Hey, everyone! It's me, Shyla! I hope you enjoy my story! Thank you macchi-chan for your reveiw!


Kaito and Len landed softly in the yard, barely making a sound. Nothing at all stirred. No one was even there to notice… per say. The two boys walked swiftly to the outside wall of the classic dojo. Kaito pressed flat up next to the wall, with Len behind him, not quite as flat. Kaito looked up. They were under a large wooden plank, labeled 'Grandmaster.' Kaito edged over to a corner and carefully peaked around it. His eyes widened.

"It's about time you got here, Kaito." Said Meito, who was leaning on a tree. He pushed himself off and walked toward the pair, sword drawn. Kaito drew his own sword in a flash. "They knew!" he yelled, getting in a ready position. Len, on hearing this, whipped around quickly. He grunted. Mikuo, Luki, Gumiyo, Piko, and Ryuuto, all suddenly appeared and surrounded the two. All five of them had long, sharp swords, all out and ready to kill. Len looked at Kaito, and Kaito at Len. Len pulled out his sword, and along with Kaito, jumped straight into battle; strike first or lose, that's the method they used.

Clang!

The first two swords met, sending off the starting note of the melody. Kaito pulled his sword back and swung hard and fast, downing Mikuo and Meito before they could block his attack again. He looked down regretfully at the blood on the grass. Kaito then looked over at Len, whom, at fourteen, was holding his own against four warriors, much older and experienced than himself. Kaito looked at Len. "Len!" he yelled. "I'm leaving this to you!" He quickly ran off, looking for a door into the Grandmaster's traditional dojo.


Len smiled. "Yes," he thought. "I can finally cut loose." He looked around, sword outstretched, deciding how to cut loose. "All alone at last, eh, Len?" someone said. Len looked to see it was Piko, smiling with wicked eyes. "You know Len," he began again. "It isn't too late for you to join us. Kaito wouldn't mind. He'll be dead long before he would even know." Len paused, obviously faking that he was thinking about the offer. "Hmm… well, let me see… nope, not happening. I like being what I am… and besides, I wouldn't be caught dead in those things." He gestured for Piko's robes. "Oh, well then." Piko said, slightly grumpy about Len's comment on his robes. "We'll just have to fix that… Len, you do realize, it's four against one. You can't win!" He and the four others all braced themselves, pointing their swords at Len.

Len narrowed his eyes, sizing up them all. "You know what, Piko?" He asked, getting his sword ready. "You all are very lucky. You four will be the first to ever see me at half my full potential. I never cut loose in front of Kaito, but you all, well, let's just say, you won't even have time to duck!"

Len sprinted forward with amazing speed, hitting Luki right in the chest. A quick death. He pulled out his sword from the body and swung backwards, hitting Piko in his heart. Also a quick death. Gumiyo wasn't as lucky. He was hit in the stomach. But Len's best move was saved for last. As Ryuuto ran up and sliced, Len weaved under him, grabbed his wrist, swung, and Ryuuto was down before anyone could even see what had really happened. Len looked around, breathing hard. All four of them were dead in less than a minute.

Len shook his head. "I made a promise to Kaito; I will not lose… or be caught dead in one of those stupid samurai robes…" Len then hunched over and began to take deep breaths, trying to reduce the adrenaline still coursing through him.


Click-

Someone quietly thumbed out his sword. He silently ran up behind the blonde haired boy. The boy, who had no idea that someone was behind him, was still hunched over, breathing hard from the last hard, but short fight. The attacker, smiling cunningly, jumped up high in the air, his sword flashing blue. Then he swung down as hard as he could, aiming to kill the boy…

Red…

To be continued...