MITSURUGI
After many grueling battles, at last the mercenary Mitsurugi found Taki, the red-clad ninja. It was the depth of wintertime at the inundated castle. The floodwaters were frozen over and a light snow was falling.
"Why do you face me instead of Nightmare?" Taki asked with her arms folded to ward off the cold a little. "And why here and now?"
Mitsurugi grinned roguishly. "You really have to ask? You keep getting in the way of my quest for the sword that can beat the rifle. I gotta get rid of you."
"Fair enough." she said, shrugging and entering a battle-ready stance.
"Oh baby," Mitsurugi muttered as he raised his own weapon to the on-guard stance.
"What was that?" Taki asked sharply.
"Nothing."
"Do not underestimate the keen hearing of the ninja, Mitsurugi."
The swordsman wavered a moment at being caught in his lie. Then he broke his stance; he couldn't fight effectively while so mentally conflicted.
"Aw, I'll square with you," he said. "I chose this time and place for another reason."
"....I'm listening."
"That outfit you wear," Mitsurugi said. "It's very strange."
"I don't expect you to understand the ways of ninja," Taki said, "but what does my garb have to do with anything?"
"It's very tight...and sheer," Mitsu said, leering. "And you're so cold right now, it leaves even less to the imagination than usual."
Times like these, Taki was really glad she wore a mask. Feeling herself blush, she haughtily folded her arms to cover her chest. Because, damn it all, she *was* very, very cold, and it showed.
"So, the point of this battle..."
"...was purely for a certain ...visual stimulation."
"I see," Taki said easily, concealing how ruffled she actually was. "Of course, you realize that I can't let you live, having seen what you have."
"Then I guess I die happy."
Men! Taki thought.
(Author's Note: I thought, "why wintertime for this matchup?" And why Taki, instead of Nightmare? The answer: sex, of course. Men are such pigs. It's our fatal flaw.)
After many grueling battles, at last the mercenary Mitsurugi found Taki, the red-clad ninja. It was the depth of wintertime at the inundated castle. The floodwaters were frozen over and a light snow was falling.
"Why do you face me instead of Nightmare?" Taki asked with her arms folded to ward off the cold a little. "And why here and now?"
Mitsurugi grinned roguishly. "You really have to ask? You keep getting in the way of my quest for the sword that can beat the rifle. I gotta get rid of you."
"Fair enough." she said, shrugging and entering a battle-ready stance.
"Oh baby," Mitsurugi muttered as he raised his own weapon to the on-guard stance.
"What was that?" Taki asked sharply.
"Nothing."
"Do not underestimate the keen hearing of the ninja, Mitsurugi."
The swordsman wavered a moment at being caught in his lie. Then he broke his stance; he couldn't fight effectively while so mentally conflicted.
"Aw, I'll square with you," he said. "I chose this time and place for another reason."
"....I'm listening."
"That outfit you wear," Mitsurugi said. "It's very strange."
"I don't expect you to understand the ways of ninja," Taki said, "but what does my garb have to do with anything?"
"It's very tight...and sheer," Mitsu said, leering. "And you're so cold right now, it leaves even less to the imagination than usual."
Times like these, Taki was really glad she wore a mask. Feeling herself blush, she haughtily folded her arms to cover her chest. Because, damn it all, she *was* very, very cold, and it showed.
"So, the point of this battle..."
"...was purely for a certain ...visual stimulation."
"I see," Taki said easily, concealing how ruffled she actually was. "Of course, you realize that I can't let you live, having seen what you have."
"Then I guess I die happy."
Men! Taki thought.
(Author's Note: I thought, "why wintertime for this matchup?" And why Taki, instead of Nightmare? The answer: sex, of course. Men are such pigs. It's our fatal flaw.)