Ya, ya, I know I haven't up dated, but I was having massive writersw block, but I'm back on track know and boy do I have a story for you!
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"What a load of crap!"
The 3 teens looked up to see the blonde that they thought had been asleep sitting on one of the over head trusses with his feet dangling down. He jumped and landed, which suprized them due to his many obvious injuries.
"Ayame left us while she had the chance. All that bull about her coming back was nothing but lies. I've lay awake many a night hoping, praying, that she would come and take me and the rest of the undesirables out of our misery, but she never came." He said speaking in a lethal tone, eyes narrow. "That only leaves one question, who are you and how do you know so much?"
Ayame could feel the knot in her stomach get ever tighter with each word the boy spoke and it took her a few seconds before she was able to answer.
"What Ayame was doing was trying to make something of herself so she wouldn't bring her friends into an even worse situation." She replied opening up her shirt poket and pulling out a necklace identical to the one the teen was wearing. His eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief.
"No! It can't be you!" he yelled falling to his knees and scratching at the loose earth floor.
"Tell me Deidara, what did I tell you the night before I left?" she asked.
"You said that leaving was harder on you than any of us. That when you were told you were going to be kicked out, you came up to the roof and cried the entire night, and that seeing me like I was wasn't going to help you." He looked up. "You told me you promised, as soon as you got the money, and a place of your own that you would come and get us. And you promised that after that you would NEVER let us suffer again."
"That's right. I was never going to break my promise Dei. I was just waiting until the right time." She got up and walked over to the blonde who now had tears shame running down his cheeks. He looked up at her and suddenly remembered the others she promised to protect.
"Ayame, we have to hurry!" he said springing up. "We have to help the others."
She looked over her shoulder at Kiba, Raiden and Nala, and then turned back.
"You guys." She said in a humble voice trying to mask the tears that ran down her face. "There is nothing left for me here and its time that I stopped running away from my old life. Thank you for you comfort and companionship but I have to go now."
A hand was laid softly on either of her shoulders and she turned around to see her friends smiling softly and Nala staring at her with familiar demonic red eyes.
"You're not losing us that easy." Kiba said showing his teeth.
"There is nothing but pain left for me here and us orphans have to stick together!" Raiden piped in taking his own identification necklace baring a dancing dragon out of his pocket. Surprisingly, Kiba also exposed one hidden under his shirt with the emblem of a hooded cobra. Turning her attention to Nala the wolf met her gaze. A swirl of green and blue was thrust into everyone's' mind as the black wolf proudly stated:
"Ayame, I am bonded to you through Kyra guardian of the moon, and I will protect you until both of our deaths."
Ayame smiled a genuine smile as she looked at her devoted partners.
"Alright, go pack your things." She said knowing the three could not be swayed. "We leave at sun up."
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Ayame emptied her school backpack and placed in it her cloths, her sketch book, and a photo of her and her mother. She then walked around to the back of her home with a curious Deidara following behind. When she got to a spot marked with a blooming rose bush she dug next to it for a few feet until she hit a long leather sack. Opening it she withdrew two twin swords in emerald green hilts and a white mask with an unknown design on it. She crossed the straps of the hilts over her shoulders and swiftly pulled the blades out. She sunk into a defensive position and then began to spar with the air. Deidara and Nala watched in awe as Ayame's dance like moves were carried out flawlessly and each blade acted as and extension of her own arm. Finishing by cutting the top most rose off of the bush like a newly sharpened knife through butter, she placed her weapons back in the proper hilts and picked up the mask and started back inside.
It was not long after that that sun rise came and before they knew it the members of the small party were gathered at the agreed meeting place, the make shift grave of Ayame's mother. With a silent fare well the 4 were off into the unknown.