1Disclaimer: the characters in this fanfic (except for Yamisha) do not belong to me. They belong to the great mind of Nobuhiro Watsuki. E-mail me if you want to use Yamisha in your own fanfiction story at Need I say more?

Revenge is sweet

Yamisha walked slowly up the mountain being careful not to step on any sticks or make any noise whatsoever. She did not want to disturb her unsuspecting victim.

Yamisha approached a small cottage next to a waterfall when she got atop the mountain. Hiding her ki was a move she had been practicing, so no one was alerted to her presence.

Looking at the bucket in her hand, she frowned. A little devil appeared on her shoulder. "Go for it! You know what he's put you through! It's time for revenge!" it seemed to say. Just then, another little devil appeared on the opposite shoulder, and agreed with him.

'I love my twisted inner workings.' She thought devilishly to herself and smiled wickedly.

She jumped onto Hiko's roof and looked in the inactive chimney. Hiko was still asleep on his futon even though it was 6:00 PM. 'Lazy bum...' she thought to herself, 'and yet, he still had enough time to throw me into the river at 3:00 in the morning!' anger raged inside her.

She Jumped down the chimney, which was just big enough for her to squeeze through.

Her feet made a soft, almost inaudible contact with the floor from years of practice.

Slowly she inched towards Hiko's sword. She picked it up and reached into her pocket.

Then, Yamisha put it back down and walked silently towards Hiko's bed. He was snoring.

'MUAHAHAHAHA! Blackmailing material! I love it!' She thought to herself.

Slowly, she pulled the bucket from her side and raised it up.

'Everything will hinge on this one moment. If im not quick enough I could die from his reaction. I'm faster than him, so I think I'll make it. I better make it. Well, here goes.' She tilted the bucket ever so slightly, and drew in a deep, silent breath.

With godlike speed, she poured the contents of the bucket on Hiko's hair and ran outside for dear life.

He sprang to life and grabbed his cloak and sword.

"O c'mon! Fish oil! It'll take weeks for the smell to go! I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT YOU LITTLE JERK!" he wined and screemed at the same time.

Yamisha was rolling on the ground laughing at the sight he made.

Dripping in fish oil and fish heads that she had borrowed from the cook on the boat. It was all over his body and glued his hair down to his precious mantel.

"Stand up you little monster and prepare to die by the awesome wrath of my..." his voice died out mid-sentence. "GOD DAMMIT! How many traps did you set for me!"

"Nice spork Hiko." she barely managed to say before rolling in laughter on the ground again.

Hiko just stared in disbelief at the spoon-fork combo she had replaced his sword with.