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Ayane had walked for a few hours. She found quaint restaraunt and began eating until she noticed someone enter. Hayabusa.
She sat still pretending to watch the people passing in the streets. He took a menu and sat down at her table.
'So the prodigy sister is alive and kicking. Killed anyone's mother recently?' He smiled, a snide remark he knew but he had to get a reaction.
'Hayabusa. Such a shame. Got your ass kicked by Kasumi? Oh poor baby.'
Nice return he thought to himself.
'Look Ayane, you can't keep threatening people cos one day you will find out what pain is.'
'Are you here for a reason? Or will I just have to kick your ass back to Japan?'
'You're still a witty bitch aren't you?'
'I aim to please also to kill.'
'A sniper rifle? Easy to aim with.'
'How dare you come here to tell me that I'm a murderer.'
'Are you?'
Ayane, not realising stood up and lifted the table into him. She ran out the door.
Hayabusa sat and drank his tea before leaving.
Ayane got home and changed again. Another dress with a bow. She couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror for five minutes. She packed her bags and opened the door.
'Hello again'
'You bastard,'
Hayabusa approached as she walked back and dropped her bags.
'What do you want?'
'Me nothing, Helena on the other hand wants you.'
Ayane steadied herself and got into a fighting stance.
'Whoa, slow down girl. I don't want to fight. I want to know the truth. Yes or no?'
She stood for a moment.
'It's not my style if I really wanted to kill her mother I would have killed her face to face.'
'So is that a no?'
'That's a "get out of my face or I'll kill you" '
'Pretty touchy today, Ayane. Well I shall make my leave. Remember Kasumi is blood. Your own blood.'
'Yeh, yeh, whatever.'
Hayabusa left the room and made his way out of the hotel.
Ayane stared at the door and then slammed it shut.