AN: Here's another chapter coming at ya. I didn't get as many reviews for the last two as I would have liked but it's ok, cuz I'm not giving up! This chapter is a continuation of the last one, so I'm going to repeat sort of what happened in the last chapter first. I know there is a lot of secrecy and there hasn't been mention of Gundam Wing yet but that will change soon enough. Just have a little patience, I know you'll like it if you wait.
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Kasumi gasped breathlessly, someone was trying to attack her. She quickly moved out of the way before she was whacked with a large heavy looking staff. She turned around and stared into a pair of garnet eyes. They were mesmerizing, one look and she was in awe, but she was being threatened still lingered and she stood back. The woman forced her staff forward and Kasumi's reflexes held her bo up to block the hit.
The staff itself was spellbinding, its metal shining and the large ruby gem placed on the top was simply beautiful, but the woman held a great deal of beauty herself. She looked of wisdom, but her age was not of question. Her aura reeked classicalness, only Kasumi was a bit skeptical of her years because of the outfit that the woman was wearing.
She stood tall in a silver, chic silk skirt that resembled the Chinese culture of which had tassels hanging off of the bottom of it and a split up the leg not revealing too much. Her top was more simple yet sexy, as it was a backless halter top in a deep garnet colour, one that would match her eyes. Her boots traveled her up leg until it reached her kneecaps, in a gloss leather look. The two most interesting things about her outfit that made Kasumi's insides flutter, was her hand gloves and her contrasting thick, white belt. It gave Kasumi thoughts of martial arts and strength. Something this woman, she did not doubt, had.
The woman swung her staff around her fingers and swerved it left, right and center at Kasumi. Kasumi dodged all of them, trying to think of one good reason this person had to fight with her. She didn't know of anyone who would want to fight her for any reason at all.
"Come on! Fight back, use your weapon!" The woman challenged. Kasumi's eyes widened in shock. Fight? She didn't know how to fight, and use a weapon! The very thought made her shiver. She stopped to think, something, she never realized was a extremely bad mistake.
"But why? Why do we have to fight? I don't even know you!"
The woman drew her staff upon Kasumi and hit her on the shoulder. Kasumi flinched in pain, refusing to scream.
"This isn't a matter of reasoning, it's about inflicting pain on your enemy!"The woman yelled at her.
This seemed to upset her in a very different way, and when she looked up the woman saw something strange glowing in Kasumi's eyes, something dangerous.
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Akane finally slowed to a stop at the old shrine. It was a very ancient shrine she had entered and was probably lived in thousand's of years ago. The sight was priceless as Akane looked around, she never thought she would ever walk into a deserted dojo.
The walls were a torn brown and dusty look, with scattered broken statues, the missing pieces shattered throughout the dojo grounds.
She took a look around and saw nothing. "Hello?" She called out. She dropped the nunchukus to the ground and looked around 360 degrees. She didn't understand the absence of life let alone a note or paper of some sort.
'I thought this was a prank!' She fought inside her head. Anger rising, she turned around and made her way out of the dojo.
With an acute buzzing noise, something wisped passed her ear. She stopped and watched what it was. She squinted her eyes, but couldn't make it out. It just kept going and going. She crouched down low and picked up a piece of glass. She stood again holding it on an angle. She stared into the reflection.
She saw a moving figure behind her. Then it stopped. Akane's brows furrowed. What was this person doing? She questioned silently. Then she saw a strange action and Akane jumped out of the way.
She ran into a half broken statue and pushed herself off of it. She was now looking directly at the one whom could have been the one to send her the unfriendly invitation, or just a girl that's pissed off at something.
"Is it you?" Akane yelled, "Are you the one?" She had an angry tone to her voice. Although she was angry, but even more exhausted.
"Why do you ask questions without a question in it?" The girl counter-asked. Akane looked puzzled at her. What was she talking about? Was this girl implying that she didn't have good verbalization skills?
"HEY! What are YOU talking about? I WANT to know if it was YOU that sent ME the LET-TER!" She screamed. Her anger boiled over.
The black-haired beauty smirked. 'You'll see' she whispered into Akane's mind.
Akane looked back and forth, no one was close enough to have whispered to her. She didn't understand where she heard that. Maybe she was imagining it? Maybe she was getting heat exhaustion? Or maybe this girl...
She looked up again. The girl smirked. Akane gasped. She raised her weapon. It was a futuristic version of a crossbow. The girl pulled it back, locked it and clipped it with a round of sharp-looking arrows. They were small, thin and looked as if they were made out of some metal, not wooden ones, as Akane was use to. She had this growing, uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't like this.
And the girl started.
She started firing arrows. Akane yelped and flew backwards. The arrow hit the position of where her gut was a millisecond ago, in the exact place she felt the uneasy feeling. She stared at it strangely and then she looked at the girl.
When the girl tightened her grip on the crossbow, ready to fire another one, Akane stopped acting with idiocy and got a grip. The girl fired, but one after another. Akane quickly jumped over the statue and belly flopped to the stone ground.
She coughed from the dust. These arrows weren't exactly weak, they hit the statue where Akane was lying, just a bit above her. So Akane arm crawled towards the other side of it, but she was followed by the arrows. They hit the stone and zipped right through it like paper.
Akane needed something armor-like to protect herself. She glanced forward and saw another crumbled statue. At the bottom of it, a shield of the soldier was lying.
If only she could get there without getting hit by the deadly arrows.
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Nabiki looked around in wonder. What the hell is she doing up here anyway? She was supposed to be meeting someone; the one who sent her the note, but no one was here. There was really nothing up here, and although she knew she had always wondered what was up here since she was little, now she just wished she could go home and chill out in her room.
She looked at the whip that she now held in her possession. Why would someone want to give her a whip anyway? She hoped this wasn't some trick from a horny degenerate bondage freak; it wasn't her style.
She paced back and forth staring at her watch, counting down until the exact time she was going to leave. It started to get hotter out, and perspiration was accumulating on her forehead. 'Great, I feel hideously sticky. How wonderful.' She thought as she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. However her hand was wrenched away violently, being lashed by heavy linked chain. Nabiki looked at the chain for a second and then her eyes traveled the chain towards the person holding the other end.
She was standing there with a grin playing on her lips. Nabiki looked her over. 'Well... isn't she just the most inconspicuous person?' she thought, referring to the revealing outfit that she was adorned in, that included a mid-thigh, tight, orange, glossed leather skirt, and a spiked turtle neck, sleeveless shirt, black with a picture of a pirate's skull on the front. The low cut top was connected with the spiked collar by fishnet material.
'Fooled you, didn't I?' she said within Nabiki's mind.
"No way!" Nabiki squeaked, realization that this was not just another Shampoo. The blond-haired girl yanked on the chain that had started to cut the circulation in Nabiki's wrist.
"Ow! What are you doing?" Nabiki cried.
"Toughening you up!" The blond screamed, as she rippled the chain, knocking Nabiki off her feet. Being a Tendo woman, Nabiki learned quickly that you needed to know how to defend yourself. Even though she wasn't particularly interested in martial arts, she did know how to kick butt when need be.
She balanced herself. The blond ran toward her at top speed, Nabiki dropped down and held the chain out, tripping the girl. She did fall, but caught herself, and swept Nabiki off her balance, once again.
Nabiki laid on the ground, looking around, for something in her defense. The blond attempted to stomp on her, but she rolled out of the way and onto the whip she had dropped earlier. What luck she had. She picked it up and jumped onto her feet, lashing the blond in the hand. The girl dropped the chain and held her hand in pain.
Intensely staring at Nabiki, she said in a collect voice, "Very well done. I guess I have to go a little harder now..."
Nabiki cringed, that was hard enough. What was she trying to prove? Was this what was happening to Kasumi and Akane as well?
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"Fool, never look away from your opponent! Get focused!" Kasumi was, again, brutally bashed in the arm. She never shed a frustrated tear, however she did cry out in pain as it enhanced. She blocked every hit as well as she could, but she was no match for the woman with the staff.
The woman watched Kasumi defend herself, and noticed the glow of her eyes every time she hit her with her staff, she had the potential to unleash extreme power, but always held back. The woman was determined to have her explode with anger as soon as possible, before she, herself, wearied.
She knocked Kasumi in the stomach, and tripped her on her feet. Kasumi's eyes lit with definite anger, but she still did not let it linger. She stood up again, bo at the ready and started to watch the staff with intensity.
The woman slashed at the right, and Kasumi blocked it, same as when she slashed at the left. Then the woman whipped her staff at Kasumi's feet, and Kasumi managed to jump out of the way.
Kasumi was deceived when she watched the staff decline, so she tried to jump again, but then she was cracked over the head with the staff. She felt a rush of immense pain rise in her body, her head swelling, some blood trickling. She fainted to the ground, but did not go unconscious. She touched her wound, and looked at the blood dripping off of her fingers. Her temper began to flare. She felt hot inside, like an inferno. Was she being played with? She did not care anymore, she wanted to get this sick woman back. She had gone too far.
Kasumi jumped to her feet and lunged at the woman, bo ready to strike. The woman backed up, but Kasumi kept a charge on her. She took her bo and flung it around, forcing it into the woman's gut. The woman fell to her knee, holding her ab in pain. Kasumi did not stop, she imitated the woman's moves, and struck her opponent on the shoulder, as hard as possible. The woman gave way and screamed. Then, she too, rose with extreme anger flashing dangerously in her eyes.
"I see you've learned how to fight, suddenly. This shall prove to be a real match now." The woman said, pushing her shoulder back into place, after being dislocated by Kasumi's ill-tempered blow.
"Try what you can. From now on, I will not allow you to harm me." Kasumi yelled back at her. The two women stood five feet from each other, circling one another, staring into each other's eyes, not blinking. As if on cue, both felt the burst of adrenaline, and catapulted towards each other.
It was an even match, but the woman pulled off some martial art moves, that Kasumi could not compete with, however she managed to stand her ground. She warded the woman off with surprise kicks and advances. Kasumi threw her bo at the woman so hard, some wood chipped off of the end and went flying...
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Quatre Winner, walked alongside one of his comrades, Duo Maxwell, towards a church shelter, offering care for the soldiers, as directed by the very lovely Sally Po. As they walked, Quatre looked towards the hole in the ground, where a very beautiful Japanese fountain once stood, he smiled sadly and looked away.
Suddenly, he was hit in the head by something very forceful, that knocked him into his partner, Duo.
"What's wrong?" Duo asked, worried, and ready to fight.
"I don't know," Quatre rubbed his head, "It felt like something was thrown at me... almost like a piece of wood or something..." Quatre looked around, there was no sign of any human presence.
"Dude, maybe we should get you to a doctor... You're kind of freaking me out." Duo looked at Quatre like he was insane, helped him to balance and they walked back to the church.
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The women fought, and were growing tired very rapidly. Kasumi knocked the woman around a lot, and she, too, was hit with powerful blows, but it seemed as though Kasumi had the upper hand in the fight.
They were sparring with the sticks, and the woman was leading Kasumi backwards. Kasumi had to jump onto the fountains ledge, and balance herself as she blocked the attacks. At once, Kasumi held the bo like a base ball bat and smacked the woman in the side. She fell like an anvil to the ground. Kasumi was lead to believe she had defeated the woman and she stood there staring down at her, not moving. The woman held herself, rocking back in forth, flinching in pain.
"Who.. Are.. You?" Kasumi breathed, exhausted.
The woman looked up,. Smiled a little and said her name, "Setsuna Meioh. Congratulations, you have been accepted."
Kasumi stared at her, puzzled. What did she mean? The woman picked up her staff and knocked Kasumi off her feet, and she landed in the fountain.
"You won't ever beat me again!" Setsuna said and sat down on the ledge, next to a soaked Kasumi.
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Akane eyed the shield. She listened to the rounds of arrows fired, every five, there was a hesitation. 1,2 ,3 ,4 , 5 ... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ...
1,2,3,4,5- GO! She shot off as fast as one of the arrows, and tumbled forward, picking up the shield, and placing it in front of herself. It was made of brass, it seemed. Akane stood up, and ran for the other side of the dojo, where the girl couldn't see her.
She laid her arms on the building, panting. What was her problem? What did she have against Akane to want to fire darts at her? A crack behind her alerted her that the girl had already began her new attack system. She turned around and looked outward. There, just conveniently, was a forest of trees in her view, and a perfect place for someone with a crossbow to hide.
Akane couldn't make out where the girl was, it was too camouflaged to make it out clear enough. Akane stood guard, holding the shield against herself, not exactly sure what she wanted to protect herself against anymore.
Then she heard a click. She was going to fire again. Akane attempted to duck, but it hit her already. A wooden arrow pierced her gi, and the pressure took the arrow and Akane, herself, right through the wall. Akane slid across the nasty floor, scraping her back. The shield had been knocked away from her reach.
The girl jumped through the opening in the wall, stood there waiting. Waiting for what? Akane could think of only one thing. She wanted Akane to make the first move this time. Akane stood, eyed the shield and lunged for the girl, actually surprising her. She knocked the crossbow out of her hands and kicked her in the shin. She stumbled back, horror-stricken by her weakness.
Her eyes brightly flashing, the girl pulled her arm gloves off of her body, and positioned herself in the Mighty Phoenix stance.
Akane was ready. It was kind of funny, but she had a little bit of Ranma's words running through her head, especially 'tomboy,' because at the moment, she represented that well. Maybe not a tomboy, but certainly something masculine, a warrior. Akane was a warrior.
'Then fight like a warrior.' She spoke inside Akane's mind again. She was really starting to creep her out now.
As if on cue, they both went for each other at the same time, and sparks started to fly. Akane's strength was almost perfect match for the girl's strength. They held one of each other's hands in their own, and tried to beat each other with what they had left, weakening their enemy. Akane seemed to be doing good, until she felt a tremendous blow to the abdomen, and was knocked backwards.
Beside her, the shield, was laying, ready for her to pick up. She did, and threw it at the girl, like a frisbee. The girl was smacked in the head, and flew through the hole in the wall. Akane ran for it, the opposite direction, and stumbled over her nunchukus, she had found earlier. What luck she had.
The buzzing began, and one after another, arrows flew at her. Akane twirled around, swinging her nunchukus like a pro, bashing the arrows out of the way. It was like a scene from a Bruce Lee movie. Her proficiency was incredible. She wheeled the ancient weapon with the most beautiful grace.
The girl seemed to want to take the scene in for a moment's time, as Akane mastered the art of the nunchukery(sp?).
Akane thought that maybe the girl wanted to give up this weird battle, however she was wrong, when the girl lifted her bow and shot at Akane again, only this time Akane was not fast enough, and she was hit in the shoulder by an arrow, and when she saw the blood that began to flow freely from her fresh injury, a mixture of heat, exhaustion and shock bounced around in her rambling head, and darkness overwhelmed her. She passed out, and remembered nothing until she woke up ...
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Wufei roared to a stop on his new Harley. He grabbed some parcels he had picked up in town. One of his few excuses to leave his home.
He had found a low clearing in the middle of a forest, and it was the remains of a highly decorated dojo from the early Japanese civilization. So he had cleared it out, and rebuilt it for his residing preferences.
When he entered his house, he closed the door, removed his shoes and set his parcels down on his coffee table.
A few wisps of hair has been irritating his neck while riding home, so he took out his ponytail. Suddenly a gust of wind blew his slick hair into his face; one of his pet peeves.
He sighed, "I don't remember leaving the window open.." He looked over to the window, and he was right, it was closed, however there was a big chunk of wall missing beside the window.
He stared at it in disbelief. How the heck could this have happened? No one saw or heard it? Anger was fuming out of every part of his body. Who was powerful enough to knock out a dojo wall?
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Nabiki ran towards the fire escape as fast as she could. Panting, she didn't understand why this violence was necessary.
'You can run but you can't hide...' The voice in her head tantalized. These voices were not a healthy sign. She wished she could fly. 'Be careful what you wish for...' The voice cried in pure spite.
'SHUT UP' Nabiki screamed back at her inside her own head. 'Please... just jump in the air and float to the ground like a hot air balloon...' she plead with her inner spirits.
"I said..." Nabiki stopped short, and turned. Her opponent was three inches away from her, "Be careful what you wish FOR!" She lassoed Nabiki around the waist, and spun her around then kicked her back, sending her flying over the railing, being held only by the strength of the girl and her chain. As Nabiki flew over the side of the building, the chain tightened around her body, crushing her rib cage. She screamed out in pain, trying to understand why no one noticed what was happening on the roof.
As she hung, upside down, the blood rushing to her head, she looked around for some kind of hope that this was a nightmare. And then she saw her sister, Kasumi being bashed in the head by a metal staff from another woman, who looked similar to the one she was being slain by.
"Kasumi..." She tried to scream, but her lungs could not capacitate with much more oxygen, because of her physical state, it was only a whisper. Tears began to stream up her face. She could do nothing to help her sister. Kasumi was struck again. And Nabiki cried out in pain for her. There was only so much she could take . Being flogged by a ditzy blond was one thing, but watching as your completely innocent older sister was being thrashed was too much to handle. Nabiki's adrenaline exploded. Her eyes bulged from her head and her face turned a shade of purple, but she overcame it, and snapped the chain in half. All at once, air filled her lungs, pressure released from her ribs and she landed on the metal fire escape.
The girl looked over the edge. Nabiki was not impressed, and unexpectedly she was thinking clearer and concise, more now than ever. As the girl looked at her, Nabiki jumped onto the railing, going back upwards; the girl expecting her to climb up and try to fight her once again, but instead, Nabiki kicked the "EXIT" sign at her, breaking glass which pierced her skin, and she cried, falling backwards. Then Nabiki pulled herself up onto the roof again.
She took a moment, looking at the blond, trying to control herself. Nabiki observed the area. She ran towards the stairs, but did not exit. She grabbed the fire extinguisher, pulled the pin and blasted the girl in the face with it, blinding her for a moment, enough time for Nabiki to slam her in the head and knock her out.
All the energy drained from her body and she dropped the extinguisher next to her defeated opponent.
"Good God." She breathed a sigh of relief, "It's over. I'm going home."
She turned the corner of the stairs, to open the door, except that she was hit with the door and struck cold instead...
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Trowa was going to observe the circus kids' activities from the roof, so he had an open surrounding. He wasn't upset, but he wasn't thrilled to be the babysitter today. It was the circus troops lunch hour, and their kids were allowed an hour of playtime away from the camp. Today was Trowa's turn to keep an eye on them.
He ascended the last step and tried to open the door. It was slightly jammed, after years of erosion. He kicked it, and it bursted open but somehow did not slam the wall. It was almost like something was there to take the blow, but there was nothing there. Very strange...
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Alrighty then... I'm done. I included some Gundam Wing, to keep you all from crapping your pants in anticipation, but they are not that significant yet. At least the girls' battles are done now.
Ja Ane,
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