Tenchu: Death Comes in Pairs
Made by: FanFictioner-2019
Chapter 2: Living in the Shadows for all These Years
Hours passed and Sung awoke, a feeling on his cheek. He touched it and closed his eyes, trying to remember what happened. It hit him like a stick in the face; it was the girl that had no name. The one with the black hair that had knocked him unconscious. He wondered what the feeling on his cheek was, and then he knew.
He got up rolled his shoulders and stretched his arm, then picked up his katana and sheathed it. Questions raced through his mind; why didn't she kill me? Did she kiss me on the cheek? He shook if off and walked outside, the snow still falling and two feet imprinted in the snow outside. They were roughly covered, but not enough that he couldn't see them.
"I can't really FOLLOW them, seeing as most of them would be covered by now. Damn, that woman knows how to fight AND escape." He chuckled to himself. "But I might as well try to follow them anyway." He sighed, knowing he would have nothing better to do anyway. Slowly he looked for prints and followed the exact same path that Ayame had taken before while he was knocked out. Eventually he came to a stop, where the tracks were gone.
"Strange . . .there's nothing that she could have gotten on to or--"
"Hey. Glad you could make it." A feminine voice beckoned. He looked directly above himself to a tree and saw Ayame in the branches, smiling.
"Thanks. Still hate me?"
"Hate's a very blunt word. Try hate severely." She smiled, jumping down from the tree. He laughed and saw a small path ahead of her.
"What's your name, mighty kunoichi?" He asked her as the two leaned on oppsite sides of the same tree.
"My name is none of your business. Fight me and I'll give it to you." Ayame demanded. She put her hands behind her back and began slipping out her blades. Just as she was about to release them Sung appeared and pushed her arms against the tree and put all his body weight on her, their faces close and their chests together. "My name is Ayame." She said, her nose touching his. "This is a very nice position to be in, you know." Ayame grunted. He got off her and apologized.
"So Ayame, I know it's a stupid question but . .did you have a romantic relationship with anyone even as a ninja?" Sung asked. Her feelings inside told her not to tell about Tatsumaru, but it was so strong. She just wanted to let it out. She's felt the feeling before, but not a lot.
"No." She said, trying not to shudder.
"If you did, it's fine. I won't say anything." Sung said in a half-caring tone.
"I--" she stopped.
"All right, how about you tell me why you wanted me to come here." Sung demanded calmly.
"I just want to know you more before I kill you." Ayame said, the two leaning on each side of the tree once again, it now being night. The two became silent, the snow stopping and the wind blowing through their hair. Ayame turned and looked at Sung, now on the ground asleep soundly. She became a bit warm and looked at him on the ground, watching him shiver.
"How does he sleep here? Oh well. I better get him a blanket and-what am I talking about?" She asked herself. She shook it off and left him there, cold and shivering . . .
Made by: FanFictioner-2019
Chapter 2: Living in the Shadows for all These Years
Hours passed and Sung awoke, a feeling on his cheek. He touched it and closed his eyes, trying to remember what happened. It hit him like a stick in the face; it was the girl that had no name. The one with the black hair that had knocked him unconscious. He wondered what the feeling on his cheek was, and then he knew.
He got up rolled his shoulders and stretched his arm, then picked up his katana and sheathed it. Questions raced through his mind; why didn't she kill me? Did she kiss me on the cheek? He shook if off and walked outside, the snow still falling and two feet imprinted in the snow outside. They were roughly covered, but not enough that he couldn't see them.
"I can't really FOLLOW them, seeing as most of them would be covered by now. Damn, that woman knows how to fight AND escape." He chuckled to himself. "But I might as well try to follow them anyway." He sighed, knowing he would have nothing better to do anyway. Slowly he looked for prints and followed the exact same path that Ayame had taken before while he was knocked out. Eventually he came to a stop, where the tracks were gone.
"Strange . . .there's nothing that she could have gotten on to or--"
"Hey. Glad you could make it." A feminine voice beckoned. He looked directly above himself to a tree and saw Ayame in the branches, smiling.
"Thanks. Still hate me?"
"Hate's a very blunt word. Try hate severely." She smiled, jumping down from the tree. He laughed and saw a small path ahead of her.
"What's your name, mighty kunoichi?" He asked her as the two leaned on oppsite sides of the same tree.
"My name is none of your business. Fight me and I'll give it to you." Ayame demanded. She put her hands behind her back and began slipping out her blades. Just as she was about to release them Sung appeared and pushed her arms against the tree and put all his body weight on her, their faces close and their chests together. "My name is Ayame." She said, her nose touching his. "This is a very nice position to be in, you know." Ayame grunted. He got off her and apologized.
"So Ayame, I know it's a stupid question but . .did you have a romantic relationship with anyone even as a ninja?" Sung asked. Her feelings inside told her not to tell about Tatsumaru, but it was so strong. She just wanted to let it out. She's felt the feeling before, but not a lot.
"No." She said, trying not to shudder.
"If you did, it's fine. I won't say anything." Sung said in a half-caring tone.
"I--" she stopped.
"All right, how about you tell me why you wanted me to come here." Sung demanded calmly.
"I just want to know you more before I kill you." Ayame said, the two leaning on each side of the tree once again, it now being night. The two became silent, the snow stopping and the wind blowing through their hair. Ayame turned and looked at Sung, now on the ground asleep soundly. She became a bit warm and looked at him on the ground, watching him shiver.
"How does he sleep here? Oh well. I better get him a blanket and-what am I talking about?" She asked herself. She shook it off and left him there, cold and shivering . . .