Note- Well now, aren't you the lucky ones? Two chapters in one day! He-he.
Disclaimer- you all should know by now that I DO NOT own anything or anyone from Dead or Alive.
Chapter 6:
Ayane couldn't remember how she had left; only that she had run. Ran through the whole estate, not bothering to notice all those she ran by, and she was still running, deeper and deeper into the forest. It was now night and if there hadn't been a moon tonight then she would be running into complete darkness.
She was sick of always being 'tolerated', and never being wanted. It had always been that way, ever since she was little. But she never thought Hayate would be like that. Not like all those who dared to say so when she was younger.
He always protected me why did that change? After mother died, everything had changed. Hayate and Kasumi's father just ignored her, while he further taught his children in the Mugen Tenshin style. Hayate grew distant and started to focus more on his studies, and Kasumi went on being the same old sweet suck up that she was, but since mother was gone, she spent most of her time kissing up to Hayate and the rest of the clan members.
They all loved Kasumi, she had the true bloodlines of the Mugen Tenshin, and it wasn't tainted like Ayane's.
If it weren't for Genma, her foster father, then she would have been completely alone.
Ayane stopped running and leaned against a tree to catch her breath. With her heavy breathing a strand of her purple hair fell in front of her eyes. She remembered a time when she used to have the same color hair as Kasumi's. They both had their mothers auburn hair.
That was another thing that changed after her mother's death. She dyed her hair when she started to train in the Hajinmon style. Not brown or blonde, but a color that truly stood out, one that told every one that she was different.
Purple, the same shade as a kimono her mother had owned. Ayane fell in love with the color and how beautiful her mother looked in it. It was the same kimono her mother had been buried in.
Ayane slid down the tree to sit at its base, the ground was dry, so she wouldn't get that dirty. She sat with her back to the tree, laying her legs in front of her. What happened after she started training?
That's right... Hayate had been kidnapped.
It was only his second mission as a full Shinobi. One of the ninjas who was on his team reported that he had been captured. The whole clan was in an uproar. But... they could do nothing. Fore a captured ninja was considered a dead ninja.
Ayane remembered how much she had cried, how she wished she could leave to look for him. But to break such an old rule meant death. If anyone saw her leave they wouldn't have hesitated to kill her. She hadn't have the strength or the courage...
Not like her, not like Kasumi... Ayane cursed under her breath, "Never like fucking Kasumi..."
Kasumi hadn't given it a second thought. She had left on the same night they heard. She had left, and sealed her fate.
Ayane didn't see either of them again until the second Dead or Alive tournament, where she went to kill Kasumi, and, with a little hope in her heart, to see if Hayate was there.
But she didn't get far. She had found Kasumi, but was given a humiliating defeat, being left to think about how she failed in the freezing cold. She learned later that both Hayate and Hayabusa were in the tournament.
Hayabusa had defeated Hayate, and reminded him of whom he was. This was what Hayate told her when she returned home, Ayane was grateful to Hayabusa for what he did. Hayate didn't know who she was at first, which made her depressed during his first week home, but soon he remembered and it had been like old times again.
But, once again, Kasumi ruined it. Hayate's father had passed away while he was gone, and Kasumi had runaway, it left him as leader of the clan, and the first thing he had to do was issue the assassination for the runaway, his own sister.
Since then, he had become cold to her. He didn't see her daily like he used to, he stopped dropping by to chat about the clan and daily events. She only saw him when she needed something from him.
He had put money in an account for her, so she didn't have to live at the estate anymore. She had moved out and into her own apartment where she lived now, she separated herself from the estate and him.
Damn it... How dare he treat her like he did tonight? She would expect that from anyone else from the clan, but not him. He was her brother...
"Half-brother" She reminded herself, ignoring the urge to cry.
Ayane reached into her suit and pulled out a small knife she kept in a hidden pocket. The blade gleamed in the moonlight, as if it was saying, "Good evening! How are you? You feel like cutting stuff up?"
She laughed as she pulled up her left sleeve and introduced the blade to her flesh, making a shallow cut along her fore arm. How refreshing she thought, the cut sent a burning sensation through out her arm.
"Hayate couldn't care less about me..." She made another cut, this time running from her elbow to her hand, sending blood dripping to her fingers.
"He loves Kasumi, he loves his 'full' sister..." Another cut, not as long, but deeper this time, sending more blood to join the pool that was forming.
"The whole clan loved her, they all hate me..." Another cut.
"Hayabusa probably loves her too..." Ayane stopped, holding the blade above her bleeding arm. Why the hell would she care if Hayabusa loved her bitch half-sister? It's not like it mattered or anything. He was just one more person on her side.
"Him and his damn muffins." She mumbled, standing up from the tree and walking deeper into the forest.
Damn it, why did Ayane have to be so difficult?
Hayate sat beside the pond, examining a rock he picked up. "Is it so hard to understand that I'm having trouble carrying out my sister's death sentence?" He cursed and threw the rock into the pond, scattering the koi who had gathered there.
"Being mad doesn't give you the right to take it out on the fish..." From behind him came a rustling of leaves and, without looking, he could tell that Hayabusa was standing behind him, wearing his black ninja gear, "Would you care to tell me of your troubles?"
Hayate explained the situation with Ayane and sighed, "I just don't know what to do..." Hayabusa took a seat beside him and stared at the garden around them. His emerald eyes seemed to glow in the faint light.
"You have two sisters," He began, "One whom you love very much, but has runaway because of you, therefore making her exiled from her clan. And the other, who you also love, is trying to kill the your oldest sister."
"Are you trying to help me?" Hayate asked, giving his friend an annoyed look.
"Yes."
"Well, your not." They sat there in silence, listening to the summer bugs chirp their night songs. "Ayane has many reasons for wanting Kasumi dead... but she'll only say it's for the clan, and I know that's a lie." Hayate sighed, "I feel like this whole day she's done nothing but lie to me..."
"Do you have any ideas to where Kasumi would've gone?"
"I was going to ask you that." Hayate shook his head, "Until she contacts us again we'll just have to hope she's ok."
"What about Ayane?"
"What about her? She ran off into the woods after I told her to leave." Hayate wasn't worried about Ayane. She wasn't the one who was being relentlessly chased after by assassins.
"Don't you think that after your little talk she'd be a bit emotional? She can be rather rash sometimes..." Hayate cursed.
"Your right. Would you mind...?"
"I was just on my way." With that, he disappeared into the night.
Ayane staggered forward, catching herself on a low tree branch.
Stupid... Couldn't you have waited until you got home to mutalize you arm? At least there you have a first aid kit, and you wouldn't have to be wandering aimlessly around this stupid forest because you're to light headed to think of which direction your heading.
With more cursing and stumbling into near by trees Ayane decided to give up and just wait until morning. She ripped off her sleeve and wrapped it around her forearm.
What the hell was she thinking? I'm sad and I don't want to cry so I'm going to make myself bleed to get my mind off crying! Yeah, real smart...
Her arm was coated in her blood, glistening in the moonlight. "Gee, wish I had a camera. I could send a picture to Hayate with a little caption on the back; you made me sad so I cut myself. Isn't it pretty?" She laughed thinking how his face would look.
A strong wind shook the trees around her, and before she could see him, Hayabusa was standing beside her, looking down at her arm.
"Where the hell did you come from?" He didn't say anything to her, only knelt down to look closer at her arm. He shook his head and removed her now drenched sleeve from her arm. Ayane swatted at him with her free hand.
"Go away! What do you think your doing?" He ripped the front part of his shirt and tried his best to bandage her arm while she kept trying to hit him, "I said piss off! Ow! That hurts you son of a..."
"Ayane," He said, bringing his green eyes to met hers, "I don't know if your aware of this or not, but you've done something really stupid. Now stay still so I can try to stop the bleeding."
"Who are you calling stupid?" Ayane said to one of the currently three Hayabusas in front of her, "Now which ones the real you? Hurry up and tell me so I can hit you!" Her voice was weak, like someone who was incredibly tired.
"Ayane? Ayane!" Her head had fallen limply to her chest. Hayabusa checked her pulse. It was faint, but at least it was still there, "Just hold on Ayane..." He gathered her in his arms and started to run out of the woods. "Just hold on..."
Disclaimer- you all should know by now that I DO NOT own anything or anyone from Dead or Alive.
Chapter 6:
Ayane couldn't remember how she had left; only that she had run. Ran through the whole estate, not bothering to notice all those she ran by, and she was still running, deeper and deeper into the forest. It was now night and if there hadn't been a moon tonight then she would be running into complete darkness.
She was sick of always being 'tolerated', and never being wanted. It had always been that way, ever since she was little. But she never thought Hayate would be like that. Not like all those who dared to say so when she was younger.
He always protected me why did that change? After mother died, everything had changed. Hayate and Kasumi's father just ignored her, while he further taught his children in the Mugen Tenshin style. Hayate grew distant and started to focus more on his studies, and Kasumi went on being the same old sweet suck up that she was, but since mother was gone, she spent most of her time kissing up to Hayate and the rest of the clan members.
They all loved Kasumi, she had the true bloodlines of the Mugen Tenshin, and it wasn't tainted like Ayane's.
If it weren't for Genma, her foster father, then she would have been completely alone.
Ayane stopped running and leaned against a tree to catch her breath. With her heavy breathing a strand of her purple hair fell in front of her eyes. She remembered a time when she used to have the same color hair as Kasumi's. They both had their mothers auburn hair.
That was another thing that changed after her mother's death. She dyed her hair when she started to train in the Hajinmon style. Not brown or blonde, but a color that truly stood out, one that told every one that she was different.
Purple, the same shade as a kimono her mother had owned. Ayane fell in love with the color and how beautiful her mother looked in it. It was the same kimono her mother had been buried in.
Ayane slid down the tree to sit at its base, the ground was dry, so she wouldn't get that dirty. She sat with her back to the tree, laying her legs in front of her. What happened after she started training?
That's right... Hayate had been kidnapped.
It was only his second mission as a full Shinobi. One of the ninjas who was on his team reported that he had been captured. The whole clan was in an uproar. But... they could do nothing. Fore a captured ninja was considered a dead ninja.
Ayane remembered how much she had cried, how she wished she could leave to look for him. But to break such an old rule meant death. If anyone saw her leave they wouldn't have hesitated to kill her. She hadn't have the strength or the courage...
Not like her, not like Kasumi... Ayane cursed under her breath, "Never like fucking Kasumi..."
Kasumi hadn't given it a second thought. She had left on the same night they heard. She had left, and sealed her fate.
Ayane didn't see either of them again until the second Dead or Alive tournament, where she went to kill Kasumi, and, with a little hope in her heart, to see if Hayate was there.
But she didn't get far. She had found Kasumi, but was given a humiliating defeat, being left to think about how she failed in the freezing cold. She learned later that both Hayate and Hayabusa were in the tournament.
Hayabusa had defeated Hayate, and reminded him of whom he was. This was what Hayate told her when she returned home, Ayane was grateful to Hayabusa for what he did. Hayate didn't know who she was at first, which made her depressed during his first week home, but soon he remembered and it had been like old times again.
But, once again, Kasumi ruined it. Hayate's father had passed away while he was gone, and Kasumi had runaway, it left him as leader of the clan, and the first thing he had to do was issue the assassination for the runaway, his own sister.
Since then, he had become cold to her. He didn't see her daily like he used to, he stopped dropping by to chat about the clan and daily events. She only saw him when she needed something from him.
He had put money in an account for her, so she didn't have to live at the estate anymore. She had moved out and into her own apartment where she lived now, she separated herself from the estate and him.
Damn it... How dare he treat her like he did tonight? She would expect that from anyone else from the clan, but not him. He was her brother...
"Half-brother" She reminded herself, ignoring the urge to cry.
Ayane reached into her suit and pulled out a small knife she kept in a hidden pocket. The blade gleamed in the moonlight, as if it was saying, "Good evening! How are you? You feel like cutting stuff up?"
She laughed as she pulled up her left sleeve and introduced the blade to her flesh, making a shallow cut along her fore arm. How refreshing she thought, the cut sent a burning sensation through out her arm.
"Hayate couldn't care less about me..." She made another cut, this time running from her elbow to her hand, sending blood dripping to her fingers.
"He loves Kasumi, he loves his 'full' sister..." Another cut, not as long, but deeper this time, sending more blood to join the pool that was forming.
"The whole clan loved her, they all hate me..." Another cut.
"Hayabusa probably loves her too..." Ayane stopped, holding the blade above her bleeding arm. Why the hell would she care if Hayabusa loved her bitch half-sister? It's not like it mattered or anything. He was just one more person on her side.
"Him and his damn muffins." She mumbled, standing up from the tree and walking deeper into the forest.
Damn it, why did Ayane have to be so difficult?
Hayate sat beside the pond, examining a rock he picked up. "Is it so hard to understand that I'm having trouble carrying out my sister's death sentence?" He cursed and threw the rock into the pond, scattering the koi who had gathered there.
"Being mad doesn't give you the right to take it out on the fish..." From behind him came a rustling of leaves and, without looking, he could tell that Hayabusa was standing behind him, wearing his black ninja gear, "Would you care to tell me of your troubles?"
Hayate explained the situation with Ayane and sighed, "I just don't know what to do..." Hayabusa took a seat beside him and stared at the garden around them. His emerald eyes seemed to glow in the faint light.
"You have two sisters," He began, "One whom you love very much, but has runaway because of you, therefore making her exiled from her clan. And the other, who you also love, is trying to kill the your oldest sister."
"Are you trying to help me?" Hayate asked, giving his friend an annoyed look.
"Yes."
"Well, your not." They sat there in silence, listening to the summer bugs chirp their night songs. "Ayane has many reasons for wanting Kasumi dead... but she'll only say it's for the clan, and I know that's a lie." Hayate sighed, "I feel like this whole day she's done nothing but lie to me..."
"Do you have any ideas to where Kasumi would've gone?"
"I was going to ask you that." Hayate shook his head, "Until she contacts us again we'll just have to hope she's ok."
"What about Ayane?"
"What about her? She ran off into the woods after I told her to leave." Hayate wasn't worried about Ayane. She wasn't the one who was being relentlessly chased after by assassins.
"Don't you think that after your little talk she'd be a bit emotional? She can be rather rash sometimes..." Hayate cursed.
"Your right. Would you mind...?"
"I was just on my way." With that, he disappeared into the night.
Ayane staggered forward, catching herself on a low tree branch.
Stupid... Couldn't you have waited until you got home to mutalize you arm? At least there you have a first aid kit, and you wouldn't have to be wandering aimlessly around this stupid forest because you're to light headed to think of which direction your heading.
With more cursing and stumbling into near by trees Ayane decided to give up and just wait until morning. She ripped off her sleeve and wrapped it around her forearm.
What the hell was she thinking? I'm sad and I don't want to cry so I'm going to make myself bleed to get my mind off crying! Yeah, real smart...
Her arm was coated in her blood, glistening in the moonlight. "Gee, wish I had a camera. I could send a picture to Hayate with a little caption on the back; you made me sad so I cut myself. Isn't it pretty?" She laughed thinking how his face would look.
A strong wind shook the trees around her, and before she could see him, Hayabusa was standing beside her, looking down at her arm.
"Where the hell did you come from?" He didn't say anything to her, only knelt down to look closer at her arm. He shook his head and removed her now drenched sleeve from her arm. Ayane swatted at him with her free hand.
"Go away! What do you think your doing?" He ripped the front part of his shirt and tried his best to bandage her arm while she kept trying to hit him, "I said piss off! Ow! That hurts you son of a..."
"Ayane," He said, bringing his green eyes to met hers, "I don't know if your aware of this or not, but you've done something really stupid. Now stay still so I can try to stop the bleeding."
"Who are you calling stupid?" Ayane said to one of the currently three Hayabusas in front of her, "Now which ones the real you? Hurry up and tell me so I can hit you!" Her voice was weak, like someone who was incredibly tired.
"Ayane? Ayane!" Her head had fallen limply to her chest. Hayabusa checked her pulse. It was faint, but at least it was still there, "Just hold on Ayane..." He gathered her in his arms and started to run out of the woods. "Just hold on..."