Author's Notes: Hey. I'm glad, that you like it. I don't have much, to say. Except for the fact, when I wrote this, I was in a dark mood, when I wrote this. Heh, that's probably noticable.
Joey/Mai fan15: Well, I guess I surprised myself. I thought that maybe, if I changed it would fit more to the storyline. I had thought of two different story lines depending of which parents I chose. Ryu and Kasumi, a life of constant fleeing and changes. Hitomi and Hayate, a tragic tale of a ninja. Well, I don't think that I would have gone through with making it Ryu/Kasumi, I mena, I even the thought is weird to me.
TigerEyes: I'll try to keep it up. I hope you like this chapter.
In Too Deep
* Cause, I'm in too deep and I'm trying to keep,
up, above in my head, instead of going under,
cause I'm in too deep and I'm trying to keep,
up, above in my head. Instead of going under, instead of going under*
- In Too Deep, Sum41
Kisho stod, there. Frozen. He was paralyzed by shock. He started to walk, and hoped that no one would see him, in the midnight darkness. He fleed into an alley, which he assumed was deserted. He heard retreating footsteps. He walked the other direction. There was another alley, which was connected with the one, he was walking in. He turned and walked left. He heard voices, of speaking. But saw no one.
The only thing seen, was the appartment buildings. The buildings were deserted. Kisho saw the broken windows and the graffiti scribles. He heard the voices from a closer view. He looked towards the direction, the sound came from. He saw some teenagers. He could that they had been around different sorts of people. They were all dark clad, and seemed to be drunk. He watched some of them sell items; The illegal kind. Anything that had came into their twisted minds. Kisho received glances, set to intimidate him. He ignored them. He saw a light. The light came from a silvery metal item; A gun. It was a Desert Eagle, 2.9 mm caliber. Kisho didn't much about guns, but he that a punch and a kick could be blocked, but a bullet couldn't. Yet, somehow he wasn't scared or intimidated, by the teenagers. Kisho didn't care about what happened. He hated himself, anyway. He heard a harsh voice addressing him. He turned around and watched as some of the teenagers gathered around him.
" Listen, punk. You never saw anything here." Came a harsh voice, blinded by rage.
" Why would I give a damn about what you do?" Kisho replied.
" If you tell anyone about what you saw, we'd have to do something to you?" Another voice came.
" And what might that?" Kisho asked, fearlessly.
" You don't want to know!"
" Well, I obviously would, 'cause I'm asking this question, dumbass." Kisho exclaimed.
" Who are you calling dumbass?" An offended reply came.
" You." Kisho calmly said. His voice was so calm, it was almost scary. There was no anger in his voice and that annoyed the gang.
With that, the guy, who had been insulted, attacked Kisho. Kisho blocked the kick, and pounded his fists against his attacker. His attacker fell to the ground, his face covered in blood. A punch was swung at Kisho, hitting him. Kisho punched and executed a high kick. The guy stumbled, to the ground. He rose, attacking Kisho with a powerfull punch. Pain. Kisho felt pain. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing; Quite the opposite, actually. Kisho had always fought better, when his mind was consumed with rage or hate. The remaining members of the group, fearfully watched their friends get beaten into bloody pulps. They decided to do something about it. Stupid move.
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About five minutes later, Kisho was strolling down the street. As if nothing had happened. Anyone who ever had gone against him, had known not to mess with him or weren't alive to do anything about it. Kisho never knew, that he had the strength to beat up whole gangs in several minutes. Maybe, it was because his parents always told him not to use violence, if not needed. He knew that his parents would want to see him now. They would be proud of him. He was not the same person, that he was eight years ago. Now, he was comsumed with hate, and could lash out at anyone, who would dare challenge him. So much had changed.
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Kisho walked towards the hotel. The doors were closed and people, he recognized, were standing outside. He looked at the figure standing infront of him, who started to speak.
" Are you Takai Fujimoto?" A man, dressed in dark blue clothes. With white stripes going down the side of his jacket. He wore a matching hat, placed over short and messy black hair. He was a police.
Kisho nodded. " You're comming with us."
Kisho didn't understand why, but followed the train of fighters. He walked up, to Yuki, who was following the policeman, too.
" What's going on?" He asked, his friend and waited for a reply. Yuki waited, then started to speak.
" A fighter, Helena Douglas, has been murdered. The police have decided to investigate all the fighters." Yuki replied. She continued. " She was found with a knife in her back, a woman came up, to clean Helena's room and found her dead."
" Wasn't she the heir to DOATEC?" Kisho asked. Yuki nodded. The group of fighters, were comming closer to the police station.
" During the last tournament, someone attempted to kill her, but failed." Lei Fang chimed in. The Chinese girl was tear eyed, and a few tears trickeled down her cheeks. She had been crying, everyone knew that she and Helena were close friends, ever since the second Dead Or Alive Tournament.
" Someone already had killed her parents and were after her. It was only a matter of time," Jann Lee exclaimed. Lei Fang glared at him and spoke.
" Jann Lee, you jerk. How can you say that?" Lei Fang shot back. The Chinese woman looked angry and glared at the other Chinese fighter.
" Hey! It's not like I didn't expect it," Jann Lee snapped, defensively.
Yuki and Kisho decided to let the two argue.... In peace. They started to walk ahead of them. The new fighters had all seemed shocked. Kisho wasn't. Somehow, he had dealt with death all his life and was immune to it. He noticed something strange. Kisho cast a glance on the Hawaiian fighter, Kahuku, and noticed something different. Kahuku had an evil smirk on his face and was not one to hide it. He seemed to be happy about Helena's death. And that was rare. Helena was very popular and everyone liked her; Almost everyone. The person, who killed her, had chose the perfect moment to strike.
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" Name?"
Kisho looked around, showing no sign of nervousity. And responded. " Takai Fujimoto."
" Age?" The police officer inquisited.
" Sixteen." Kisho answered. The man continued.
" Did you know the victim of this tragic incident, Helena Douglas, I believe her name was," The man asked.
" No, I didn't." Kisho replied. He was feeling uncomfortable, but didn't show it.
" Where were you last night at midnight?" Kisho looked up, as the question was placed in his head.
" I was downtown." Kisho said.
" And what exactly were you doing there?" Came into Kisho's ears.
" I was out for a walk. May I go now?" Kisho asked, combining his answer with a question. The police officer could tell, when someone was lying, but had no doubt of Kisho being innocent. A bad feeling was stuck, in his head, the police officer had a feeling that Kisho was somehow connected to criminal buisnesses. " Yes. You can."
Kisho left the room, he made his way into the waiting room; It was full of drowsy and tired fighters, who probably didn't get any sleep, since they had all been dragged in here in the middle of the night.
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Kisho stepped out of the elevator. He saw something fall to te ground, as fighter's retreating back was seen. Kisho looked at it. The prospect was alluring.
I picked up, the paper. It was folded, I wondered what was in the contents, as I unfolded it. I read the words quietly in my head. ' Dear, Ken. As you might know there's a demon, who has been found in the Yakushima mountains, and has slayed several ninjas. I have found out that the demon is after me and that the Shinobi knows I'm alive. I hope, that you understand why I have done, what I have. I hope that, maybe, when you're older you'll understand why I ran away. Or forgive me for what I've done. Please do try to understand, but If you don't, I understand. Right now, you probably hate me, but I want to you understnad what I'm trying to tell you. This demon can come after you, if it knows that you are my son. That's why I want you live a different life, a normal life. This is the last time, you'll be hearing from me. By the time, you read this letter, I'll be far away. I'm telling you this to protect you, and to make sure you don't end up like me; A runaway ninja. You're better off alone, because soon someone would take my life and maybe even yours. Love forever, Kasumi.' I looked at the letter carefully. If there was another demon, my parents would know about it. Maybe, this is all some evil plans of the Shinobi. Maybe, not. I'm intruiged. But I can't find out anything, without letting anyone know my identity. My secret; No one in this world, to trust.
Kisho dropped the note on the ground. Where he had found it, and made is way to his appartment. Whatever it was, he'd find out.
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Author's Notes: I didn't like killing Helena. Helena is one of my favorite characters, but she had to go....In this story! Anyway, review!!