasped when one man landed in front of her with a shurkien within his neck.
She struggled to move, her eyes going wide in fear seeing that the shuriken hadn't detonated but was still pulsating. And she knew if she didn't get away quickly, she'd be in another place far from her expectations. She pulled herself to sit up, struggling to crawl away, dragging her leg as she went. One arm in front of the other granted her leverage as she moved forward, cringing and heavily breathing against the unbearable pain that teased her open and internal wounds. She glanced back and the corpse detonated.
Brown eyes adorning hard features looked off to the east at the sound of the explosives. He grunted, narrowing his eyes against the trees that surrounded him and search intently for something to be amiss. He tilted his head and stepped forward.
"Jin?" He turned back to the woman sitting beneath a tree with a needle and yarn. The animals of the forest gathered around her as she looked over to the young man draped in a flaming fighting gi. He nodded in her direction and acknowledged the look of concern on her face. His eyes went over the concerned expression surrounded by shoulder-length brown hair held with a bow around her head. the balls of yarn sat on her lap ontop of the dark black capris and covered half of her white blouse.
"Okaasan." He started. She could see the dark gaze in his eyes. The need for freedom to search. Like his father, he had that look of superiority, strength, and deep admiration for a fight. Yet she could see his faithfullness, the one thing she had given him without Kazuya's evil intentions. And unlike Kazuya Mishima, he didn't wade in the devil gene for power. She nodded.
"Go on." And with that, he turned to leave. Jun Kazama watched as her son stepped forward then stopped, allowing his devil wings to expand to its full length. Her eyes narrowed watching him as he bent his knees and flew into the air. She hated that. She hated seeing what he'd acquired through his devil gene. The dark markings that covered his body and forehead, the fiery red eyes that had covered his loving brown eyes. She shut her eyes and continued to knit.
Over the tree tops he glided, hovering beneath the smile of a full moon. His wings spread wide with each flap, littering dark feathers into the forest. His dark eyes narrowed on the forest clearing, noticing dark specs strewn all over the ground. He dipped forward and disappeared into the trees.
The ground rumbled as he landed on one knee, his wings wrapping around his body then expanding for him to stand. He arose, standing his full 6"2' frame. He looked to his right. A bloody hand nestled against a tree trunk. To his right, a torso with a severed head slumped over a tree branch. He turned around and stepped forward.
"Is someone there?" He called in that thick Japanese accent. He sensed something but couldn't quite figure out what. His eyes adverted to the sound of bushes rustling to his left. He scowled, narrowing his eyes. He flew into the air, chasing the sound, his wings flapping wildly as he went. There! A ninja tree-hopping, sprinted from one branch to another with Jin trailing closely behind him. Jin dipped evasively through the outstretched branches, pulling in his wings when prompted, then flapped twice to gain speed. He grabbed onto the back of the ninja's neck and thew him toward the ground. The ninja yelled, twirling in the air. He straightened, planting his foot against the ground as he slid. He took off once more.
Jin slammed him back against a tree, choking the ninja with a hand around his neck. Jin narrowed his eyes, letting his black wings spread around them. The ninja struggled beneath his hand, and Jin pressed on.
"Who...are you?"
The ninja glared from beneath the dark mask that only revealed dark olive eyes. He said nothing.
"Answer me or you die here." The ninja remained silent, struggling. Jin narrowed his eyes and reached to remove the mask. He pulled it over his head and gasped.
"A woman." Jin noted aloud. He released her and stepped back, tossing the mask aside. She gasped and wheezed on her side, glaring upward under dark strands at the chest-bearing man. She spit on his shoes as she struggled to stand. Jin grunted.
"She'll rot before i'm through with her!" The woman screamed.
"She?" He looked off to the side to think. An image of his mother appeared and he narrowed his eyes on the woman by the tree. He gasped, searching around. She had gone, running into the bushes at full speed. He hesitated, tilting his head then turned to leave.
He found himself trailing along the blood lines and body parts in the forest. His eyes glancing over every piece he stepped around. His foot pressed down on something sharp, cracking the bottom of his hard shoes. He pulled back his foot. A 7" short sword was under it, laying within the large grass. He kneeled down and picked it up.
"Hn." He starightened and looked around. He squinted seeing a tanned figure of a hand peeking from behind a tree. He stepped forward toward it.
His eyes fell upon the figure sprawled over the uprisen root of the tree, covered in blood from head to toe. He took another step forward and examined the figure further. Sable tresses bound back into a ponytail covered the face as a hand held its middle. He kneeled near the figure and brushed away the hair away from the face and gasped, coming to a stand. He looked around, flapping his wings a bit.
"Oi." He softly spoke, nudging the woman with the toe of his shoe. She didn't stir.
"Oi." He repeated, looking down on her. He looked over to her leg, fractured with a visible bone emerging from torn skin. He leaned forward and scooped her up into his arms. Her brows furrowed and she cringed in pain as he tossed her up a bit for a comfortable fit, and let the flaps of her gi drape over his arm. Her head dangled back and forth like a rag doll. And he began to walk with her.
Jun's eyes shot open, cutting short the humble song she hummed. Her eyes stared forward into the dark forest, watching as a figure loomed out of it. It was Jin. She sighed, rising to her feet, then advanced toward him seeing a girl within his arms.
"Oh dear. Jin?" she called, nearing him. He nodded to his concerned mother and set the young woman down near the tree and riverside. Jun kneeled near her and her son. Jin kneeled also, moving to strip the woman of her garments. Jun stopped him with a hand over his. "Let me."
He nodded and stepped back, folding his wings. He stepped away from the two striding slowly over to a lift of rocks beside the clear water. He sat upon them, arching one leg higher than the other and setting an arm onto of it. He watched his mother work.
She placed a hand against the young woman's forehead and shut her eyes. Jin shut his eyes against the shifting winds and blocked out the song of the waving trees. Jun's hair began wavering as she began chanting silently. The tied bow around her head wavered fiercely as her body began to glow. A silhouette of wings formed around her matching that of Jin's devil wings except the feathers grew much wider and were as pale as the snow in the winter. Jin sighed to himself, enjoying the air that flew through each strand of hair on his head and played with the bangs before his eyes. Jun grunted, lowering her head and Jin opened his eyes. The wind stopped almost immediately and the raging body of water settled. He stepped down from the rocks.
"Okaa?"
"I'm fine." she whispered, watching him from the corner of her eye. she looked down on the woman beneath her hand, struggling to come to. Jun gently ran a hand along her hair shh-ing her to settle down and relax. She turned to Jin.
"Bring her to the house. We need to fix her leg." Jin nodded. He kneeled before his mother, offering a hand that she accepted and pulled her to her feet. Then kneeled down to claim the woman once again in his arms. He spread his wings and flew into the air. Jun watched him until he was no longer in view then turned to claim her knitting material. She clasped her shirt and looked over to the forest and its darkness. Once before she felt the danger, just as strong as it was now. That feeling of hate, regret, animosity. She could always sense things like these when he returned. But could he be back again? After all of these years? She turned away and took off toward her estate.
Still they were trailing behind her, using both stealth and speed to tag along. several of Kunoichi's elite ninja racing neck and neck against her while hidden in the tree tops. Her breathing labored remorsely, but still she ran, mustering up the much needed strength to keep going. Her steps were heavy but soundless by the design of her tabi shoes and her ponytail pulled her back, furiously wavering behind her as she ran. Still, they were behind her.
One stepped directly infront of her drawing a short sword from his sleeve. She gasped and she fell to the ground, sliding through and past his spread legs. He whirled around, narrowing his dark azure eyes and started after her. She braced a hand firmly along the ground and flipped upward into the air only to swiftly land onto a tree branch. She looked around. Her eyes searched back and forth, watching the ninja as they tree hopped toward her. Her eyes narrowed and she pivoted, taking her turn in tree hopping.
She ran a hand along her hips, stripping away the last of her shurikens, fitting them between her fingers. Bracing one foot against the following tree branch she lunged forward into the air and twirled, spinning around to face her assinators. Her eyes narrowed on the others, thrusting forward the explosives before disappearing into a bundle of trees. Upon the following shreiks and groans of pain, She tumbled onto the ground, rolling with grunts and groans until she came into a stop beside a tree. She cried out in pain against the explosions that occured silmultaneously, littering the forest clearing with burning remnants of leaves and bark, and mangled parts of bloody corpses. She grunted in anger as she struggled to move, grasping her bleeding leg. A fractured bone seemed to have penetrated her skin, roughly bleeding against the soft damp ground. Her head lifted a bit, glaring at the clearing in front of her. Raining corpses of cloaked men fell from the trees above and slammed against the ground, each with a body part or several missing. She gasped when one man landed in front of her with a shurkien within his neck.
She struggled to move, her eyes going wide in fear seeing that the shuriken hadn't detonated but was still pulsating. And she knew if she didn't get away quickly, she'd be in another place far from her expectations. She pulled herself to sit up, struggling to crawl away, dragging her leg as she went. One arm in front of the other granted her leverage as she moved forward, cringing and heavily breathing against the unbearable pain that teased her open and internal wounds. She glanced back and the corpse detonated.
Brown eyes adorning hard features looked off to the east at the sound of the explosives. He grunted, narrowing his eyes against the trees that surrounded him and search intently for something to be amiss. He tilted his head and stepped forward.
"Jin?" He turned back to the woman sitting beneath a tree with a needle and yarn. The animals of the forest gathered around her as she looked over to the young man draped in a flaming fighting gi. He nodded in her direction and acknowledged the look of concern on her face. His eyes went over the concerned expression surrounded by shoulder-length brown hair held with a bow around her head. the balls of yarn sat on her lap ontop of the dark black capris and covered half of her white blouse.
"Okaasan." He started. She could see the dark gaze in his eyes. The need for freedom to search. Like his father, he had that look of superiority, strength, and deep admiration for a fight. Yet she could see his faithfullness, the one thing she had given him without Kazuya's evil intentions. And unlike Kazuya Mishima, he didn't wade in the devil gene for power. She nodded.
"Go on." And with that, he turned to leave. Jun Kazama watched as her son stepped forward then stopped, allowing his devil wings to expand to its full length. Her eyes narrowed watching him as he bent his knees and flew into the air. She hated that. She hated seeing what he'd acquired through his devil gene. The dark markings that covered his body and forehead, the fiery red eyes that had covered his loving brown eyes. She shut her eyes and continued to knit.
Over the tree tops he glided, hovering beneath the smile of a full moon. His wings spread wide with each flap, littering dark feathers into the forest. His dark eyes narrowed on the forest clearing, noticing dark specs strewn all over the ground. He dipped forward and disappeared into the trees.
The ground rumbled as he landed on one knee, his wings wrapping around his body then expanding for him to stand. He arose, standing his full 6"2' frame. He looked to his right. A bloody hand nestled against a tree trunk. To his right, a torso with a severed head slumped over a tree branch. He turned around and stepped forward.
"Is someone there?" He called in that thick Japanese accent. He sensed something but couldn't quite figure out what. His eyes adverted to the sound of bushes rustling to his left. He scowled, narrowing his eyes. He flew into the air, chasing the sound, his wings flapping wildly as he went. There! A ninja tree-hopping, sprinted from one branch to another with Jin trailing closely behind him. Jin dipped evasively through the outstretched branches, pulling in his wings when prompted, then flapped twice to gain speed. He grabbed onto the back of the ninja's neck and thew him toward the ground. The ninja yelled, twirling in the air. He straightened, planting his foot against the ground as he slid. He took off once more.
Jin slammed him back against a tree, choking the ninja with a hand around his neck. Jin narrowed his eyes, letting his black wings spread around them. The ninja struggled beneath his hand, and Jin pressed on.
"Who...are you?"
The ninja glared from beneath the dark mask that only revealed dark olive eyes. He said nothing.
"Answer me or you die here." The ninja remained silent, struggling. Jin narrowed his eyes and reached to remove the mask. He pulled it over his head and gasped.
"A woman." Jin noted aloud. He released her and stepped back, tossing the mask aside. She gasped and wheezed on her side, glaring upward under dark strands at the chest-bearing man. She spit on his shoes as she struggled to stand. Jin grunted.
"She'll rot before i'm through with her!" The woman screamed.
"She?" He looked off to the side to think. An image of his mother appeared and he narrowed his eyes on the woman by the tree. He gasped, searching around. She had gone, running into the bushes at full speed. He hesitated, tilting his head then turned to leave.
He found himself trailing along the blood lines and body parts in the forest. His eyes glancing over every piece he stepped around. His foot pressed down on something sharp, cracking the bottom of his hard shoes. He pulled back his foot. A 7" short sword was under it, laying within the large grass. He kneeled down and picked it up.
"Hn." He starightened and looked around. He squinted seeing a tanned figure of a hand peeking from behind a tree. He stepped forward toward it.
His eyes fell upon the figure sprawled over the uprisen root of the tree, covered in blood from head to toe. He took another step forward and examined the figure further. Sable tresses bound back into a ponytail covered the face as a hand held its middle. He kneeled near the figure and brushed away the hair away from the face and gasped, coming to a stand. He looked around, flapping his wings a bit.
"Oi." He softly spoke, nudging the woman with the toe of his shoe. She didn't stir.
"Oi." He repeated, looking down on her. He looked over to her leg, fractured with a visible bone emerging from torn skin. He leaned forward and scooped her up into his arms. Her brows furrowed and she cringed in pain as he tossed her up a bit for a comfortable fit, and let the flaps of her gi drape over his arm. Her head dangled back and forth like a rag doll. And he began to walk with her.
Jun's eyes shot open, cutting short the humble song she hummed. Her eyes stared forward into the dark forest, watching as a figure loomed out of it. It was Jin. She sighed, rising to her feet, then advanced toward him seeing a girl within his arms.
"Oh dear. Jin?" she called, nearing him. He nodded to his concerned mother and set the young woman down near the tree and riverside. Jun kneeled near her and her son. Jin kneeled also, moving to strip the woman of her garments. Jun stopped him with a hand over his. "Let me."
He nodded and stepped back, folding his wings. He stepped away from the two striding slowly over to a lift of rocks beside the clear water. He sat upon them, arching one leg higher than the other and setting an arm onto of it. He watched his mother work.
She placed a hand against the young woman's forehead and shut her eyes. Jin shut his eyes against the shifting winds and blocked out the song of the waving trees. Jun's hair began wavering as she began chanting silently. The tied bow around her head wavered fiercely as her body began to glow. A silhouette of wings formed around her matching that of Jin's devil wings except the feathers grew much wider and were as pale as the snow in the winter. Jin sighed to himself, enjoying the air that flew through each strand of hair on his head and played with the bangs before his eyes. Jun grunted, lowering her head and Jin opened his eyes. The wind stopped almost immediately and the raging body of water settled. He stepped down from the rocks.
"Okaa?"
"I'm fine." she whispered, watching him from the corner of her eye. she looked down on the woman beneath her hand, struggling to come to. Jun gently ran a hand along her hair shh-ing her to settle down and relax. She turned to Jin.
"Bring her to the house. We need to fix her leg." Jin nodded. He kneeled before his mother, offering a hand that she accepted and pulled her to her feet. Then kneeled down to claim the woman once again in his arms. He spread his wings and flew into the air. Jun watched him until he was no longer in view then turned to claim her knitting material. She clasped her shirt and looked over to the forest and its darkness. Once before she felt the danger, just as strong as it was now. That feeling of hate, regret, animosity. She could always sense things like these when he returned. But could he be back again? After all of these years? She turned away and took off toward her estate.