Tenchu: Death Comes in Pairs
Chapter 3: A Korean, Two Japanese and a Lot of Demons
Ayame couldn't sleep; she shook and shook but couldn't shake the feeling that she had done something horribly wrong. "Damn it!" She exclaimed, waking up from her attempts of slumber. A memory flashed in her mind of Sung shivering in the cold snow, and her thoughts of getting him a blanket. "He should die out in the cold frigid weather!" She yelled aloud. Rikimaru awoke and trudged to her hut, which wasn't very far away. He knocked and stretched; knowing it was still early in the morning.
Ayame looked to the door and armed herself, then asked who it was. "It's Rikimaru. Is everything okay?" His deep voice asked. She let him in and sat him down, explaining the whole situation layer by layer, situation by situation. Of course she didn't explain her true feelings except at the end, figuring he shouldn't know. He chuckled and thought for a minute or two, Ayame staring at him.
"So he's Korean?"
"Yes." Ayame answered.
"And you felt that bad about leaving him to die? You wanted to get him a BLANKET?" Rikimaru asked.
"Yes. Don't ask why, I just did, okay?" Ayame replied.
"No, that's fine. He should die for killing our fellow ninja. I just don't see how a simple Samurai could defeat a legion of--"
"He doesn't fight like a normal Samurai. He's . . .different. He knows Tae Kwon Do, he fights extremely fast with the sword, or I would think he would, and he seems to not care much about pain." Ayame explained.
"I'd like to meet this Samurai and take him down myself."
"You might just get the chance to take his ass." Ayame said cockily as she began to curl back up into her bed wearing a red kimono type outfit with her blades near her. Rikimaru left and shut the door behind him, wanting to now meet the enemy of Ayame.
"Thirty Ninjas by himself, no problem, not even an injury. The fool thinks he can defeat the Azuma so easily? I bet I can easily take him." Off Rikimaru went, in search of the one Samurai. Little did he know that Ayame was following, knowing he'd go search for Sung, whether it be for vengeance or for her heart.
Meanwhile . . . . The sun arose to welcome the morn, and there was Sung practicing his Kendo (art of sword) with his katana in his hands. His breath flowed through the air as did his blade and the wind softly blew through his hair. With every swipe of his katana came every footstep nearer Rikimaru was to facing him. Behind Rikimaru was indeed an exhausted Ayame, having not had sleep the last night and her muscles still aching from her bout with Sung. Sung stopped his practice and sensed a presence near him.
He closed his eyes and sheathed his sword as Rikimaru ran forward with his katana drawn blade pointed at his head. Ayame arrived as well and saw the current position Sung was in, and his lack of caring towards Rikimaru's blade. A quick thrust came from Rikimaru, but surely enough Sung moved his head gracefully to dodge the oncoming attack. Rikimaru quickly pushed the sword to the left in a horizontal slash; Sung ducked, some hair falling to the ground. "You ignorant Samurai!" Rikimaru exclaimed maliciously as he continued throwing attacks, yet somehow Sung dodged.
He isn't normal. He has his eyes closed and he still manages to dodge every attack Rikimaru throws at him. I'll just wait until the right--" Ayame fell from the small hill top she was perched on, knocked out. Rikimaru and Sung turned to see ten demon looking figures laughing, their eyes showing no mercy as they had no pupils. Sung drew his katana and rushed towards the demon, sword down by his waist diagonally. Rikimaru decided to wait to see the real fighting of the Samurai.
A vertical slash upward slit the throat and face of one demon and a quick kick sent the beast down the hill. A punch was thrown at Sung; easily dodged and finished with a quick stab to the abdominal area. He pulled his sword out and back-fisted the enemy down the hill. One of the beasts withdrew a pike and began stabbing at Sung, but each was dodged with grace, barely missing his martial arts gi by an inch. Sung ducked under an oncoming stab to the face and grabbed the pike, then pulled it back towards himself.
The demon lost its balance and was susceptible to any attack with his katana. Knowing that he slashed the beast in the legs twice, then tripped him onto the ground. Looking down into its pupil-less eyes he grunted and stabbed it through the chest with blood squirting out like a fountain of crimson water. So involved in the beast he had defeated he failed to notice an oncoming pike slash. Just as he was about to be struck down Rikimaru dashed to the scene and diagonally slashed the demon many times releasing blood everywhere.
Sung turned around and nodded to Rikimaru, and with that the two continued taking out the trash. Whilst the two fought hard to protect Ayame they didn't realize that the woman was watching the whole time smiling. Two more were left with swords, so it seemed to be an even match. Rikimaru and Sung stood back to back, swords ready to guard and attack. "I never thought I'd be working with the one who assassinated so many of my kind." Rikimaru said.
"Get used to it. We might be doing this a lot more sometime." Sung replied smiling. In a burst of speed the demons began running towards Sung and Rikimaru yelling and swords in the air. Rikimaru and Sung both took two steps up and waited patiently for the vertical slash. It happened just as planned. Sung and Rikimaru countered with wing blocks (basically putting your katana into the position as to where the blow will glance off) and moved to the left.
With quick reflexes the two slit the throats of the beasts, slashed their backs and then kicked them into each other. Blood was everywhere on the hill, countering the beautiful aura of the blue sky above them. "I ask myself what it's all for, but now that I finally think about it I can't really answer." Sung said to himself as he sheathed his katana, as did Rikimaru. Rikimaru overheard and put his hand on his shoulder.
"We think alike for once." Rikimaru solemnly stated. The two began walking calmly to Ayame, who lay on her back with her hands behind her head, smiling. The two stared at her, then looked at each other, then back at her again.
"Nice teamwork guys. So, who wants me first?" She asked sarcastically.
"What?" Sung asked her.
"Never mind." She replied.
"Still want to kill me? And I never got your name." Sung stated.
"My name is Rikimaru, and someday you will repent for your deeds." Rikimaru grunted. Ayame stood up and then Sung noticed her physique, for once. He scanned her down a bit and lightened his face, but still not smiling. She looked at him and smiled back, knowing he was staring at her body and beginning to give in to her.
"That's what she said." Sung said as he made a head gesture to Ayame. She laughed and walked close to him.
"So where are you going now you Korean idiot?" She asked, teasing him obviously.
"Somewhere were I can be in peace. Somewhere were I might not have to knock so hard on the door." She knew he was making references to his life, so she stroked his bangs out of his face and smiled.
"I know the perfect place."
Rikimaru began to wonder why she was being so kind and gentle . . .was it because she was off the job? Or was it . . .
Chapter 3: A Korean, Two Japanese and a Lot of Demons
Ayame couldn't sleep; she shook and shook but couldn't shake the feeling that she had done something horribly wrong. "Damn it!" She exclaimed, waking up from her attempts of slumber. A memory flashed in her mind of Sung shivering in the cold snow, and her thoughts of getting him a blanket. "He should die out in the cold frigid weather!" She yelled aloud. Rikimaru awoke and trudged to her hut, which wasn't very far away. He knocked and stretched; knowing it was still early in the morning.
Ayame looked to the door and armed herself, then asked who it was. "It's Rikimaru. Is everything okay?" His deep voice asked. She let him in and sat him down, explaining the whole situation layer by layer, situation by situation. Of course she didn't explain her true feelings except at the end, figuring he shouldn't know. He chuckled and thought for a minute or two, Ayame staring at him.
"So he's Korean?"
"Yes." Ayame answered.
"And you felt that bad about leaving him to die? You wanted to get him a BLANKET?" Rikimaru asked.
"Yes. Don't ask why, I just did, okay?" Ayame replied.
"No, that's fine. He should die for killing our fellow ninja. I just don't see how a simple Samurai could defeat a legion of--"
"He doesn't fight like a normal Samurai. He's . . .different. He knows Tae Kwon Do, he fights extremely fast with the sword, or I would think he would, and he seems to not care much about pain." Ayame explained.
"I'd like to meet this Samurai and take him down myself."
"You might just get the chance to take his ass." Ayame said cockily as she began to curl back up into her bed wearing a red kimono type outfit with her blades near her. Rikimaru left and shut the door behind him, wanting to now meet the enemy of Ayame.
"Thirty Ninjas by himself, no problem, not even an injury. The fool thinks he can defeat the Azuma so easily? I bet I can easily take him." Off Rikimaru went, in search of the one Samurai. Little did he know that Ayame was following, knowing he'd go search for Sung, whether it be for vengeance or for her heart.
Meanwhile . . . . The sun arose to welcome the morn, and there was Sung practicing his Kendo (art of sword) with his katana in his hands. His breath flowed through the air as did his blade and the wind softly blew through his hair. With every swipe of his katana came every footstep nearer Rikimaru was to facing him. Behind Rikimaru was indeed an exhausted Ayame, having not had sleep the last night and her muscles still aching from her bout with Sung. Sung stopped his practice and sensed a presence near him.
He closed his eyes and sheathed his sword as Rikimaru ran forward with his katana drawn blade pointed at his head. Ayame arrived as well and saw the current position Sung was in, and his lack of caring towards Rikimaru's blade. A quick thrust came from Rikimaru, but surely enough Sung moved his head gracefully to dodge the oncoming attack. Rikimaru quickly pushed the sword to the left in a horizontal slash; Sung ducked, some hair falling to the ground. "You ignorant Samurai!" Rikimaru exclaimed maliciously as he continued throwing attacks, yet somehow Sung dodged.
He isn't normal. He has his eyes closed and he still manages to dodge every attack Rikimaru throws at him. I'll just wait until the right--" Ayame fell from the small hill top she was perched on, knocked out. Rikimaru and Sung turned to see ten demon looking figures laughing, their eyes showing no mercy as they had no pupils. Sung drew his katana and rushed towards the demon, sword down by his waist diagonally. Rikimaru decided to wait to see the real fighting of the Samurai.
A vertical slash upward slit the throat and face of one demon and a quick kick sent the beast down the hill. A punch was thrown at Sung; easily dodged and finished with a quick stab to the abdominal area. He pulled his sword out and back-fisted the enemy down the hill. One of the beasts withdrew a pike and began stabbing at Sung, but each was dodged with grace, barely missing his martial arts gi by an inch. Sung ducked under an oncoming stab to the face and grabbed the pike, then pulled it back towards himself.
The demon lost its balance and was susceptible to any attack with his katana. Knowing that he slashed the beast in the legs twice, then tripped him onto the ground. Looking down into its pupil-less eyes he grunted and stabbed it through the chest with blood squirting out like a fountain of crimson water. So involved in the beast he had defeated he failed to notice an oncoming pike slash. Just as he was about to be struck down Rikimaru dashed to the scene and diagonally slashed the demon many times releasing blood everywhere.
Sung turned around and nodded to Rikimaru, and with that the two continued taking out the trash. Whilst the two fought hard to protect Ayame they didn't realize that the woman was watching the whole time smiling. Two more were left with swords, so it seemed to be an even match. Rikimaru and Sung stood back to back, swords ready to guard and attack. "I never thought I'd be working with the one who assassinated so many of my kind." Rikimaru said.
"Get used to it. We might be doing this a lot more sometime." Sung replied smiling. In a burst of speed the demons began running towards Sung and Rikimaru yelling and swords in the air. Rikimaru and Sung both took two steps up and waited patiently for the vertical slash. It happened just as planned. Sung and Rikimaru countered with wing blocks (basically putting your katana into the position as to where the blow will glance off) and moved to the left.
With quick reflexes the two slit the throats of the beasts, slashed their backs and then kicked them into each other. Blood was everywhere on the hill, countering the beautiful aura of the blue sky above them. "I ask myself what it's all for, but now that I finally think about it I can't really answer." Sung said to himself as he sheathed his katana, as did Rikimaru. Rikimaru overheard and put his hand on his shoulder.
"We think alike for once." Rikimaru solemnly stated. The two began walking calmly to Ayame, who lay on her back with her hands behind her head, smiling. The two stared at her, then looked at each other, then back at her again.
"Nice teamwork guys. So, who wants me first?" She asked sarcastically.
"What?" Sung asked her.
"Never mind." She replied.
"Still want to kill me? And I never got your name." Sung stated.
"My name is Rikimaru, and someday you will repent for your deeds." Rikimaru grunted. Ayame stood up and then Sung noticed her physique, for once. He scanned her down a bit and lightened his face, but still not smiling. She looked at him and smiled back, knowing he was staring at her body and beginning to give in to her.
"That's what she said." Sung said as he made a head gesture to Ayame. She laughed and walked close to him.
"So where are you going now you Korean idiot?" She asked, teasing him obviously.
"Somewhere were I can be in peace. Somewhere were I might not have to knock so hard on the door." She knew he was making references to his life, so she stroked his bangs out of his face and smiled.
"I know the perfect place."
Rikimaru began to wonder why she was being so kind and gentle . . .was it because she was off the job? Or was it . . .