In some hidden forest, in some hidden ninja village, Ayane smiled. And that, definitely, was not common.
Ayane was a short teen, between 5' 2 and 5' 3. Although her appearance could seem inoffensive (if you ignored the lavender hair and her eyes, which were as cold as ice), she was a ninja. And one of the most feared. In a second, she could kill almost whoever she wanted without feeling a bit of guilt.
She could hardly contain the happiness when the Elders let her lead the new expedition to hunt Kasumi down.
A happiness so big that not even Hayate's face of sadness could decrease its size.
Even if she felt a bit guilty, it was necessary. His useless attempts to maintain Kasumi out of danger wouldn't work.
Ever since he had returned, her half-brother only sent the weakest ninjas to chase Kasumi, for, according to him, it wasn't a very important matter. But no more! In the end she would kill that bitch with her own hands!
While passing through the hall, several people sent a disapproving glance to her. They always did. But she ignored them.
And in spite of that, it affected her. Since she was little, she remembered how everyone looked at her, with eyes full of hatred. Of shame.
As if it had been her fault that Raidou raped her mother!
As if she had decided to be born!
She could count the people who had been kind with her with her hands, for God's sake! First was, obviously, Hayate. Ever since she could remember, she always had admired him and he had always protected her.
Second, there was Genra, who she considered her true father. He had taken her under his wing, in the HajinMon, and she would be to forever grateful to him for that.
Also there was Murai, but he had been kind to her just to achieve his plan: To obtain the weapon that the now dramatically small Hayabusa clan protected: The Black Dragon Sword. So he really didn't count.
And finally there was Hayabusa. She was not very sure of what she thought or felt for him; on one hand, she respected him deeply. She rarely referred to him without adding the "-sama". But on the other, he was one of the greatest obstacles in her way to kill Kasumi. And finally, although she didn't want to accept it, at the time in which he had been her teacher, she had developed a small crush on him.
But that had been years ago…
…even if she sometimes she still thought of those green eyes of his, who held so much wise ness in them…
Bleh.
Hayate's voice got her out of her thoughts. Her beautiful thoughts.
"Ayane, we need to talk"
Damn it.
A/N: Sorry for the delay! School's really a bitch. Please tell me if Ayane is a bit too OoC or something...
Next chapter will be here soon
