I remember the spars my brother and I had while growing up. The clashing of blade and dragging of our bodies; we trained from dust to dawn waiting for our moment of triumph.

A spar with Master Ryu.

So much energy, Sister…you really want to keep on?

I stumbled back and swung my sword over my head, the other blade close to my torso.
"I have to keep going…It's all I know." I said while dashing towards him. I closed the end points of my blades towards his chest and blocked his low kick with my shin. The attack sent agony down my leg, but I had to shake it off. I had to defeat my brother, even if it meant me fight Ryu next. Even if it meant me defeating him and putting him into such pain. I had to do it. I pushed him away and back flipped away, towards my corner. He smirked and crouched low, his hands draw back and in the shape of an invisible ball. There was a sudden flow a aura flow towards him, his hand glowing a lively green as he focused his energy towards his hands.
Brother…

Just as Takeshi released the attack, I spun my swords in a rapid clockwise motion, devouring the light along with the energy. I fell into awe as the glistening green shimmers circled around me. Takeshi ran forward and hooked me in my stomach; I groaned and choked on the up coming spit. He then grabbed my arm and forced me off my feet, swinging me up and lifting his feet up, I felt the sharp pain spread to my back and my side. I fell onto the floor struggled to get back onto my feet.

Get up, Takara…You have to get up…! He will look at you as a weak one and demand you to stay back at the village to train. I thought to myself and fought off the pain; I looked up and saw Master Jo standing by the door with his arms crossed. His bandages covering his eyes and his hair out of his face. Did he since me failing? I rose to my feet and looked up at the roof just outside the training yard. He was leaning against the trunk with his arms crossed and his hair pulled back. I can feel his eyes narrow along with his strong energy; his glare was cold and determining. It was like I can read his every expression that he fixed on his face.

Beautiful…Just like…Mother.

My hands were still around my blades as I looked away from The Black Falcon and focused on my brother. I dropped my swords and ran towards him, upper cutting him hard enough for him to touch the ceiling. I, then, formed the air, tiger ,void, and dragon hand symbols before bolting into the air catching my brother and spiraling him head first into the ground. I jumped back onto my feet and watch Takeshi roll onto his stomach and struggle to get back on to his feet. He collapsed onto the ground again.
Ow….! That hurts!
Rest brother, Momiji-san shall tend to your wounds.

I felt a thunderous chuckle exit out of his spirit and mind; He wanted to see Momiji for sometime now. When we first came to the village, he was so interested in her and the way she would tend to her duties as Shrine Maiden of the Hayabusa Village. He would never think of anything perverted or vile when it came to her; she would laugh at his jokes and soothe him when he was angered. He was always there for her, and she for him. I wondered more about their relationship, she grew nervous whenever I walk pass her towards the bath house and hold her chest after he would hug her. I smiled at the thoughts he'd share when she was always helping others. The way his heart was stopped by the soft stroke of his hands in hers.
It…It almost made me think of master Ryu.
A rather silly child like thought but I couldn't stop my mind from thinking about him holding me into his arms, protecting me from danger. His lips pressed against mine. The smell of cinnamon and lotus, lingering when he would walk towards me. The look of protection and determination that would beam at you when he is in the middle of training and his missions.

He was walking calmly into the training yards, his hands behind his back and his expression blank. My heart began to pound as he grew closer, he had no need to attack me. I gripped the hilt of my blades and kept my composure, my soul turning as he stood farther away but close enough to make a move towards me.
"Takara…!" He called out before pausing and glaring me down .I dipped low as he walked forward, an arms length away from me.
"Master Ryu…I was waiting for this moment for so long." I said, Ryu froze and let out a long sigh.
"We must spar some other time. I….I have something to attend." He abruptly walked away.

I felt my body grow warmer from Kenji's touch and my soul shot by the list of his goals. He wanted me pregnant so that we can create a clan of our own. Was he also planning to impregnate me so I won't be able to help Ryu-sama and Takeshi? I drew my foot up and kicked him off me, rolling backwards off the desk and then starting towards my blades; Kenji smirked and grabbed my arm before my finger could touch the orange string at the end of my swords and swung me against the wall. I can hear Irene's voice calling me from the earpiece.
"Takara, move out…We must get you to back home. Please." I pulled the earpiece off my ear and threw it against the wall. I was too angered to listen. I quickly eased my body into a more comforting form of Hayabusa Ninjutsu; Kenji smirked and grew into his stance.
"Now, My little treasure is pissed.. I don't mind beating you before taking my prize." He motioned me forward as his smirk grew wider. I ran to him and punched him multiple times, before ending it with a kick to his abs he blocked and threw me back a couple steps. His eyes colder by the minute, I took in a deep breath and ran towards him. Punching and kicking his sides along with a low sweep, knocking him onto the ground. I lifted my leg and dropped it onto his stomach. Kenji groaned and spat out blood, He grabbed my leg and slid me onto the ground with him, making his way onto his feet. I shot up and roundhouse kicked him, causing him to stagger back and lean against the door. We charged each other at the same time and blocked each others attack, a few kicks and punches made through each other. Leaving bruises and scratch marks, He threw me against a bar table and caused a large scratch down my fore arm. I stood on my hands and ran towards him, before landing on my feet, I teleported from view and landed on his shoulders. He couldn't move much, but he was trying to break free from my grip. I swung my body around his torso before slamming him onto the ground; I buried my weight onto his body and watched him squirm around. Rolling off him, to the floor and away from him. He stood up and began to choke up blood, and spitting it onto the ground.
He was beyond angry..This I knew from the shift in his eyes.

"I'll do whatever it takes to bring you back home, even if I have to kill you." I ran towards him and throwing a smoke screen down on the marble floor, the bomb exploded and began to create smoke all over the room. I had to creep through, easing my footsteps to mute the sound of my movements. The sound of metal escaping leather was the only thing that was aloud. Kenji was drawing his blade.
"You really think that you're going to bring me back home… This was the first time I've ever experienced life. I can do what ever I want, kill whoever insults me. You're going to have to do more to bring me back to Hayate-sama." He said looking around; I gripped my kunais and threw them towards him. He turned around and with one swing; my daggers were on the ground. I moved away as he grew near me, swiftly and silently. I leaped up and locking my legs around his neck, I felt his chest rise and fall in one great movement. Was he taking in my scent? I quickly threw myself backwards and lifting him together in a circle. I stood up and grabbed my daggers watching him rise to his feet, his eyes an canine blue and his aura deeply strong. Before I could reach for a dagger, He was in front of me, knocking me off my feet. I slid to the corner next to the door and jumped back to my feet, kicking him three times on his slid his abs and his head. He caught it and drew me closer, I closed my eyes as he tugged onto my hair. I closed my eyes and synced into his thoughts.
She's so hot?! The way she smells… peonies and passion fruit, the sweetness of Fuji apples and Ichigo. I want more of it…of her, Dammit.

He slammed my face down and vanished in plain sight. I looked around and felt shivers run down my body. He was behind me. I reached back and elbowed his back, "You idiot.!" He grabbed my arm and swung me onto the ground. "I can smell the fear within you…why talk big when you can back it up?" He said and curled his arms around my waist, picking me up and slamming into the wall. I felt my back snap and my head bounce against the wall. He wasn't finished, He walked back and then lasted me onto the hard marble floor. I screamed as loudly as I could. The White Fang was enjoying himself with all the pain he was putting me through. I saw the sadistic ninja that was inside of him. He chuckled and pulled down my mask, cupping my face into his hands. I began to feel lifeless and dense.
"you're still not ready.. But don't worry, I can heal you up and use you as a practice tool." He said, while lifting me off my back, My body was numb. My head tilted as Kenji lowered my mask with his teeth, I groaned trying to fighting him off me and cupped the side of my face. He fixed my lips and pressed them against his, the soft plush lips of The White Fang and the taste of apples and citrus fruit filled my mouth as the kiss grew deeper. My vision grew blurry but I tried to break free from his grip. He smirked and dragged me by my hair, pulling me towards the window.
"I hope next time we meet,you'll be able to lay on your back and show me some new tricks you've learned from that CIA whore." He said before throwing me out the window. I quickly grabbed my Kunai and threw it at the edge of the window. I could hear him groan and swear, while growing farther from the edge. I smirked while slowly losing consciousness in the thousand yards of air.

Takara stay with me…Don't sleep.

Takeshi…

I felt hands and warmth around my waist; it was like I was being held by a dragon…my spirit was growing. Then darkness and silence was conquering me, I tried to fight it, but it was too late…I passed out into the hands of mystery.

"Takara…"
"Hayabusa, she's waking up…!"
I fluttered my eyes open and tried to regain my focus. Irene was within lips reach from me. Blue eyes piercing me in concern and stern irritation. I refused to look into her eyes, but I couldn't help it. I was in no other position to move away and look out of the window. A comment was beginning to boil and leak out from my lips.
"Geez… If you weren't able to kiss Ryu, was I meant to be your next target…?" I smirked and narrowed my eyes, waiting for her irritation to rise to the surface. Instead…She smirked back, brushing my fringes away from my face and lips.
"You do have plump lips… I see why that boy wants you…" she massaged my temples and leaned closer, my face flushed from the thought of Kenji kissing me. My heart was pounding, If only I could get my shoulder into place. Then, I could beat the hell out of that CIA bitch and her smart comments. But my body was still in so much pain. This felt too much like an illusion. A dream. My eyes watered at the harsh crying of Takeshi and the kiss between blade and flesh. I couldn't move, I couldn't save him. I felt weak.
Then…It was pitch black.
I sat up and held my abs, the sharp wounds still pulsing and my leg feeling out of place. Still bleeding. I began to steady my breathing back into a normal pace, my vision blurred as I stared at the broken hilts that were my dual blades.
"Ryu isn't alone in this world." A voice called out into the darkness.
I turned around and saw a snake-like body of rigid gold scales, the claws looked sharp and massive, it's eyes were like ruby windows reflecting my appearance back at me. I saw my suit tearing off my body along with scars down my arms and chest. The fangs of the beast were sharp platinum lethal needles; if crafted beautifully, would make a sharp and dangerous blade.
"You, My dear Takara, along with your brother and your parents were all blessed with Dragon blood." I stared down the dragon in disbelief, the red glistened as it tilted it's head.
"I…I am a dragon n-ninja?"
"Yes, have you not noticed the equal speed and strength you have with Jo and his son."
I looked down and listened to my heart beat out of control. I clenched my fists as anger rumble with denial. The clans of the dragon ninjas were extinguished… All except for two.. but now, there are more. I shook my head and tossed the bladeless hilts down, holding my wund and tensing up at the upcoming pain.
"You are injured.." The dragon called out, starting towards me. I tossed my hands up and held my body.
"I am fine." I said, noticing my ribs were broken as well and my back was fixed. I spaced out during my fight with Kenji, I remember the stomping on his ribs and the tossing of my kunai at him. I couldn't tell what I truly was aiming at, but I knew I connected with some sort of target on his body. I thought about the way he pinned me down on the floor. The canine blue in his eyes. The raven black in his hair. I felt my eyes watered at the thought of why Ayane told me this was too difficult and that it was alright if I was not able to capture him... My heart grew too fond.
I was in love with The White Fang. I also had to cut him down.

"Let me heal you."
I closed my eyes as the scent of sweet fruit entered my nose, the taste of oranges and burning sugar liquidating my taste buds. The angelic tune of healing playing in my mind,the soft harmonizing keys of the shigami cleansing and dressing my wounds. My body was covered and my weapons replaced. Two long thin sharp daggers and two long katanas that were strapped to my outer thighs. A long row of Kunai's went around my waist and hips.
"I have a question…" I said before glaring at the beast. The dragon turned around and stared into my eyes. "What is the Treasured Dragon?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning back. The dragon coiled back and stared at my chest and then back into my eyes.
"You… your eyes are red crimson, your skin a kiss of a gold tone: You are me. The Treasured Dragon?" It went on, I froze my mind lost after that small dose of Intel.
" What about Takeshi?"

"The dragon of wondering spirits." It said with signs of wisdom and solitude. "You must protect yourself, as for you shall be the key to resurrecting the Archfiend." The beast growled before wrapping its body around mine, diving into my chest and creating a gold and red aura of light. I was blinded at first, but as the light dimmed, the roaring and lengthy cries exploded into the darkness, creating a pendant. Ruby Eyes laced around a gold chain.

Guide me…Protect me.

I held my head and collapsed on the hard dark floor, my heart and body overwhelmed by the meeting of the treasured dragon. My worries grew while by meeting of the treasured dragon.I couldn't help but think about Ryu and Takeshi. Were they dead? Or alive? I felt tears roll down my cheek.

Takeshi…

Takeshi…?

Ryu….

"Takara…" I blinked and opened my eyes. I wasn't at the Helicopter,nor was I in the Amazon overlooking the river and tropical forests. I wasn't near my brother or Master Ryu. "You are awake,good. I was beginning to think we had lost you." His eyes were brown and hair a lighter shade. He,too,was handsome,his lips plushed and his arms muscular. From what all I felt,I was laying on his lap. My eyes were in shock; when I was falling form the tower, The wind felt like it was covering my body. Protecting me.
" Master,Shall I inform Master Ryu..?" A ninja ran in and quickly bowed not looking up at the man.
Master…?

The man brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead through my fringes, "Does it hurt?" His voice dropping to a soothing whisper,he gripped me closer against his warm embrace. He was strong. I shook my head and closed my eyes, not fully sleep yet not awake either.
"Send Ayane to inform Ryu about Takara's whereabouts and condition." My eyes shot up at the sound of my master's name. I sat up and felt my throat clump up in anxiety.
"P-please…" I fought back tears, remembering the thoughts of Irene that struck his mind; I felt hurt and not wanting to return just yet. Maybe he wants to spend my time with her while I was away. I held back my sobs. "Please, don't send me back. He cares less of me." The man cupped my face and kissed my cheek, leaning closer towards my ear.
"He cares for you, Trust me, it is a special kind of caring. But he will miss you, he does miss you." I covered my face and laid on the palette. The man left me without a sound.
"Ryu will come for you no later than tonight," He said before closing the door behind him.

I didn't want to see nor hear of my master, I felt too shamed with myself to tell him what all has happened, nor the talk of The Treasured Dragon.