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Hayate

A rough pain swallowed my whole body. The ache would have been pernicious for an average person. Although the soreness was electrifying, I had experienced far worse. It pulsated on the inside of me and I could no longer feel any part of me touching anything. It was as if I was floating on a cloud of pain. I was awake, but afraid to open my eyes to the possible horrors that surrounded me. While I stirred, I found my wrists were tied together, as well as my ankles, with a tight, scraggly rope.

My curiosity soon got to the better of me, and I opened my eyes. The room was hot and humid. I could smell the musty stink of the night's rain as the darkness came to me like a blind man's sight.

"I see your finally awake," Shunsaku growled.

Finally? I must have been in a coma for several days. I looked around searching for the owner's voice.

A sudden light punctured my eyes. Shunsaku was sitting on a throne-like chair that had mystical golden dragons circling the arm rest. He was surrounded by female servants in turquoise blue kimono's that hung loosely on there beautiful snow white skin.

Looking at the girls I let out a gasp, realizing that my sister was no where to be found. If anyone ever hurt her, they might as well be having a death wish.

Never let your opponent know what you are feeling. The poor excuse of a father bellowed from deep within me. Look at him straight in the eye.

I did what I was told, but Shunsaku read me like an open book.

"Not to worry, my humble friend," he said, mockingly. "Your sister luckily ran away... after I slashed her neck, of course." He added casually.

"You son of a bitch!"

"Now, now. Hold your tongue, because after all, I do have your life in the palm of my hand."

Damn it, he's right.

He grunted and the servants quickly fed him.

My eyes explored the scene. Tall red, cylindrical poles, bordered the sliding beige paper doors. It was surrounded by dark yellow walls that seemed to be screaming from former victims that had been tortured here once. A coldness crept up from my spine to my chest, realizing my fate as the prey of a vicious and merciless monster.

After a moment of being fed by his servants, he excused himself.

"Well, I would love to stay for the entertainment, but I have more important things to do. My ladies are awaiting." He said, winking. And with that, he stood up and left the revolting room. The servants obediently followed him, snickering.

I heard low, and deep whispers on the other side of the doors. The murmurs soon came to an abrupt stop, and a man twice as big as I was, came in with a large leather whip in his right hand. I could not see his face for it was buried within a black silk façade. His eyes narrowed down on me as he approached. Eyes closed, I was ready for the pain.

The whip came at me like lightening. Trying hard to keep my silence, I reminisced precious memories of my mother, sister and best friend Ryu. But not even the past could help me now. My father's likely to have forgotten about me already, and my only hope was with Kasumi and Ryu.

The man raised his broad and robust arms and striked at me with a loud grunt.

I let out a scream.

Kasumi, Ryu, please save me...

Narrator

The days passed and Kasumi was uncertain about the path that led to Shunsaku's land. The river flowed continuously, and it seemed that it wouldn't stop anytime soon.

She was getting weary with this self mission, especially last night, for the rain fell violently.

It had been days since her father last sent men to capture her. She smiled at the thought. She had killed all of them with ease and agility. But at the end of each killing she would pray, hoping that it would help them to the next world.

She looked beyond the horizon, and sighed. The river was so long, that she could not see the end of it.

I hope Hayate is sustaining.

Kasumi

I was fed up with the river that led me to nowhere, while my brother was tortured by the enemy. I gritted my teeth at the thought of him. But father's men always made me forget about him... well, for the moment.

A swishing noise came towards me, it was a shuriken. Two more flew to me, and I somersaulted backwards. Another one came to me at a different direction, I dodged, but wasn't fast enough. The sharp coal, black shuriken skinned me, and I took out my katana, ready to kill the bastard.

I heard a grunt behind me and looked back.

These men are more skilled than the previous ones.

I quickly ran up a trees trunk and jumped back. His katana nearly hit my head, ripping my ribbon that held my hair in place. Two more came out of the trees, aiming at me with kunais. All of them wore a dark blue mask to cover their faces.

Father never brought men wearing masks.

The man with the katana appeared to be the leader. Once he nodded, the others came charging at me. Dodging all of them, he came up to me with speed and hooked his katana under mine and threw it onto the ground, behind a bush.

I gasped, realizing that these men weren't father's at all, but Shunsaku's. I could see their clan symbol on the back of there ninja attire.

I must be going the right way then.

The one with the kunai lunged at me. I grabbed his wrist and drove his kunai into his heart. I soon took out my own and started to attack viciously. I leaped into a tree and hid, while I took out another ribbon to tie my hair.

A shuriken was aimed at me. I jumped to a taller branch. Vaulting, I could see one of them at an opposing tree. I leapt into it and threw my kunai at him as hard as I could. It pierced his forehead and he fell down, hitting each branch of the unknowing tree.

Three more shurikens came sailing at me. I saw my katana gleaming brightly under the sun. I went down gracefully and snatched it. The man fired additional deadly spikes. I shielded myself by spinning my katana rapidly.

Suddenly, he came down at me with his katana. I swiftly took out my sword and hooked it under his, making it fly out of his hand. I looked at him grinning, and shoved my katana into him as he fell.

I fell to the ground myself, exhausted. I beamed for doing such a job well done, and in addition, I learned a new move.

After I had my composure back, I went to retrieve my kunai, and put it in it's rightful spot, on the side of my belt. I suddenly remembered I was cut. The incision was only minor, but to be on the safe side, I decided to clean it.

I knelt down by the riverside, and began to wash the cut, it stung, but I didn't mind. My thirst quickly controlled me as I bent down and and drank some water. It was surprisingly cool and refreshing, so I gulped it down rapidly. After I was finished, I ran the back of my hand across my wet lips, and took a deep breath. I looked around and explored the beautiful scenery that no one, but nature can shape. The crisp, mint green leaves fluttered against the delicate wind, the sky was like a never-ending ocean. This was peace.

I was so absorbed within the setting, I did not pay much attention to the sounds around me, and someone managed to put their hand on my shoulder.

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