Please don't eat me! I know this chapter's short, but they will get longer… hopefully… so please don't eat me! *Hides behind Ryu clone she borrowed*
Anyway… you'll notice later, it mentions the 'original'. That was borrowed from Ninja Gaiden 3, the Japanese version, from memory. (Ryu has a clone in that *nod*) The original is referring to Hayabusa himself as opposed to the clones, just to make sure.
Enter Hayate! Oh, just to warn you for later, two characters are going to cark it later. Sorry, but it's inevitable for me to stick to the plan I've written. So please don't eat me! Eat chicken and chocolate instead!
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He blinked as new life rushed through him, opening his eyes.
Not the most welcoming of sights to greet you in your first moments of existence.
Grey walls, cold metal bars and concrete greeted him.
There was a noise of some sort behind him. He spun around, to come face to face with…
"You're me," there was an expression of confusion on the other man's face. This is the super ninja. This is… this is me, but… how?
Suddenly, he was swamped with memories. Emotions and memories bombarded down on him like hailstones pelting against his skin. So, this is who I really am…
…this girl… who is she? And why does she move me so…?
"Why am I locked up with you?" he asked the real one, the original. "Surely Donovan has other uses for us then keeping us locked away here?"
"There are more of you?" The original raised an eyebrow tiredly, and it was then that he saw the original was badly wounded. There was lots of what looked like wounds inflicted by beating and other types of maltreatment. Probably Donovan's flunkies.
"Why do I think like you?" he questioned.
The original made a face. "Stop asking me questions I cannot answer,"
"Who is this… this amber-locked girl?"
The original raised his head so that emerald green eyes met and locked.
"To which girl are you referring?"
He tried to recount the memories that had been implanted within him. "…Kasumi," he said finally. "You care for her a great deal. But I cannot determine why. Could you inform me?"
"You should know. You have the same memories, the same thoughts as I. Donovan obviously made a mistake somewhere. You should be opposing me and fighting with him, not the way you are now," The original didn't sound overly happy.
"Would you prefer opposing me?"
The original raised a hand in amity. "No. You would easily defeat me now,"
A line of light appeared on the ground as the door slowly creaked open, revealing Donovan himself. "Right. Hayabusa, come here,"
"Which one?" the original questioned bitterly.
"You. The smart-arse one," Donovan retorted neatly. "You, stay here,"
The door banged shut, destroying the thin beam of light. He slid down the wall of the cell into a sitting position. Hopefully my memories will come back soon…
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"Oh!"
The word escaped her lips as she felt something whistle through the air, just missing her head. There was a thud as the knife; it must have been, imbedded deeply into the tree just behind her. She spun around to meet her own brother's golden-brown stare.
"Kasumi. You must die,"
Nice greeting that was. She narrowed her eyes. "Nobody else will have to die if you step aside for this time, brother,"
"Nobody else?" Was it just her wishful thinking, or did her brother sound concerned? "Who else has died this day?"
She reached behind her, to her hair. Yes, it was still there. The tie she had accidentally picked up at the second tournament, so long ago, and forgotten to give back to him. But then again, it seemed petty, going up to the super ninja to give him a hair-tie. It had seemed petty until he was gone.
"Hayabusa has been taken from us,"
"Ryu?" Hayate's shock showed on his face. "Who?"
"I'm not entirely sure, but my suspicions lie with Bayman. He mentioned something about wanting to get back at Donovan, and you heard how Donovan wanted to capture Hayabusa after him winning the tournaments and everything,"
"Bayman's here too? That would add up, but…" Grief was crossing her brother's face, an odd occurrence to the usual stony cold eyes that had greeted her previously. "I must avenge his death. He could not have died for nothing,"
"That's what I'm doing," she whispered into the wind, reaching behind her to feel the hair-tie still securely in her hair. "I am avenging Hayabusa-san's death. It won't be in vain,"
"You are?" Hayate turned to her, normally auburn brown hair shining a light golden. "In that case, I will join with you, Kasumi. Until we find Ryu's killer. And then our partnership is truncated. You understand, little sister?"
A lump formed in her throat. He hasn't called me that since we were children.
"I understand. Brother,"
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