AVENGEMENT
Disclaimer: Nope . . . don't own RK
A/N: Good, you guys like the idea. No more waiting, here it is:
Chapter One
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Then it hit him, "What is a girl as young and as beautiful as her doing at an enemy camp? She's not some prostitute; that would be impossible she looks too innocent"
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Kaoru Kamiya slowly rose from her position, her strong arms laden with her father's body. Her tears had ceased to flow; there was only a cold blue glint in her eyes. Her eyes did not betray her as they had done on many previous occasions. They were devoid of any emotion.
Her goal was to avenge her father's death; she would avenge many innocent ones in the process. Her goal was set: KILL THE BATTOUSAI.
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She was only sixteen; she wielded a bokken as a toddler and a katana as a preteen. She had killed at the age of thirteen and had become an assassin, her father's wishes to support his beliefs in right from wrong. She had become assistant master at the tender age of ten years old. She grew up as a boy would, as a boy who aspired to become a samurai.
She was not in any obvious way, weak. Her popular nickname was 'Masked Murderer,' they called her that because no one had ever seen her face. She chose to wear a black mask whenever she went on missions. No one knew that the Masked Murderer was a woman.
Koshijiro Kamiya wanted the Kamiya name to go down in history, to show honor for the Kamiya name by contributing to the dawn of a new era. Kaoru would have to play her role in the bloody massacre. He taught her well, she was skilled with the katana and its companion sword - the wakizachi. Although the raven-haired beauty loathed killing people, she constantly repeated an axiom to herself: "It's for the innocent ones"
She was responsible for many unknown assassinations of wealthy and greedy people from higher-class communities in Japan - the ones who assisted in the financing of the bloody war. She loathed their greedy all-for-nothing frauds and found it difficult not to take pleasure in murdering them.
However, the girl had decided to stop killing. She felt it was wrong to take a life, no matter how terrible the person as a human being was. Everyone deserved to live - or so she thought . . . until now.
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After Koshijiro Kamiya's cremation ceremony, many gave sincere condolences to the girl. She was all alone now, all alone to her thoughts, beliefs and actions. However, not a soul saw her shed a tear. Instead, she kept the cold passive look on her now-hardened facial features. Many a person said that she wasn't in any way concerned about her father's passing and was an ungrateful miserable excuse for a young woman. Kaoru would grit her teeth and say 'if only you knew my thoughts.' Inwardly, Kaoru cried like there would be no tomorrow, but she couldn't put that face forward. It would only make her weaker.
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Kaoru Kamiya diligently trained in the Kamiya Kasshin Ryu, her father's traditional style. Often, at night, she would train by a secluded river. Her father had showed her this place when they had just arrived in Kyoto. It was free of blood, nature's beauty shone through it.
She made her down to the river, for a few minutes, she stared at the serene picture that the full moon made on the rippling water. She breathed deeply, taking in the familiar surroundings, clearing her mind; clearing it so she could focus on her training.
Kaoru fisted the rough material of her hakama and ground her teeth. She allowed herself to remember that dreaded night her father was murdered by Battousai. Kaoru allowed herself to remember the tragedy of it all, the tears she shed, the blood - there was so much of it, and last but not least, her vow to kill him.
Mentally, she kicked herself - she was supposed to be clearing her mind, not confusing it anymore than it already was. She sucked a sharp intake of air. Her adrenalin was pumping now, the desire to make his death slow and painful, fuelled her muscles.
Battousai had caused her a lifetime of unbearable pain; he had done it to many others too. He would die by her hand; she would end the pain he had caused others and bring peace to her father's soul.
She drew her katana with deadly precision, targeting an imaginary opponent, slicing off his imaginary head. With a quick back flip, she twisted the sword to another opponent, this time; she ran the sword through his gut. One thought alone ran through her mind: KILL BATTOUSAI.
If it were reality, the guts spilled could make even a killing machine retch. However, that would never happen to Kaoru. She was ruthless, cold - a murderer, a feared assassin. She was a shadow assassin, no one knew her face - if anyone saw her face; he would never live to tell a soul that she was a woman.
Sensitive hearing picked up soft footfalls, she sensed for any battle qi. There was one, it wasn't particularly powerful but anything was a possibility. This person could prove to be a threat. She sheathed the katana and exhaled softly. Slowly, the assassin crouched down at the riverbank, her hand at her waist, ready to pull out her katana.
Her form was a mere silhouette, silver in the gleam of the moonlight. Long, raven hair, pulled into a high ponytail, gi and hakama, the katana - she looked like a samurai poised for battle.
She waited.
A/N: Aha, a cliffy; I guess you're wondering who this 'shadow' is - well, to tell you the honest truth, I don't know who it is yet (don't you just hate it when the author doesn't know who is who yet?) Well, suggestions and comments are welcome.
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Black Chiney
Disclaimer: Nope . . . don't own RK
A/N: Good, you guys like the idea. No more waiting, here it is:
Chapter One
~*~*~*~*~
Then it hit him, "What is a girl as young and as beautiful as her doing at an enemy camp? She's not some prostitute; that would be impossible she looks too innocent"
~*~*~*~*~
Kaoru Kamiya slowly rose from her position, her strong arms laden with her father's body. Her tears had ceased to flow; there was only a cold blue glint in her eyes. Her eyes did not betray her as they had done on many previous occasions. They were devoid of any emotion.
Her goal was to avenge her father's death; she would avenge many innocent ones in the process. Her goal was set: KILL THE BATTOUSAI.
~*~*~*~*~
She was only sixteen; she wielded a bokken as a toddler and a katana as a preteen. She had killed at the age of thirteen and had become an assassin, her father's wishes to support his beliefs in right from wrong. She had become assistant master at the tender age of ten years old. She grew up as a boy would, as a boy who aspired to become a samurai.
She was not in any obvious way, weak. Her popular nickname was 'Masked Murderer,' they called her that because no one had ever seen her face. She chose to wear a black mask whenever she went on missions. No one knew that the Masked Murderer was a woman.
Koshijiro Kamiya wanted the Kamiya name to go down in history, to show honor for the Kamiya name by contributing to the dawn of a new era. Kaoru would have to play her role in the bloody massacre. He taught her well, she was skilled with the katana and its companion sword - the wakizachi. Although the raven-haired beauty loathed killing people, she constantly repeated an axiom to herself: "It's for the innocent ones"
She was responsible for many unknown assassinations of wealthy and greedy people from higher-class communities in Japan - the ones who assisted in the financing of the bloody war. She loathed their greedy all-for-nothing frauds and found it difficult not to take pleasure in murdering them.
However, the girl had decided to stop killing. She felt it was wrong to take a life, no matter how terrible the person as a human being was. Everyone deserved to live - or so she thought . . . until now.
~*~*~*~*~
After Koshijiro Kamiya's cremation ceremony, many gave sincere condolences to the girl. She was all alone now, all alone to her thoughts, beliefs and actions. However, not a soul saw her shed a tear. Instead, she kept the cold passive look on her now-hardened facial features. Many a person said that she wasn't in any way concerned about her father's passing and was an ungrateful miserable excuse for a young woman. Kaoru would grit her teeth and say 'if only you knew my thoughts.' Inwardly, Kaoru cried like there would be no tomorrow, but she couldn't put that face forward. It would only make her weaker.
~*~*~*~*~
Kaoru Kamiya diligently trained in the Kamiya Kasshin Ryu, her father's traditional style. Often, at night, she would train by a secluded river. Her father had showed her this place when they had just arrived in Kyoto. It was free of blood, nature's beauty shone through it.
She made her down to the river, for a few minutes, she stared at the serene picture that the full moon made on the rippling water. She breathed deeply, taking in the familiar surroundings, clearing her mind; clearing it so she could focus on her training.
Kaoru fisted the rough material of her hakama and ground her teeth. She allowed herself to remember that dreaded night her father was murdered by Battousai. Kaoru allowed herself to remember the tragedy of it all, the tears she shed, the blood - there was so much of it, and last but not least, her vow to kill him.
Mentally, she kicked herself - she was supposed to be clearing her mind, not confusing it anymore than it already was. She sucked a sharp intake of air. Her adrenalin was pumping now, the desire to make his death slow and painful, fuelled her muscles.
Battousai had caused her a lifetime of unbearable pain; he had done it to many others too. He would die by her hand; she would end the pain he had caused others and bring peace to her father's soul.
She drew her katana with deadly precision, targeting an imaginary opponent, slicing off his imaginary head. With a quick back flip, she twisted the sword to another opponent, this time; she ran the sword through his gut. One thought alone ran through her mind: KILL BATTOUSAI.
If it were reality, the guts spilled could make even a killing machine retch. However, that would never happen to Kaoru. She was ruthless, cold - a murderer, a feared assassin. She was a shadow assassin, no one knew her face - if anyone saw her face; he would never live to tell a soul that she was a woman.
Sensitive hearing picked up soft footfalls, she sensed for any battle qi. There was one, it wasn't particularly powerful but anything was a possibility. This person could prove to be a threat. She sheathed the katana and exhaled softly. Slowly, the assassin crouched down at the riverbank, her hand at her waist, ready to pull out her katana.
Her form was a mere silhouette, silver in the gleam of the moonlight. Long, raven hair, pulled into a high ponytail, gi and hakama, the katana - she looked like a samurai poised for battle.
She waited.
A/N: Aha, a cliffy; I guess you're wondering who this 'shadow' is - well, to tell you the honest truth, I don't know who it is yet (don't you just hate it when the author doesn't know who is who yet?) Well, suggestions and comments are welcome.
*~*~*~*~Click That Button*~*~*~*
Black Chiney