Tenchu: Death Comes in Pairs
Made By: FanFictioner-2019
Chapter 6: Out of Commission for a While
It was night, the wandering Samurai known as Sung standing outside in the pale moonlight. Ayame and Rikimaru were in bed, and the night seemed quiet. Nearby he could hear the water of a nearby river flowing down a small slope and making a trickling sound. Fond memories of his past appeared, slaughters of many Korean fighters in battle against Japanese clans. He was only a little boy, standing by a river watching the carnage ensue.
A ninja came to kill him and raised his dagger. His duty was not completed for some odd reason; he left him by the river. Two days passed and he went back to that spot, crying; one of the very few times in his life. His parents had died, his Sensei had died, and his family in general had been destroyed. So he took his gi and left with a small sword (wakizashi) for defense against any foreigners.
He stumbled into a small village where there was prominent training in the arts of Tae Kwon Do and Kenjitsu. There he spent the rest of his training life, fighting constantly and being constantly reminded of his duties as a Korean warrior. A larger enemy came, yet again the Japanese from the South. He fought for the village and succeeded in keeping villagers and fellow students alive, at a high price. The village was burnt down to nothing and only he, three other students and thirty villagers remained.
Within another two years the village was prosperous again, fully rebuilt and remodeled. He and the other Samurai split paths and were never seen together again. His eyes opened to a clan of twelve black masked and suited men wielding katana. "What do you want? If you didn't notice I was relaxing." Sung said rudely, trying to be as blunt and impolite as possible.
"We want this clan dead. That's what we want." A black ninja spoke softly.
"You're going to have to get through me first!" Sung exclaimed aloud, trying to awaken anyone nearby. He put down the sheath (and sword) of his katana and got into a barehanded fighting position (the one he had used on Ayame in Chapter 1). "And just to be nice I'll cut some slack on you and fight you without a weapon!"
"A very cocky Samurai indeed!" With that the clan rushed him full force. A quick grab of the arm coming downward and a flip over the shoulder sent a ninja into three others, their swords killing their own man. One came from behind, sword drawn over his head. Sung did a turning crescent kick and hit the enemy's face, then took his head and twisted it as hard as he could, killing him. Another approached but was kicked away with a side kick, then knife handed in the neck, disabling him, but not killing.
"I'll use him for evidence later." Sung said to himself, jumping a little up and down to keep warm. A ninja approached and side swung the katana at Sung's rib cage. His arm was soon knocked out of the way and his throat was then crushed. Sung snickered at the look of the dead ninja, then continued on with fighting. Kicking and punching continued until three were left (four if you count the disabled one).
"You're exhausting me. Charge me so we can end this already!" Sung said, smiling deviously. The three ninjas got into a triangle type formation around Sung, their swords high above their heads signaling their acceptance of death, as long as they took the enemy with them. He knew this, so he patiently awaited their simultaneous attack. "First I'll roundhouse kick one in the rib cage, then keep the right foot up and hook kick the second to finish those two off--" he was cut off in his plan when a ninja came from behind and slashed his back, then both his arms.
Sung screamed loudly but stood up. Angered from his low defense he carried out his plan flawlessly, taking out the two first enemies. He turned to the last one, evidently the leader because of his badge like sign on his gi. "Say goodnight." Sung said gruffly. With grace and power he roundhouse kicked the enemy in the temple and killed him.
A few guards of Lord Gohda's approached and saw the severely injured Sung and the disabled ninja attacker. "Don't worry about me. Just take him--- he's alive. You guys could use him as a prisoner." He grunted as he fell to both of his knees, panting heavily. The guards nodded and dragged the ninja away, leaving Sung on his knees in pain.
"I know just who to--" with a small sound from his body hitting the ground he fell, unconscious yet again. Everything was black in his mind, no thoughts, no memories, nothing; just a lot of empty blackness. The time that had passed he wasn't sure of, but when he awoke he was in a bed strapped with many, many appendages. There a doctor stood over him, staring at his mangled body. "Where am I?" He asked the doctor.
"You're in the injury ward. You really got beat, didn't you?" The doctor asked.
"I took down eleven enemy clan members just for your village. ELEVEN!" He screamed out. A shock of pain overcame his body, so he flinched and shut up.
"We know. We have the body count. Ah, there's a visitor!" The doctor said in a peppery mood. He left and in came Rikimaru and Ayame, grinning, especially Ayame whom was always the cocky one of the two.
"Eleven enemy clan members and four major injuries." Rikimaru rehearsed.
"I defend an enemy village and this is what I get in payment." Sung bluntly replies.
"Enemy?" Ayame asked.
"Technically I am your enemy. I don't know why you're helping me in the way you are, and I still think Gohda wants me dead, but I AM an enemy of your war." The injured Sung said correctly. Ayame bent down and took a look at his blood, then laughed.
"Not so tough now, are we?"
"Sometimes I just want to hit you so hard."
"Well c'mon then Sung, do it!" He tried to move, but an extensive pain came through his body once more. He screamed aloud and gave her a very menacing look, annoyed. "Yeah, that's what I thought." She laughed. Rikimaru looked back for a moment and then moved to the side and knelt to an approaching Lord Gohda. Ayame did the same and closed her eyes in his presence.
"Samurai Sung Su Young, you have done a great deed for our village and our clan as well." Lord Gohda admitted.
"Thank you Lord Gohda." Sung replied respectively.
"You can stay in our village as long as you would like. Also, I have admitted you as a full resident of this village and a member of our clan." Gohda declared with a small smile upon his face.
"I can't accept that." The injured Samurai said.
"Why is this so?"
"Because wherever I go I cause trouble. I know this as a proven fact. Don't ask me why . . .I just know." He told.
"You are still a clan member and member of this village, whether you like it or not. You have done us a great duty and it is our honor to have you here." Lord Gohda praised.
"No, it's an honor to be here sir." Replied Sung in a very formal tone. Night fell upon the village and there lay Sung, as still as a stone and in as much pain as any warrior could be in. I hate being like this. I am so . .useless. He thought to himself, saddened. From a nearby window he could see the white moonlight of the half moon, shining brightly on his body.
Suddenly a female body appeared in front of the light in the window and slowly it walked right into his room. "I don't feel a thing, and I stop remembering, days are just like moments turned to hours. Mother used to say 'if you want you'll find a way', but mother never danced in fire showers." Sung sang as he saw the female body walk towards him. The face was then clear to his eyes, and the body in black ninja like clothing seemed all too familiar.
"Ayame, what are you doing here? Better still, HOW did you get here?" Sung asked as she looked down at him.
"Are you forgetting that I am a ninja? That was the dumbest question I've heard you ask! Anyway, I'm here because---well, I'm returning the favor of looking over me and sticking with me." She said to him sincerely. She put her legs up on his a little and lay next to him, face to face. Slowly she leaned in and kissed him like before, only instead of being taken by surprise he went with it and the two moved their heads a little.
She let go and he smiled at her lightly. "You might be out of commission for a while." Ayame joked.
"Let's just be really, really good friends, okay?" Sung asked her.
"We could keep our relationship a secret."
"Secrets don't work with Samurai." He replied. With that she fell asleep into his wounded arms and smiled. "Thanks for caring, Ayame". . . .
Made By: FanFictioner-2019
Chapter 6: Out of Commission for a While
It was night, the wandering Samurai known as Sung standing outside in the pale moonlight. Ayame and Rikimaru were in bed, and the night seemed quiet. Nearby he could hear the water of a nearby river flowing down a small slope and making a trickling sound. Fond memories of his past appeared, slaughters of many Korean fighters in battle against Japanese clans. He was only a little boy, standing by a river watching the carnage ensue.
A ninja came to kill him and raised his dagger. His duty was not completed for some odd reason; he left him by the river. Two days passed and he went back to that spot, crying; one of the very few times in his life. His parents had died, his Sensei had died, and his family in general had been destroyed. So he took his gi and left with a small sword (wakizashi) for defense against any foreigners.
He stumbled into a small village where there was prominent training in the arts of Tae Kwon Do and Kenjitsu. There he spent the rest of his training life, fighting constantly and being constantly reminded of his duties as a Korean warrior. A larger enemy came, yet again the Japanese from the South. He fought for the village and succeeded in keeping villagers and fellow students alive, at a high price. The village was burnt down to nothing and only he, three other students and thirty villagers remained.
Within another two years the village was prosperous again, fully rebuilt and remodeled. He and the other Samurai split paths and were never seen together again. His eyes opened to a clan of twelve black masked and suited men wielding katana. "What do you want? If you didn't notice I was relaxing." Sung said rudely, trying to be as blunt and impolite as possible.
"We want this clan dead. That's what we want." A black ninja spoke softly.
"You're going to have to get through me first!" Sung exclaimed aloud, trying to awaken anyone nearby. He put down the sheath (and sword) of his katana and got into a barehanded fighting position (the one he had used on Ayame in Chapter 1). "And just to be nice I'll cut some slack on you and fight you without a weapon!"
"A very cocky Samurai indeed!" With that the clan rushed him full force. A quick grab of the arm coming downward and a flip over the shoulder sent a ninja into three others, their swords killing their own man. One came from behind, sword drawn over his head. Sung did a turning crescent kick and hit the enemy's face, then took his head and twisted it as hard as he could, killing him. Another approached but was kicked away with a side kick, then knife handed in the neck, disabling him, but not killing.
"I'll use him for evidence later." Sung said to himself, jumping a little up and down to keep warm. A ninja approached and side swung the katana at Sung's rib cage. His arm was soon knocked out of the way and his throat was then crushed. Sung snickered at the look of the dead ninja, then continued on with fighting. Kicking and punching continued until three were left (four if you count the disabled one).
"You're exhausting me. Charge me so we can end this already!" Sung said, smiling deviously. The three ninjas got into a triangle type formation around Sung, their swords high above their heads signaling their acceptance of death, as long as they took the enemy with them. He knew this, so he patiently awaited their simultaneous attack. "First I'll roundhouse kick one in the rib cage, then keep the right foot up and hook kick the second to finish those two off--" he was cut off in his plan when a ninja came from behind and slashed his back, then both his arms.
Sung screamed loudly but stood up. Angered from his low defense he carried out his plan flawlessly, taking out the two first enemies. He turned to the last one, evidently the leader because of his badge like sign on his gi. "Say goodnight." Sung said gruffly. With grace and power he roundhouse kicked the enemy in the temple and killed him.
A few guards of Lord Gohda's approached and saw the severely injured Sung and the disabled ninja attacker. "Don't worry about me. Just take him--- he's alive. You guys could use him as a prisoner." He grunted as he fell to both of his knees, panting heavily. The guards nodded and dragged the ninja away, leaving Sung on his knees in pain.
"I know just who to--" with a small sound from his body hitting the ground he fell, unconscious yet again. Everything was black in his mind, no thoughts, no memories, nothing; just a lot of empty blackness. The time that had passed he wasn't sure of, but when he awoke he was in a bed strapped with many, many appendages. There a doctor stood over him, staring at his mangled body. "Where am I?" He asked the doctor.
"You're in the injury ward. You really got beat, didn't you?" The doctor asked.
"I took down eleven enemy clan members just for your village. ELEVEN!" He screamed out. A shock of pain overcame his body, so he flinched and shut up.
"We know. We have the body count. Ah, there's a visitor!" The doctor said in a peppery mood. He left and in came Rikimaru and Ayame, grinning, especially Ayame whom was always the cocky one of the two.
"Eleven enemy clan members and four major injuries." Rikimaru rehearsed.
"I defend an enemy village and this is what I get in payment." Sung bluntly replies.
"Enemy?" Ayame asked.
"Technically I am your enemy. I don't know why you're helping me in the way you are, and I still think Gohda wants me dead, but I AM an enemy of your war." The injured Sung said correctly. Ayame bent down and took a look at his blood, then laughed.
"Not so tough now, are we?"
"Sometimes I just want to hit you so hard."
"Well c'mon then Sung, do it!" He tried to move, but an extensive pain came through his body once more. He screamed aloud and gave her a very menacing look, annoyed. "Yeah, that's what I thought." She laughed. Rikimaru looked back for a moment and then moved to the side and knelt to an approaching Lord Gohda. Ayame did the same and closed her eyes in his presence.
"Samurai Sung Su Young, you have done a great deed for our village and our clan as well." Lord Gohda admitted.
"Thank you Lord Gohda." Sung replied respectively.
"You can stay in our village as long as you would like. Also, I have admitted you as a full resident of this village and a member of our clan." Gohda declared with a small smile upon his face.
"I can't accept that." The injured Samurai said.
"Why is this so?"
"Because wherever I go I cause trouble. I know this as a proven fact. Don't ask me why . . .I just know." He told.
"You are still a clan member and member of this village, whether you like it or not. You have done us a great duty and it is our honor to have you here." Lord Gohda praised.
"No, it's an honor to be here sir." Replied Sung in a very formal tone. Night fell upon the village and there lay Sung, as still as a stone and in as much pain as any warrior could be in. I hate being like this. I am so . .useless. He thought to himself, saddened. From a nearby window he could see the white moonlight of the half moon, shining brightly on his body.
Suddenly a female body appeared in front of the light in the window and slowly it walked right into his room. "I don't feel a thing, and I stop remembering, days are just like moments turned to hours. Mother used to say 'if you want you'll find a way', but mother never danced in fire showers." Sung sang as he saw the female body walk towards him. The face was then clear to his eyes, and the body in black ninja like clothing seemed all too familiar.
"Ayame, what are you doing here? Better still, HOW did you get here?" Sung asked as she looked down at him.
"Are you forgetting that I am a ninja? That was the dumbest question I've heard you ask! Anyway, I'm here because---well, I'm returning the favor of looking over me and sticking with me." She said to him sincerely. She put her legs up on his a little and lay next to him, face to face. Slowly she leaned in and kissed him like before, only instead of being taken by surprise he went with it and the two moved their heads a little.
She let go and he smiled at her lightly. "You might be out of commission for a while." Ayame joked.
"Let's just be really, really good friends, okay?" Sung asked her.
"We could keep our relationship a secret."
"Secrets don't work with Samurai." He replied. With that she fell asleep into his wounded arms and smiled. "Thanks for caring, Ayame". . . .