VOCAB:
KUNAI: A shinobi's item, (ninja tool) kunai were used for digging things up, or making a hole to get into a compound or house, etc. But in my story I used it for a weapon. A kunai is like a knife with a handle but the handle has a hole in it.
KIMONO: It was the japanese traditional dress, but nowadays it's used for special events such as marriages, or one of the various japanese holidays. Consists of an obi, sash, and some other stuff.
PAGODA: It is (I believe) a japanese religious structure with each level representing a certain element. Im not sure which ones but I'll name a few. Fire,water, sky, ( think) earth, and something else. :p
Chapter 5
Wanted
"So I'm going with you now," Ayane questioned.
"Yes, for the time being. The more quickly this guy is dead the quicker I get paid now let's go."
"Wait, I have to go get my stuff. And I have to leave out of the window; I have a history with the clerk."
"Fine, just be quick about it. Christie grabbed her bag, put her laptop and clothes in, cocked her gun, put on sneakers and left.
Ayane ran into her room, retrieved her stuff and climbed onto the balcony. She was going to miss that room, but she grabbed her ninja claws and descended down. As she was silently and nimbly moving, she heard five gun shots and screams from the nearby civilians.
Crap!
Ayane leapt from her position about eight feet up but she was used to it, and she hit the floor heavily and with a clack. She ran into the street hoping to find her temporary companion.. Christie was at the entrance and was running down the street as Ayane met up with her in a dark alley.
"We have to hotwire a car, anyone will do. Make sure it has gas," she ran down the street and found a black SLK with no roof. It gleamed in the moonlight, as the steering wheel shined with a radiant, leather gloss. Oh come on, how tacky can you get? Obviously, the owner wasn't very bright nor had a great sense of style since there were fuzzy balls dangling from the mirror. It was the perfect car, despite the fuzziness.
"Christie, come on," she bellowed. Christie emerged from the shadows with frozen eyes. Christie, obviously disgusted tore the fuzzy balls away and threw them to the ground. She stuck her hand in the car, and began to adjust some cables and the car hummed to life. They both jumped in and sped down the road. Ayane had never thought she'd be a wanted woman; she definitely had to stay to herself from now on.
"Wait, stop right here Christie!"
"We don't have time!"
"Yes we do, now pull over."
She furiously brought the car to a halt and Ayane ran into a wig store. She selected a raven wig that went down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, and Christie received a flaxen hued wig, shining with a yellow tone. Fortunately, the clerk was sleeping; drool oozing down the side of his face. Apparently he hadn't had business in a while and she ran out the door. She hopped into the Black SLK.
"Let's go, put this on."
"Give me the black one; I'm not a good blonde."
They exchanged wigs and fortunately they had elastic bands on them, so they wouldn't fly out the window.
Ayane picked up a familiar sound, it was sirens! The cops were speeding around the bend, red and blue lights nearing like hawks.
"Step on it Christie, we have to lose them."
"Obviously Ayane, that blonde fits you."
I want to sock this biotch.
Christie put all her weight on the pedal, calm and precise as she sped down the road. Despite their best efforts, the cops were still hot on their trail.
"Put on your seatbelt Ayane."
"For w..."
"Just do it!"
Ayane strapped herself in, and they began to turn toward a narrow alley.
"What the hell are you doooooooiiiiiii," Ayane said as the car tilted on its side.
Christie was obviously an avid driver, Ayane noted as the car fit perfectly into the alley hitting garbage cans as it went along. The cops stopped finally, with the SLK's wheels smelling of burnt rubber. Sparks shot out from the car's side and they hit the street softly. Heart beating at forty miles an hour, Ayane grabbed onto the side of the car.
"God Christie, did you have to drive us through hell and back to get away?"
"Basically," and she turned away.
They drove in silence for the next half an hour, until they reached a diner.
"Let's get something to eat, do you like Japanese?"
"What do you think? I am Japanese."
Christie smiled but it quickly died, and they parked.
"Ayane you have to change."
They both drove up to a mall, but behind it was a huge Japanese restaurant in the shape of a pagoda. It was fairly tall, lacquered in a brilliant red paint. Five stories high it towered over everything, it gave off this certain brilliance which Ayane found difficult to describe. Ayane got in the backseat and swiftly changed into gray sweatpants and a raven hued shirt. They walked into the lavish Japanese restaurant with the sounds of a babbling creek in the background. A Japanese woman signed them in, and she walked upstairs as they trailed. They were seated on the balcony, overlooking the city lights. It was a beautiful night, brilliant stars and wind sifting through their hair. They were seated next to a stove where a man began to spread butter. "Welcome to Rising Brilliance," the man was all smiles and could barely contain the happiness that slowly oozed from his very existence, "we have something very special for you tonight!" He was expecting them to be ecstatic, this was not the case." Well, sit back and enjoy!"A man threw a fish on the hibachi table, and twirled knives around, precariously next to Ayane's face. Then he twisted a knob and a huge blaze surrounded them, other people clapped but they stood emotionless. He flashed a smile and cut a fish's head as blood splashed and began to sizzle onto the hibachi table. A speck hit Christie's cheek and Ayane could tell she was agitated. With an assortment of vegetables, pork, and beef and fish he combined and diced all of them. He threw the knives up into the air and they both came down and struck the meat with a thud. He smiled again, and waited for the food to sizzle as he left.
"Don't trust him," Ayane said.
"I know," Christie replied with a sullen undertone.
Ayane quickly drew her kunai, playing with it in between her delicate fingers.
The cook came back with a very gleeful, smiling woman and they began to play with the knives throwing it back and forth. The woman bowed and began to flip the fish up onto Ayane's and Christie's plates. She smiled and got behind her and put some teriyaki sauce on her fish, and did likewise for Christie. Ayane began to eat like a wild dog, always keeping an attentive eye on both the cooks. Christie ate slowly and precisely, picking up her food according to its size.
"Come on, eat Christie. We ain't gonna be eating for a long time so you'd better eat like the wind."
"I'd rather not; I can't kill on a completely full stomach."
She needs to get that stick out of her butt, and at least try to live life a little.
They ate in silence but Ayane couldn't take it any longer.
"So why are you in the business Christie?"
"It's none of your business,"
"Alright, sorry I asked."
" I just get defensive, don't worry."
"I'm not.Tell me why than,"
Christie sighed; clearly aggravated at Ayane's persistence. "I have to do it."
Dropping like a bag with an elephant in it, Ayane's mouth drooped clearly shocked at her answer.
"Why?!"
"I owe Donovan, he saved me."
"Than work at Wal-Mart or something," Ayane retorted.
Christie looked back at her, "I wish it was that simple."
"I understand, do you even like your job?" Ayane remembered Genra and how she felt like she needed to repay him.
Christie looked her way, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. "It pays well, and I can get my mind of things."
"So..killing people is something you would like to think about?"
Christie laughed, and it was a genuine laugh. It was so strange to see happiness creep from her face. Her disposition was nothing like the cook's but was enough.
"If you don't mind me asking Christie, what'd he save you from?"
"Christie's eyes got cold, "Nothing I would like to share."
Ayane felt that cold chill down her spine, but it was from her tone of voice this time.
"What'd you see on my laptop Ayane?"
"I just saw info on Christopher."
"Good," Christie replied.
"This guy must be pretty elusive; you haven't caught up with him yet."
"Yeah, I've been following him but never got close enough to kill."
"A pity," Ayane remarked.
"Yeah, just a waste of my time. I have better things to do."
"Like," Ayane was feeling daring by asking.
"Sleep."
Ayane smiled and began to eat her dinner again.
As soon as they were finished the cook came around with the check, and stood behind Christie. Ayane noticed a slow creeping motion near his hand. He was pulling out a garrote! Ayane ripped the kunai from her hands and hurled it at the man's hand. He squealed from pain, she jumped up from her seat and struck the cook in the face with her fist. She then spun, leapt, and kicked him which sent him flying over the balcony. Screams ensuing, fear and terror reverberated in their painful voices. The female cook who'd catered to them earlier was racing at Ayane with two swords, but Ayane heard the clacking of her slippers. She ducked and stuck her foot out so as to trip the waitress but she simply hopped over it. The waitress lunged at Ayane with one sword while Ayane ducked and grabbed the waitress's arm. She threw her backwards and the waitress hit the hibachi table. Ayane could hear her back snap as the collision made her spine break. Ayane lunged forward with a jump over the balcony, her arms outstretched. She flipped once and landed quietly on the cement. Christie had to take the tough route, she ran down the stairs with a frightened expression to make it seem as if she was a scared customer. She ran out the door and jumped in the car, speeding down the road.
"Why'd they attack us," Ayane questioned.
"Christopher Ballard has a lot of connections, I should've known better." Her brows furrowed as she contemplated.
"I saw that he was a double agent on your laptop. He knows about you."
"No, he was discovered and left DOATEC before I was assigned this mission." She began to turn a corner and Ayane had to clutch the door, and she saw a sign that said
AIRPORT: 45 MILES
"Well, have you ever thought about the fact that there might be people on the inside that have connections with him?" Ayane was surprised at how well Christie knew her way, but then again she would've had to known her way for her to be an assassin.
"I doubt it, they would've been discovered." Christie sounded confident that no one would dare spill the beans.
"Not necessarily."
"I understand what you're saying, switch wigs..."
Ayane did so, " I have two different aliases so that should keep me undercover for a while."
"Ditto."
"Did you give the Coquin Singe your real name," questioned Ayane.
"Of course not,"Christie swept her hair back, "I'm not an amateur."
"Where are we headed anyway?"
"Edo, Japan."
Ayane grinned and said, "Damn, he's fast."