Chapter 4

A Blur of Silver and Purple

He's in deep crap. I definitely would't want to be on her hit list. Ayane moved into her bedroom and positioned herself behind the door. She was preparing a trap when she suddenly felt a cold chill down her spine. She had this strange ability to detect electricity in the air. Her ears picked up slight buzzing noises, and the noises were disrupted. She prepared to sprint quietly out the window but as she spun she caught the barrel of a pistol in between her eyes. She felt the cold steel agitating her eyebrows. Christie stared back down at her, searing a hole in her very being with her pupils. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Humph, you're damn sloppy for a trained assassin Ayane, left the window open and I saw your shadow" her eyes bore that same intense gaze that Ayane saw when she fought Christie.

"Let me free and I swear I won't hurt you......not much. And right now I'd say the same thing for you."

Christie looked down and saw a kunai at her throat dangerously close to her jugular vein. Christie quickly tore away from Ayane's grip while ripping the kunai out of Ayane's hand. She rolled away and threw the kunai in her direction. Ayane ducked behind the closet and waited. She has a gun and I know she's pretty good with it too. I should pull it mine.

"Come out here and finish the job!"

"Ok, If you insist," Ayane quickly jumped from the cover of the closet and threw two shuriken with excellent precision and blinding speed at Christie's gun. From shock Christie dropped it and grabbed at her finger. A drop of blood spilled onto the floor, and she clutched her middle finger.

"Look what you've done to me," and she gave her the middle finger, displaying her cut. Ayane, enraged, ran forward and kicked at her torpedo style at Christie's stomach. Christie sidestepped and got Ayane by the throat while preparing her knife. Ayane's breath was cut short and she had to do something fast. She grabbed Christie's silver locks and the back of her head and flung her over her back. Christie hit the floor with a thud gasping for air. Ayane had on her huge boots, and one step would easily crush something. Ayane flipped into the air and stomped on the floor hoping to crush her, but she rolled away avoiding the blow. Christie vaulted jumped back up and stood erect in jeans and a t-shirt. What the hell, how'd she change so quickly? I wasn't even paying attention to her clothing. I underestimated her, she knew somebody was watching her and she'd figured somebody would come in and try to kill her so she wore jeans and a t-shirt to quickly change. That clever biotch, she had me fooled. Before she could think something else Christie lunged at Ayane, with two stiletto clad feet preparing to strike her chest. Ayane was caught unprepared and held up her arm and got slashed by its heel. Ayane leapt into the air and took her legs and wrapped it around Christie's neck. Christie clawed at her legs but it made Ayane grip even tighter. She then forced both of their weight to make them collapse to the floor. Christie swiftly rolled on top of Ayane, and cut Ayane's cheek with her knife. Ayane was furious, and punched above. Christie's head was the target, but she craned her neck to the side and flipped Ayane into the door.

Christie rushed forward knife in hand and Ayane pulled out her ninja-to (ninja blade.) Christie lunged forward pointing the blade at Ayane's heart and pinned her to the wall. She struck Ayane's knife so it collapsed upon the floor. It was now a shoving match, Ayane pushing away and Christie drawing ever closer. Ayane was getting weak and was trying to break loose of the knife that was two inches from her heart. Ayane swung like a child beneath Christie's legs and while under she kicked Christie's back with such force that she struck the wall; face first. Ayane then took two knives and swung like a madwoman reaching for Christie's stomach and face but Christie was very fast. She ran forward one knife above Ayane's neck and another at stomach level. Ayane swung both in her direction at blinding speed, however Christie managed to duck and kick Ayane in the stomach. Ayane kicked backwards and hit Christie's arm. The room was now a blur of purple and silver, and Christie returned the favor by jabbing her several times in the stomach with her fingers until Ayane hunched over from pain. Then she grabbed Ayane's head and kneed her twice until she hit the floor with a loud bang. Ayane got up slowly, wiping the blood that was beginning to ooze from her mouth. Christie ran for her gun for her gun but Ayane used all her body weight to jump at her, and fling Christie and pin her down. Christie was a little stronger and she tossed Ayane over her shoulders. Ayane's body hit the floor and was frozen, no breathing, no movements, nothing. Christie swept her hair back and looked over Ayane's dead body and muttered, "Amateur." Peering over her body, Christie's breathing slowed but Ayane jumped back to life as she rolled backwards pushing up with her hands and shooting up into the air feet first in a torpedo fashion. Her heavy boots struck Christie in the jaw sending her into the wall behind her. Ayane was surprised at how much Christie could endure, because she stood back up grabbed Ayane by the hands and flung her violently into the wall. She took her foot and jammed Ayane's body into the wall with such force that it seemed like all the air inside of her lungs ran away. Then Christie took her hands and cupped them into a point, and she dug her fingernails into Ayane's collarbone making it seem as if blades were searing her flesh. Then, Christie kicked straight in front of her –a fatal mistake-. Ayane was waiting for this opportunity for a while as she grabbed her foot and with all her might flung her up high. Christie hit the ceiling and came back down as Ayane built up her momentum for a kick. As Christie's body became level with hers Ayane let loose a devil of her. Christie was in pain but continued to fight. Ayane quickly ran up to Christie and nimbly vaulted off of Christie's face with her feet. Christie fell down, but swiftly got back up not ready to die. The silver haired beauty kicked up high with minimal force, and then she kicked low with great speed and power. However, being quicker than Christie gave her the advantage. Ayane stepped on her toe, and kicked Christie's head sending her flying onto the bed. Ayane felt that cold chill again, but this time it was much worse. Three cops ran in through the door. "You both are under arrest for reckless endangerments, and disturbing the peace, come to us with your hands up. We don't want to hurt you and don't move a muscle without me saying so."

Ayane chuckled and Christie's eyes furrowed. Ayane tossed her hair back, "I said don't move!"

Christie laughed, "What the hell kind of cops are you? You bust into a place with no guns, weapons, nothing."

Ayane remarked, "Well. You've been on the run from the law for this long; why not give the law a little payback?" The cops were clearly afraid of Christie's emotionless disposition. Ayane knew those large beautiful mirrors that displayed nothing, but reflected so much. She guessed they were much like her soul; they weren't windows into her soul but mirrors reflecting everything. Christie was in a crouched position on the bed and she lunged forward like a leopard with her body outstretched and she began to tumble with a cop. She clenched her fist and socked him in the jaw. rendering him unconscious, another cop lunged out of nowhere at her head with a club but Ayane seized it.

"You don't think you're getting off that easy, she's mine," and she lifted his arm and kicked him in the side sending into the wall. The other burly guy was a little smarter but not by much, he threw his club at Christie but she only dodged it and kicked him in the groin. And while he was in this position she gave him an uppercut. All three cops lay motionless on the floor.

The situation was tense and Christie pulled for a gun out of her other pocket.

"How many guns are you holding lady?"

"Enough."

"I guess we're two wanted women now huh? It might be one wanted woman after this is through though."

"Who sent you?"

"My jonin did."

"Who the hell is your jonin?"

"I don't know, although you can visit my clan and ask for yourself and see who it is if you'd like."

"Stop playing games, who is it?"

Ayane laughed at Christie obviously not knowing the ninja ways, "Look, I am a genin, a ninja who does operations, an assassin, I receive orders from my chunin and he gets it from the jonin so I am never in the loop. Unless I want to threaten my chunin and get the info out, I will never know."

"Well, hell that's not a very good way to do things."

"No, you're wrong. You see , if I ever hated my jonin for whatever reason, I wouldn't know who he was and couldn't kill him, and the chunin would never spill the beans so it's a very efficient system," Ayane was clearly mocking Christie.

"Shut up, I'm not here for a history lesson. What's the motive?"

"Honestly I have no personal vendetta against you. I was just sent here, and I just needed to kill you. I would gladly do it, but I know you won't let me get close enough to you since you have a cocked pistol so this mission is honestly futile."

"You never answered my question; you ninja like to play mind games don't you?"

She makes it seem like ninjas are the scum of the earth. The way she is dressed now I would say she is.

"I don't know, my what you would call client, is unknown and his motives are unknown."

They stood there in silence for a moment, Christie's eyes locked on Ayane's.

"Look let's make a truce, I was looking at your laptop and..."

Christie's eyes began to burn with fiery anger, the first emotion Ayane had ever seen displayed from her. "Don't you ever look at my laptop; I would shoot you right now if only you weren't so good with the art of throwing blades."

Ayane smirked as she twiddled a tanto in hand, "So you noticed, I was hoping you would. Well anyway as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, let's make a truce. I saw that Christopher Bogart was your next target and I can help you."

"Why help?"

This way I can stay by her all the time. "Out of the good of my heart, is it a treuce?"

"As if you have a heart."

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black," remarked Ayane.

"I'm always alone on a mission and this is no exception, besides you just tried to kill me what makes me think that you won't try it again."

"I swear to god, and I am a very religious person," Ayane winked.

"That's a laugh, and if so you are surely going to hell."

"Maybe so, but I'm draggin' you with me."

"We have to go. These cops didn't return and we haven't come out in handcuffs."