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The night was the darkest. Orange full moon. No clouds hidding the stars.
Setsuka was walking down the peaceful small city, always alert, holding tightly her umbrella. Suddenly, she turned back:
"He's near..." She said.
Her eyes shone red, while waiting patiently 'til he shows up.
It didn't take long:
"Humph, what do you want?"
...that voice.
Setsuka opened a sarcastic smile, although she wasn't underestimating him.
"I'll avenge your death, master..." She muttered under her breath.
She was aware of the consequences. And now you ask: did she mind?
"...right... now."
Rays of flashing energy engulfed her hands, while drawing her blade.
"Prepare for the worst." She said.
The Japanese black-haired samurai seemed pretty sure of himself.
"So be it."
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That was the beggining of a fierce fight, between two equally strong (?) adversaries.
That's the man she would never forget. She gradually closed her heart to those around her and filled it with hatred. She became a depressive person. And she knew it.
"You just... don't give up, do you... Mitsurugi?"
Anger grew bigger within her, while she was concerned about the fact that the samurai was able to dodge all of her physical attacks, peacefully. For him, her moves were so easily predictable. Setsuka was really focused on accuracy, agility and strenght. But it all seemed so...
Useless.
Mitsurugi wasn't attacking, maybe he was even having fun.
'He did have a lot of training. Or else, that's just the evil power he possesses.' She thought, a little tired.
"Huhuhu... I'm rather disappointed." He said ironically.
That's when Mitsurugi decided to act. Setsuka's moment of hesitation left a slight opening in her defense. He was starting to get serious. In one single blow, she was knocked out.
"Your purpose has ended. You may die now..."
As soon as Setsuka fell onto the floor made of dark navy blue bricks, she could not contain the blood from dripping outta her mouth.
She could not contain the tears from forming in the corner of her eyes.
Lying on that cold ground, she recalled the words her master had spoken to her on his deathbed.
"Do not think about vengeance. That fight was one of the most exciting moments of my life. I want you to live freely and carry on the techniques I taught you."
The image of her most loved person suddenly flashed inside her head. She tried to pretend she was listening to master's kind words, but she was unable to do so.
"...Either way, you would have died eventually."
A/N: Hey :D As you can see, I switched Taki for Setsuka. Dunno know exactly why, though... I just thought the story would be more interesting.
If you come to think about it, Taki's way of treating other people is kinda similar to Setsuka's.
Well, anyway, I like Setsuka better. That's why I did it. On the other hand, I rather fight with Taki... but that's irrelevant, isn't it? ;P