I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS, I DON'T EVEN WANT TO PRETEND I DO. NOW ENJOY THE FIC, AN' PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW IT!!! I also have gotten the permision to use Urako, from my good friend Fannie-dono, also known as Fanfiction Wanderer, so please please please, don't think I"m tryin' to rip her off, cause she's just that cool!!
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A Question of Employer's
It had been 3 days, still with no sign of Shidobu. No one had seen him, heard from him, or anything related to him. Botan had checked the docks, or any where else she had heard of for demon activity, most of it the regular imp or gremlin which she easily handled herself. She was worried about Shidobu, very worried. 'Somethings happened to him I just know it,' she thought worriedly on the evening of the third day. She returned to his appartment, again to wait in hopes that he would walk in the door, and she would get a chance to yell at him.
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The darkness recieded back into the locket as the little girl snapped it closed, a malicious glint in her eyes. "Well, lets see if it worked, or if its been to long," she whispered in sadistic delight. Shidobu stood motionless before her, his hand still wrapped around the hilt of his katana. "Stupid boy," the little girl cooed, tracing a small hand over his on the hilt, "You didn't think you could hurt a 'Little Girl' did you?" Shidobu stands motionless, his very body unmoved. His eyes stare into the distance, as though looking through worlds. He seems dimmed, as though the life in him is gone. Suddenly however, he brings his katana straight out, whipping it around in practice forms. He jumps away from the little girl, Katana at the defense. "Who the HELL are you!?" he shouts. The little girl smiles a cruel inhuman smile, "I'm Arimi."
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Urako danced in her dojo, the loud music blarring about her, not bothing her concentration in the least. Her hands and hips dance about, as she shakes to the beat while also moving sinuously in a dance well rehearsed for her job. She draws her katana, slashing at the air, spinning to slash again with the beat, her feet stomping as she leaps into a backflip. The song decends into its final notes, and she rushes forward as the tempo increases, and she lets loose a torrent of blows, her hips still shaking to the beat. As it cresendos she crouches down and brings her blade up in a final stroke, as the song finally ends. She stops, and looks around. 'hmmm he's still not here, where has he gone too, he's always here, early...' she thinks, before turning on another song, and begins her forms again.
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Shidobu slinks in the shadows, approaching the dojo where his mentor and trainer lives. He is as quiet as he can, seeming to be unnaturally so. His clothes are all black, his katana and other weapons sheathed in heavy clothe to keep them from clinking and giving him away. He slides open the door to the practice room softly, and tip toes in. Suddenly the lights blare to life, blinding him for a moment. "Sooo there you are. Took you long enough to come here," Urako's voice says. Shidobu's eyes narrow, to decrease the glare, as he searches his mentor out. His eyes lock on to her, about 10 feet away, the other edge of the practice room. She's garbed in her usual battle gear. "Ready to practice now, you've been skipping our sesions for a while now?" Urako asks good naturedly.
Shidobu nods, barely before racing forward at his opponent Urako. She smiles and turns on her mini boombox, letting the sounds wash over her and lets her body flow with the ryhthm, shaking and sliding to the beat. Shidobu closes in, and his katana whips out, faster than she remembers he can. 'Hmmm thats odd, I can't get a lock on his chi, and he's moving kind of funny' she thinks absently as she easily shaking to the side, spinning behind him. Shidobu whirls bringing his katana with him in an arc, slashing for Urako. She ducks under it, and pokes him in the ribs with a wooden katana. Shidobu slides, slashing in a frenzy at Urako, his strokes uncoordinated, wild, erratic. Low blows, high, jabs, slashes, spins, and leaps, all in one blazing rush. Urako looks grim as she dodges each blow, using her incredible speed to rush behind him and hit him in the back of the neck with her katana's hilt. He rolls forward with the blow, his katana splaying to the side, yet remains in his hand. He doesn't seem fazed by the blow at all, and quickly regains his stance and rushes Urako again.
"Shi-chan, whats wrong?" Urako says worriedly, as she dodges the blows, from this novice. Shidobu doesn't seem to hear her, as he simply redoubles his efforts, backing her toward the door to outside. Urako lets herself be led outside, again darting behind Shidobu to strike him in the neck with her katana hilt again. Shidobu falls forward, rolls, then bounds over a fence and into the night with a look over his shoulder as he runs.
"Shi-chan!?" Urako calls after him, a look of confusion passing over her face.