When Blades Meet

Bright lights and a whirring sound awoke the young assassin.

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the light, and a masked man glared at her, her eyes seamed a little different, 'What? Why? Who?' she breathed, gasping for air barely able to stay conscious. The mans face contorted and the light went away leaving her in a semi darkness, that her eyes almost instantly adjusted to. 'Huh?' her head swam.

The fat man from before, still flanked by his guards, entered the room.

'Who?' Feng started,

'Hush, you do not need to speak' the Man walked around, his red eyed Guards stood their ground. 'Do you know them?' he questioned, she was about to shake her head when the guards removed their masks, their red eyes shone fiercely. She gasped, 'They are! DIE!' she jumped in the air swung a foot in their direction but the foot was stopped with one hand and no effort was used to hold her there suspended in the air by her small foot in the red eyed mans hand.

The fat man bent down to look her in the eye, 'Ahhh, so you recognize your arch rivals' the ninja elite. She tried to sit up and bite the hand that held her but the ninja shook her and she gave up.

'Who are you?' she spat, now fully awake adrenaline pumping through her upside down veins. 'It is me who will be asking questions,' he gestured to the black garbed figure and he released his hold suddenly causing her to crash to the ground.

She was no match for the ninja Elite's so she just moved to the bed she had originally been lying on. Small knives littered a metal tray next to the bed. She breathed in heavily.

The fat man stood before her, 'We've met before you know' she quickly scanned her memory banks for any image of this man, 'You won't find it in there Feng it's before you had these.' He gestured to her eyes, and she tilted her head. 'What do you mean?' she stroked the soft flesh lining her eye.

The man stood his cloths remaining immaculate, 'When you were born to your parents your were transferred to a hospital at a similar facility to this, where you had surgically implanted those eyes you have now. You and them' he said pointing to the ninja with their red eyes, 'are the same.' He grinned, a small grin. She studied the forms of the muscles in his face, wondering what he was doing.

'Same? They are beasts, who study the forms of ugly martial arts' she accused pointing a finger at the dark shinobi that stood at the door, wham! they were at her knives had been found and blood leaked at her throat.

'Heh, that won't be necessary' they back off resuming their positions at the door. The man moved and slid a chair out and sat down. 'You know why I had to come in such force? No? Okay, the island that you came off was originally was a test for military purposes' She frowned, 'A test?'

He nodded, now very serious 'The program was originally a secret assassin training program. The island was designed so all you could do was kill or be killed, sure there are villages and stuff, this program has been going for centuries. But recently the population has soared beyond control. You were the last to be brought to this station here where we could implant eyes. The doctor on the island has his own lab, but he rebelled against us, using our creations as his weapons against us. Ten years has passed since the bastard has taken control, now he's killing off all the old creations and starting anew. Sure we have men in there but not in force to create an effective coup'

Feng sat in silence, digesting what he had just said, 'The shinobi, you could've…' he shook his head, 'The shinobi island has only produced sixteen elites worthy off actually doing anything in the past, now there are only five shinobi, their tests are different, the environment is all shinobi and no villagers or normal people. This factor mean's population is kept to a low, by constant bickering between the villages, prevented the experiments from over populating. But the limit of talent…is well…lacking' he paused, grabbed a clear cup from a table and drank.

He continued 'Out of the remaining shinobi that have the skills to be of use, two are missing… one Takeo Takahashi and a Miki Takahashi' she tilted her head, 'Siblings?'

'Yes, their parents were killed but they managed to get away, Takeo had insulted the grand masters son… who then ordered Takeo's head… the Shinobi of that island have been helpful with small assassinations, but not many. You on the other hand lack no experience with the foundations of assassination'

'Foundations of assassination?' he stood and walked around before answering her question, 'You do not hesitate to kill…but then again, nor do they' he finished sisterly.

He paused then continued 'the last time Takeo was seen was in Japan with foster parents, who were of coursed disposed of' he turned to the guard, 'Didn't you go on that mission?' the red eyed shinobi breathed harshly,

'Yes' irritation flipped briefly across his face, his knife began to spin wildly in his hand.

'I thought you wouldn't fail? What happened to that? I even sent some young talent along with you'

'I was not ready and underestimated my opponent' the black clad shinobi spoke, his knife began to whirl even faster, 'yeah, well he is the greatest shinobi that the island has ever seen, his father was one of the sixteen, his sister was also, and Sasori had to go and kill them. Idiot' the ninja calmed himself and the knife stopped abruptly.