A.N- Hi! Well I'm back, finally got over the cold. Then the thing that
really sucked is that not to long ago I sprained my ankle, so I sat with my
foot up for four days.
There is only one more chapter after this, I know it's sad. Oh well the
good thing is that this will be the first story I will have completed. Oh
and one more thing, for all you Ryu fans, there is a nice description here
for you all.
I got asked if the chapters could be made longer, well to answer that
question. It depends, this is a short story and I write as much as I can
think of with out it getting stupid. The last chapter should be longer than
the rest, a lot of stuff happens so it should be interesting. Well on with
the fic, enjoy and thanks again for all the reviews.
Awakening
Hayabusa stood with his arms folded across his chest, his back supported by the wall. He stared out of the bed room window, his emerald eyes taking in every thing in the decollate streets below. He knew that the darkness and the persistent storm out there concealed them. The street light splintered through the gaps in the curtains, highlighting his facial features, and defining his muscular arms. His mind was plagued with thoughts as he glanced over towards the bed, had he protected Kasumi like he had promised Hayate all those years ago? Or had he taken advantage of her helplessness and used her for his own pleasure?
No, he had to stop thinking like this; he turned his attention back to the street below, but his gaze didn't remain there for long. He looked back over towards the bed, his green eyes studying his new love. Love? Why had he thought that? It was true, he had had feelings for the runaway in the past, but over the years that had changed. But why? It didn't really matter; he shook his head, in an attempt to clear his mind, as the minutes passed he found it hard not to let his emotions show. He knew that he was better than that, it had almost been fifteen years since he had begun his training as a ninja. In that time he had learned to become the man he was, emotionless, solitary.
He looked back out the window, still nothing, even though nothing could be seen, he knew that Hayate's assassins were watching. He saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked in the direction of the bed. Kasumi had shifted her position in her sleep. Ryu smiled slightly at her ravished appearance.
She lay on her back, her head resting to the side. Her long copper hair was disheveled and fell over the soft pillow cushioning her head, and the thin sheet was tangled around her lithe figure. Her right arm had fallen off the mattress and her delicate fingers just brushed against the carpet and her other arm was resting across her stomach. Her slender face was expressionless as she slept peacefully, but Ryu knew that her dreams must be tormented by what she had experienced even if it had been pleasure.
He sighed, the smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. He slid down the wall quietly, until he was sitting on the floor. He outstretched his legs, and let his arms fall loosely to his sides. Ryu tilted his head back slightly, his eye length, bangs fell against his forehead. He closed his eyes trying to ease his mind, but he soon found himself drifting off to sleep. Suddenly Kasumi's soft voice brought him back to his senses.
"Are you ok Ryu?"
He looked over to the bed and saw that she was lying on her side, she pushed her self up stiffly so that her right arm supported her.
" I'm fine. Go back to sleep" his voice was cold and uncaring. He stood up and leaned against the wall again.
"Please, you need to get some rest." His tone softened.
Kasumi smiled slightly, she studied Ryu as he glanced out of the window.
He was now wearing loose fitting black jeans, no shirt, and he had pulled his hair back in to a low, loose ponytail that fell over one of his broad shoulder.
Even though he had showed compassion or what Kasumi, believed to be compassion, the man standing by the window still frightened her. But something had seemed to change, yes she still feared him, but now there was something else. Kasumi sat up, brining her knees to her chest, and then she folded her arms across the tops of he knees and rested her forehead on her arms. What was wrong with her? Why hadn't she tried to leave when she found out that she wasn't going to die? Maybe it was the fear that he might do something. Why was it though, that when he had pushed her back on to the bed and kissed her, touched her, and made love to her, why hadn't resisted? Why hadn't she pushed him away? Told him no? Screamed? Or was it the fact that she didn't want to give up a single chance to feel the sensation, and loose her self to the intoxicating pleasure of being loved. Now there she was, sitting unclothed, in Ryu's bed with only the thin sheets to keep her warm; with Ryu standing only half dressed with a possessive, seductive shine in his eyes. Gods what would he do next? Would she be killed, now that he had used her for his sexual needs and entertainment?
Her thoughts were still distracting her when she felt Hayabusa's hand on her bare shoulder. She felt his fingers on her neck, pushing strands of her disheveled dark copper hair over her other shoulder.
"Please, lay down and sleep."
Kasumi raised her head to look at him. His face was still expressionless, but the possessive, seductive shine in his eyes was replaced with concern and care.
"I want to leave, I don't want to be here." her voice was a sad whisper, that was barley heard by Hayabusa. He sighed, if she left, the waiting assassins would kill her, then kill him.
"I can't let you do that."
"Why?" her voice still a whisper.
Ryu leaned back against the headboard, and then he ran his fingers down to the small of her back.
"Because if I do, you will be killed and I can't allow that."
She turned her head away and looked over to the window.
"Why do you care? You've never seemed to care until now, so what's changed?"
Her tone had turned deadly, but her voice was shaky.
"Nothing has changed, I promised your brother that I would protect you, so that's what I'm doing" he paused, the seductive shine was back in his eyes, and any shred of care that had been there was gone.
"And you're good in bed, so you're worth keeping around."
He leaned forward and kissed her neck, but Kasumi pulled away and turned around to face him. She didn't care when the sheet fell from across her breasts; she just didn't care any more.
" So that's all I'm good for? I'm just something for you to use then discard?"
His eyes narrowed and his expression darkened, he did not just use women for his amusement, and he would never do that to his best friends sister.
"What would you have me do? Leave you to be killed by your half sister?" this time there was anger in his voice, and his green eyes had turned dark.
Her head lowered, and her unevenly cut copper bangs fell across her eyes. The runaway didn't know how to respond to Ryu's harsh attack, who would?
"Or would you have preferred that I raped and killed you, then left you in the street?"
She raised her head and locked gazes with the seemingly heartless man in front of her; tears spilled over her eyelashes and ran down her cheeks.
"But you did, you did rape me, you just haven't killed me yet!"
Her tone was now hostile, but her voice was very shaky. More tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking in to the sheet tangled round her waist. Hayabusa's eyes narrowed, he grabbed Kasumi roughly and pulled her on to his lap. Her legs fell either side of his and her breasts flattened against his chest. Fear played in her brown eyes, and her heart began to beat faster. Ryu looked at her and pulled her as close as he could with out breaking her back, he could feel her heart pounding and her body began to tremble.
" I wouldn't call it rape," he said coolly, he supported her back with one hand and brushed her bangs away from her eyes with the other. "I didn't think that I took you against your will, if I was, you didn't seem to make any attempt to resist. You never once resisted my touch, and if I remember correctly, your only verbal protest were your cries of ecstasy as I thrust in to you."
Kasumi was left speechless. She had no answer for him, and no mater how many times she told herself that every thing that he had just said was a lie, in her heart she knew it was all true. She rested her head on his shoulder; more tears rolled down her cheeks and on to Ryu's skin. She felt so confused, nothing made any sense to her at that point in time, and part of her wished that she were dead. Kasumi felt Hayabusa's hand on the back of her head, she could feel his fingers tangle in her hair, then he untangled as he ran his hand down the length of her back. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her body still trembled. She knew that she was stronger than this, but the whole situation was too much for her to handle. With a deep breath she pulled away, turning so that she could lay back down. Ryu grabbed her wrist; she flinched at his touch.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you."
He released her bruised wrist. Kasumi was shocked, what was wrong with her? Or was it Hayabusa who had something wrong with him. She felt even more confused, how could Ryu seem so heartless one minute then be so compassionate the next? She sighed angrily and lay down, pulling the sheets around her shoulders. Kasumi lay in thought for several minutes, until Ryu spoke again. His voice was calm even peaceful, and his tone was warm and caring.
"I will have to see your brother tomorrow at dawn, well in five hours to be precise."
Kasumi rolled over, coming face to face with Hayabusa.
"Why?"
There was a moment of silence before he continued. Ryu didn't turn to face her, he just lay with his eyes closed and his hands resting on his chest.
"I have to tell him of my success. But there is no success, because you are not dead. I have had no intent on hurting you, but I must have some proof."
He sat up and looked at her, his green eyes cold as stone. He pulled a small dagger from his side, along with her dress. Kasumi's eyes widened with fear, but when she tried to move she felt the same as she had in the ally only hours before.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. But this will hurt, I have something that will take away the pain."
He handed her a small vile, she eyed it wearily, then unscrewed the top and downed the dark liquid.
After a minute she felt her mid section go numb.
"What have you done to me?"
There was panic in her voice; Ryu regarded her with one of his expressionless looks. He moved behind her and slowly ran the dagger across her stomach. The blade cut in to her skin, a small line of blood came from the large cut.
"Why did you hurt me?"
Hayabusa put the dress over the wound, the soft fabric soaking up the blood.
"This is my proof, hopefully Hayate will except this. Just to make sure," he took the dagger again and cut off some of her hair.
"What did you do that for? And what proof are you talking about?"
Ryu smiled darkly and removed her dress from the cut, then he held the dress up to make sure there was enough blood, then he slashed her dress.
"There, now Hayate will have his proof. He should be satisfied that you are dead."
Kasumi lay back, covering her wound with her hands. Ryu got off the bed and went in to the bathroom, he came back with some bandages.
"Here, I don't need blood all over the sheets. When I'm gone, don't leave this place. If you do we will both be killed."
He put the dagger, bloody dress and hair on the dresser. He pulled the tie from his hair and dropped it on to the floor.
Ryu turned back towards the bed, Kasumi had finished bandaging her wound and had lain down. He knew it wouldn't be long before the painkiller would where off, with a sigh he walked over to the bed and lay down next to her.
Hayabusa had less than five hours before he had to go see Hayate and tell him of his success. He just hoped that Hayate would believe him, other wise all efforts would be for nothing.
A.N- wow that was a long one. A lot of stuff happened, no? Ryu's having many an internal conflict. He's been torn between the good and the bad with in.
A big thank you to all the people who have reviewed. Oh and please ignore all spelling and grammar errors for now, or just until I have one of my good friends to read it
Will Hayate believe Ryu? And what is Ayane going to do or say?
Well until chapter 6, keep reviewing, and a big Thank you
Faith
Awakening
Hayabusa stood with his arms folded across his chest, his back supported by the wall. He stared out of the bed room window, his emerald eyes taking in every thing in the decollate streets below. He knew that the darkness and the persistent storm out there concealed them. The street light splintered through the gaps in the curtains, highlighting his facial features, and defining his muscular arms. His mind was plagued with thoughts as he glanced over towards the bed, had he protected Kasumi like he had promised Hayate all those years ago? Or had he taken advantage of her helplessness and used her for his own pleasure?
No, he had to stop thinking like this; he turned his attention back to the street below, but his gaze didn't remain there for long. He looked back over towards the bed, his green eyes studying his new love. Love? Why had he thought that? It was true, he had had feelings for the runaway in the past, but over the years that had changed. But why? It didn't really matter; he shook his head, in an attempt to clear his mind, as the minutes passed he found it hard not to let his emotions show. He knew that he was better than that, it had almost been fifteen years since he had begun his training as a ninja. In that time he had learned to become the man he was, emotionless, solitary.
He looked back out the window, still nothing, even though nothing could be seen, he knew that Hayate's assassins were watching. He saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked in the direction of the bed. Kasumi had shifted her position in her sleep. Ryu smiled slightly at her ravished appearance.
She lay on her back, her head resting to the side. Her long copper hair was disheveled and fell over the soft pillow cushioning her head, and the thin sheet was tangled around her lithe figure. Her right arm had fallen off the mattress and her delicate fingers just brushed against the carpet and her other arm was resting across her stomach. Her slender face was expressionless as she slept peacefully, but Ryu knew that her dreams must be tormented by what she had experienced even if it had been pleasure.
He sighed, the smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. He slid down the wall quietly, until he was sitting on the floor. He outstretched his legs, and let his arms fall loosely to his sides. Ryu tilted his head back slightly, his eye length, bangs fell against his forehead. He closed his eyes trying to ease his mind, but he soon found himself drifting off to sleep. Suddenly Kasumi's soft voice brought him back to his senses.
"Are you ok Ryu?"
He looked over to the bed and saw that she was lying on her side, she pushed her self up stiffly so that her right arm supported her.
" I'm fine. Go back to sleep" his voice was cold and uncaring. He stood up and leaned against the wall again.
"Please, you need to get some rest." His tone softened.
Kasumi smiled slightly, she studied Ryu as he glanced out of the window.
He was now wearing loose fitting black jeans, no shirt, and he had pulled his hair back in to a low, loose ponytail that fell over one of his broad shoulder.
Even though he had showed compassion or what Kasumi, believed to be compassion, the man standing by the window still frightened her. But something had seemed to change, yes she still feared him, but now there was something else. Kasumi sat up, brining her knees to her chest, and then she folded her arms across the tops of he knees and rested her forehead on her arms. What was wrong with her? Why hadn't she tried to leave when she found out that she wasn't going to die? Maybe it was the fear that he might do something. Why was it though, that when he had pushed her back on to the bed and kissed her, touched her, and made love to her, why hadn't resisted? Why hadn't she pushed him away? Told him no? Screamed? Or was it the fact that she didn't want to give up a single chance to feel the sensation, and loose her self to the intoxicating pleasure of being loved. Now there she was, sitting unclothed, in Ryu's bed with only the thin sheets to keep her warm; with Ryu standing only half dressed with a possessive, seductive shine in his eyes. Gods what would he do next? Would she be killed, now that he had used her for his sexual needs and entertainment?
Her thoughts were still distracting her when she felt Hayabusa's hand on her bare shoulder. She felt his fingers on her neck, pushing strands of her disheveled dark copper hair over her other shoulder.
"Please, lay down and sleep."
Kasumi raised her head to look at him. His face was still expressionless, but the possessive, seductive shine in his eyes was replaced with concern and care.
"I want to leave, I don't want to be here." her voice was a sad whisper, that was barley heard by Hayabusa. He sighed, if she left, the waiting assassins would kill her, then kill him.
"I can't let you do that."
"Why?" her voice still a whisper.
Ryu leaned back against the headboard, and then he ran his fingers down to the small of her back.
"Because if I do, you will be killed and I can't allow that."
She turned her head away and looked over to the window.
"Why do you care? You've never seemed to care until now, so what's changed?"
Her tone had turned deadly, but her voice was shaky.
"Nothing has changed, I promised your brother that I would protect you, so that's what I'm doing" he paused, the seductive shine was back in his eyes, and any shred of care that had been there was gone.
"And you're good in bed, so you're worth keeping around."
He leaned forward and kissed her neck, but Kasumi pulled away and turned around to face him. She didn't care when the sheet fell from across her breasts; she just didn't care any more.
" So that's all I'm good for? I'm just something for you to use then discard?"
His eyes narrowed and his expression darkened, he did not just use women for his amusement, and he would never do that to his best friends sister.
"What would you have me do? Leave you to be killed by your half sister?" this time there was anger in his voice, and his green eyes had turned dark.
Her head lowered, and her unevenly cut copper bangs fell across her eyes. The runaway didn't know how to respond to Ryu's harsh attack, who would?
"Or would you have preferred that I raped and killed you, then left you in the street?"
She raised her head and locked gazes with the seemingly heartless man in front of her; tears spilled over her eyelashes and ran down her cheeks.
"But you did, you did rape me, you just haven't killed me yet!"
Her tone was now hostile, but her voice was very shaky. More tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking in to the sheet tangled round her waist. Hayabusa's eyes narrowed, he grabbed Kasumi roughly and pulled her on to his lap. Her legs fell either side of his and her breasts flattened against his chest. Fear played in her brown eyes, and her heart began to beat faster. Ryu looked at her and pulled her as close as he could with out breaking her back, he could feel her heart pounding and her body began to tremble.
" I wouldn't call it rape," he said coolly, he supported her back with one hand and brushed her bangs away from her eyes with the other. "I didn't think that I took you against your will, if I was, you didn't seem to make any attempt to resist. You never once resisted my touch, and if I remember correctly, your only verbal protest were your cries of ecstasy as I thrust in to you."
Kasumi was left speechless. She had no answer for him, and no mater how many times she told herself that every thing that he had just said was a lie, in her heart she knew it was all true. She rested her head on his shoulder; more tears rolled down her cheeks and on to Ryu's skin. She felt so confused, nothing made any sense to her at that point in time, and part of her wished that she were dead. Kasumi felt Hayabusa's hand on the back of her head, she could feel his fingers tangle in her hair, then he untangled as he ran his hand down the length of her back. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her body still trembled. She knew that she was stronger than this, but the whole situation was too much for her to handle. With a deep breath she pulled away, turning so that she could lay back down. Ryu grabbed her wrist; she flinched at his touch.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you."
He released her bruised wrist. Kasumi was shocked, what was wrong with her? Or was it Hayabusa who had something wrong with him. She felt even more confused, how could Ryu seem so heartless one minute then be so compassionate the next? She sighed angrily and lay down, pulling the sheets around her shoulders. Kasumi lay in thought for several minutes, until Ryu spoke again. His voice was calm even peaceful, and his tone was warm and caring.
"I will have to see your brother tomorrow at dawn, well in five hours to be precise."
Kasumi rolled over, coming face to face with Hayabusa.
"Why?"
There was a moment of silence before he continued. Ryu didn't turn to face her, he just lay with his eyes closed and his hands resting on his chest.
"I have to tell him of my success. But there is no success, because you are not dead. I have had no intent on hurting you, but I must have some proof."
He sat up and looked at her, his green eyes cold as stone. He pulled a small dagger from his side, along with her dress. Kasumi's eyes widened with fear, but when she tried to move she felt the same as she had in the ally only hours before.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. But this will hurt, I have something that will take away the pain."
He handed her a small vile, she eyed it wearily, then unscrewed the top and downed the dark liquid.
After a minute she felt her mid section go numb.
"What have you done to me?"
There was panic in her voice; Ryu regarded her with one of his expressionless looks. He moved behind her and slowly ran the dagger across her stomach. The blade cut in to her skin, a small line of blood came from the large cut.
"Why did you hurt me?"
Hayabusa put the dress over the wound, the soft fabric soaking up the blood.
"This is my proof, hopefully Hayate will except this. Just to make sure," he took the dagger again and cut off some of her hair.
"What did you do that for? And what proof are you talking about?"
Ryu smiled darkly and removed her dress from the cut, then he held the dress up to make sure there was enough blood, then he slashed her dress.
"There, now Hayate will have his proof. He should be satisfied that you are dead."
Kasumi lay back, covering her wound with her hands. Ryu got off the bed and went in to the bathroom, he came back with some bandages.
"Here, I don't need blood all over the sheets. When I'm gone, don't leave this place. If you do we will both be killed."
He put the dagger, bloody dress and hair on the dresser. He pulled the tie from his hair and dropped it on to the floor.
Ryu turned back towards the bed, Kasumi had finished bandaging her wound and had lain down. He knew it wouldn't be long before the painkiller would where off, with a sigh he walked over to the bed and lay down next to her.
Hayabusa had less than five hours before he had to go see Hayate and tell him of his success. He just hoped that Hayate would believe him, other wise all efforts would be for nothing.
A.N- wow that was a long one. A lot of stuff happened, no? Ryu's having many an internal conflict. He's been torn between the good and the bad with in.
A big thank you to all the people who have reviewed. Oh and please ignore all spelling and grammar errors for now, or just until I have one of my good friends to read it
Will Hayate believe Ryu? And what is Ayane going to do or say?
Well until chapter 6, keep reviewing, and a big Thank you
Faith