The Devil and The Samurai's Daughter
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Mortal Kombat or Devil May Cry. The only characters I own are my OC Annalisa and her Cerberus, Akiresu. This story starts toward DMC 3. I will allow CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, as this is my FIRST Mortal Kombat/Devil May Cry story. So PLEASE go easy on me!
Prologue
I am sitting in my room after coming home from visiting my best friend Cassandra Cage. We had spent the whole day at the mall and had just seen an awesome new movie. Takeda was waiting at home for me and dinner was ready. Mmm, I could smell the delicious aroma of his famous sesame chicken with satay sauce. I come in, and take my shoes off by the door.
"Keda? I'm home!" I call, "I even brought you something back from the mall."
Takeda came out with a smile. Ever since our father disappeared, he raised me... with Master Hasashi's help of course. Takeda WAS after all only ten years old when Dad abandoned us, and I was only a couple of hours. He swiped me up into his arms, giving me one of his famous Takeda bear hugs.
"Hey Sakura," Takeda laughs, "I made your favorite for dinner. I figured since I haven't made it in a while, I'd surprise ya."
My name is Annalisa Sakura Takahashi. I am, as of now, eight years old. I have beautiful blue eyes and black hair. Takeda and I aren't sure how I got blue eyes. He tells me that our mom, Suchin, was Thai-American, so maybe it came from the American side? Well anyway... Where was I? Oh right, my appearance. As I am twelve years old, I'm DEFINITELY shorter than my brother by a lot. Not sure how tall I am though, sadly. Master Hasashi hasn't measured me in awhile. I have slightly tan skin, much like my older brother, which I love.
According to Takeda, I have Mom's smile. A smile that was so warm and kind that it could light up a whole room. But, I also was told, by both Keda and Master Hasashi that I inherited Dad's temper... well, I wouldn't know seeing as I never met Dad. Takeda doesn't talk about him and whenever I try to ask about Dad, all Takeda says is that he abandoned us after Mom died. So, I stopped asking. I'm eight, I don't need to know anymore about that subject, right? I then look at him,
"Takeda? Will I ever have to fight Mortal Kombat? Or join a clan at all in my life?"
"Not if you don't want to," Takeda said, "I won't force you."
"What if one day, I want to do something else?" I ask, "like, join the Special Forces? Like Cassie one day?"
"If that's what you wanna do," Takeda said, "I'll talk to Major Blade, okay?"
I nod and sit at the table. Takeda puts a plate in front of me and pours me some juice into a cup. Once he has his food, he sits across from me and tells me to dig in. I do without a second thought. Takeda's food was so delicious, and was well worth the wait. He sometimes switched between Thai and American. But would occasionally do something Japanese. Truth be told, Keda kinda sucks with certain Japanese foods. I mean, his miso soup is to kill for and don't get me started on his Udon noodles. His sushi and tempura are great, but that's about where the trail runs cold. I have been learning a lot from Hasashi about Japanese cuisine and for a twelve year old, he's impressed by what a quick study I am.
Around the time I get ready to go to bed, Takeda comes upstairs to tuck me in for the night. He had to train with Hanzo for a few hours, but I could care less. Truth be told, I'm good with my beauty sleep. Takeda can train to his heart's content. Before Takeda turns out the light, I sit up.
"Keda?"
"Yeah?" He says, standing outside the door.
"Could you read me another story of Sparda"
Takeda chuckles, but he nods. I loved hearing those stories. The Legendary Dark Knight. Takeda takes the book out of my hands before turning on the lamp and sitting on my bed.
"Tales of The Dark Knight Sparda." Takeda reads the cover of the book, before turning the page to the next story.
As he reads, I listen intently. Boy, what a great way to spend life. Kicking demon butt. Saving the world from the Underworld. Finding true love. What more out of life could you want? As he reads, I start to drift off. But, I had to ask my brother one last question.
"Takeda?" I yawn softly, as he pulls the blanket over me.
"Yes, Sakura?" He asked, putting my stuffed dragon beside me.
"Do you think Sparda's real?"
"Well," Takeda said, "you never know, kiddo. Maybe, maybe not. Now, get some sleep, okay? We'll talk more about it in the morning."
"Good night, Keda." I said, with another small yawn, "I love you."
"I love you too, Little Sister." Takeda smiles, "good night."
As he turns my light off, and closes my door, I fall asleep and start to dream.
Meanwhile: Hasashi's POV
I called Takeda into my office, as I had received from very distressing news. Me dear friend, Sparda's family was attacked moments ago. I needed someone to go and assess the damages. My old friend wasn't anywhere to be found and I immensely worried about his two sons; Dante and Vergil. I knew that Eva was only human, and if anything had happened to her, the boys would be all alone. When Takeda came in, I looked up with a grim expression.
"What is it, Master Hasashi?" Takeda asked me, his eyes filled with concern at my expression.
"Is your sister asleep?" I ask.
"Yes," Takeda confirms, "she asked me to read her another legend of your dear friend."
I couldn't help a fond smile. I remember telling Annalisa about my dear friend as she grew up. She's met Sparda a couple times, however, I knew she probably wouldn't remember as she was so young. I even got her that book for her fifth birthday, and she asks for a new story every night.
"I'm afraid I have some disturbing news."
"What is it, Master?"
"I'm afraid Sparda's family has been attacked as of late."
Takeda's eyes went wide, a reaction I expected. I continued,
"I need someone to assess the damages. And make sure his family is alright."
Takeda instantly stands at attention and says,
"I will go. Where does he live?"
I tell him that my dear friend's home was located in a town called Red Grave, but it wasn't within the city itself. It was far on the outskirts, more toward the open plains.
I silently prayed that his family was alright. Even though, in truth, I haven't heard from my old friend for years. While I was hoping that his family was well, I was hoping he was as well, but something told me... that something terrible had happened both to my friend, and his dearest family.
Elder Gods, I hope I'm wrong.
