Chapter 12: Kira

Jin gripped onto his blade tightly, glaring over at the man, "You killed many people and have their blood on your hands. You shot Asaki and I will never forgive you for that. You must die for what you have done."

"There's no way in hell I'm gonna die so go right ahead and try."

Jin ran toward Quinton, drawing his blade when he was near him. Quinton laughed, pulling out a grenade he kept secured at his side.

"Enjoy this. Consider it a gift from the future."

Jin blinked, "What is that?"

Quinton laughed, "Oh that's right you don't know about these do you? They're called grenades."

He ran off, throwing the grenade behind him. An explosion occurred, a large cloud of smoke covering the area. Jin used his sword to try to block the blast but it was a futile attempt as he got thrown back, landing on his stomach, his sword sliding along the ground at least four feet from him.

Quinton looked as the smoke cleared, seeing Jin trying to get back onto his feet. Quinton laughed and smirked, "That's right, get up only to fall down again."

Jin looked over at him as he laughed at him, his voice weaker, "I won't allow you to…do this…I will…stop you."

"You can't even stand up let alone defeat me. You should just give up now."

"N-never…"

Quinton sighed, "Very well. It's your funeral." He pulled out his shotgun, shooting Jin first in his right calf and then his right arm, near his hand.

Jin's eyes widened as the bullets impaled his flesh. Never before had he been hit by such intense pain. He couldn't allow Quinton to win. He had to defeat him. He struggled in trying to get to his feet. He finally managed to get to his knees, sitting up. Quinton walked over to him and smirked, putting the end of the gun to Jin's forehead.

"Now its time for you to die. No longer will the name, face and deeds of Kira Yakamoto be known!"

Quinton blinked, stopping, his eyes looking back at the man who held the sword to his back, "Who are you? And what the hell do you want to kill me for?"

"I am Hotsuma Komomeshi. You dare to injure the woman that I love and the man whom she is in love with. I won't have anything or anyone interfering with her happiness."

Quinton dove forward and out of the reach of Hotsuma. He started running off to give himself a place where he'd have a better shot with his assortment of weapons. Hotsuma, keeping his sword unsheathed, knelt down to Jin, "Jin are you ok?"

Jin nodded slightly, "Don't worry…about me…get Asaki somewhere…safe."

"It's obvious that we're going to have to work together to defeat him. You can't do this on your own."

"I'll try…"

"You already tried and look where it got you. We need to dispatch of him quickly so that we can help Asaki."

Jin nodded as Hotsuma held out his hand. Jin took his hand and used it to help him stand up. "What are we going to do? He's…got those weapons…from the future."

"Don't forget Jin that even the weapons that you and I have come from a prototype in the past."

"What do…you suggest we do?" he winced in pain lightly. "I can barely hold a sword let alone do anything else."

"Remember Jin, without the swords that we have today, no advancements would be made to give him those weapons that he has. We also have the skills of samurai whereas this guy…well without the power of his futuristic weapons he has nothing and will be completely defenseless."

Quinton looked at them, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Are you suggesting that I'm nothing without my pistols and grenades?"

Hotsuma smiled, "Not only am I suggesting it, I'm also flat out saying it."

Quinton growled, "I'll have you know that I was trained ever since I was five years old in many ancient arts. I was trained how to use a gun and grenades among other things. I use knives and I…"

Hotsuma smirked, "I thought we were going to fight, not talk about senseless and useless information that won't even matter in the end."

Quinton looked at them both, "That's it! I'm taking you both down!" he aimed at Hotsuma first. He would be the better of the two for the time being seeing as Jin was injured.

Hotsuma looked over at Jin, "Listen Jin, in order to survive this, we have to work together. That weapon he has seems to have a limited number of times that he can use it. Jin, when he runs out, I want you to dismantle that weapon understand?"

Jin nodded and stood idly by as the gun was fired and aimed at him. Hotsuma was quick on his feet and with his sword. He moved his body out of the way. Quinton grew angry, not able to hit Hotsuma on the first try. He fired his weapon once more, Hotsuma moving to the other side and out of the path of the bullet. Quinton was just irritated now. He put his finger on the trigger and fired it multiple times. Hotsuma knew he couldn't move one way or the other to avoid the bullets this time. Instead he came up with is own strategy. If he couldn't go around the bullets, he would simply have to destroy them. He quickly moved his blades, the bullets falling to the ground in tiny fragments, landing all around him. Quinton tried firing his gun again but all that could be heard was a clicking noise.

"Jin now! His weapon has run out of ammunition!"

Jin nodded and stumbled around a bit, going over to him. "Your weapon is gone!" Jin swiped his blade across the metal quickly as the gun fell into pieces on the ground.

Quinton laughed, "You all assume that that's the only trick that I hold up my sleeves. Well you're dead wrong!" he pulled out two large, flaming blades. "You two have just messed with the wrong man!"

Jin smiled, gaining confidence that they could defeat Quinton, "I see your trick now. You continue to use what money you have and buy weapon after weapon after weapon without ever mastering it. We may just be samurais with a couple blades a piece but we have mastered our weapons. That means we're more skilled swordsmen than you could ever hope to become. You use your money and think that it can get you power but money can't buy power."

"What are you talking about? I could buy any size of army I wanted to." Replied Quinton angrily.

Hotsuma smiled and shook his head, sighing, "You don't understand Quinton. They would be your strength. In other words, the strength would lie within them, not you. You would still be weak and, once they were defeated, you could easily be taken care of. No matter how many men your hire to help your or how many weapons or armor you buy to guard yourself, that still wouldn't change YOUR strength. You would still be the same weak, vulnerable, whimpering little puppy."

"Whimpering little puppy you say? Hmph. I believe I killed that priest and injured Asaki and Jin didn't I?"

Hotsuma laughed, "Yes you did. You killed an unarmed man of the Lord, injured a man and a woman who don't even know about your technology or weapon. In other words, you purposefully gave yourself an advantage and knew you would defeat them."

Quinton smiled, "Yeah I suppose I did. So what?"

"You're not even showing your power. THAT is my point. You are amplifying your weapons, taking weapons from the future to fight against us. You can't even fight us on the same level to see who's really stronger."

"So what? Who says I have to fight fairly? These two…made my father lose everything…" he closed his eyes remembering.

He could see it all clearly within his mind. Their million dollar company making more millions within a matter of a day. Their men instilling fear into all of their clients to get them to pay their bills and loans. Then one day, a young man with a sword walking into the company doors, saying he will defeat them all for the crimes they have committed. Within a matter of seconds, that same man used his blades to strike down and injure all at the company. Going up the elevator to meet the leader, the one who was behind it all. He and his father were sitting in his father's office, discussing their plans and who they would deal with next, conjuring new ways that they could exploit people and take money from their associates. Then moments later, on their computer, bringing up data files that they had requested and bribed government officials to obtain for them. Then they came up with a list of who was the most dangerous to them and the company. Before they could list even one person, that young man used his sword to slice down the door. He sheathed his sword, looking at them both. Quinton remembered the man's cold, blue eyes. He could see now that he got them from Asaki. He remembered the man introducing himself, saying that his name was Kira Yakamoto and telling them to stop their deals and, when they objected, striking down the leader, Quinton's father, making sure that he could never do such a thing again and Quinton just standing there in shock as his father was killed. The last thing he remembered was Kira's mocking. Kira had told him that he wouldn't kill him because he would never be considered a problem to him because he would never be strong enough.

Hotsuma looked at him, "I'm sure it's just as Jin has said. In order for his son, the son of a beautiful female samurai and a noble male samurai, to have slain anyone they must have had a damn good reason. That goes for Jin and Asaki as well. Whenever they find the need to kill, they must have a good reason for doing so."

"I don't care about any of that. All I know is that their son killed my father. After my father was killed, the company went downhill. I could never get things to be the way they once were when my father was ruling."

Hotsuma laughed, "That's because you're weak just as I have said to you many times. Have you not listened to a word that I've been telling you?"

Hotsuma and Jin teamed up to fight Quinton with his flaming blades. They each took one side, Jin on the left with the left blade and Hotsuma on the right with the right blade. With Quinton having the weight of a large blade in each of his hands, they knew his movements would be slower. They fought off the blades and moved around him, turning around quickly and, almost simultaneously, striking him in the back with their blades. Quinton fell to the ground by the weight of the blades combined with the force of the Jin and Hotsuma's quick slashes and actions.

Quinton glared at them, "I will…deal with you all later…" before either Hotsuma or Jin could do anything else, he dropped a small pellet which released a cloud of smoke and when it cleared, he was gone.

Jin sheathed his sword and ran back over to Asaki the best he could, "Asaki…" he touched her still warm flesh, feeling a soft and faint heartbeat. "Don't worry Asaki, we'll get you to a doctor." He went down to pick her up and before he could get to do much more, he collapsed on her, lying across her in a t-shaped fashion. It seemed that his wounds were catching up to him as well.

Hotsuma quickly sheathed his sword, and walked over to them, "I guess this means that I will be taking care of both of you." He smiled then went off to get someone to help him, taking Jin and Asaki to the doctor. They both had to undergo surgery for their bullet wounds. As each was taken into a separate room for their surgeries, Hotsuma sat on the floor in the waiting area. "I hope you two are going to be ok."

Quinton went back to his small home, growling in anger, "How dare those two think they can just attack me like that! Damn them all and their bastard of a son! All four of them can die and rot in Hell together!" he couldn't get rid of the wounds and they remained as scars on his back; reminders of his time in the past.