Author Note: I got the idea for this pairing because I feel these two are the ones who are untouchable. However together I believe they can find what both need within one another.
Chapter 2
That foreign bastard! I will kill him for his treachery, trying to kill Hayate. I won't forgive that man, I remember him from the tournament, he was after Donovan. I paid him no mind there, that is a mistake I won't make again. He was Russian, I faintly recall his voice once. His fighting style what was it, I can't remember damn. One of our scouts said he purchased a plane ticket to Moscow. I have already purchased mine, I wonder if he is going to hide.
He must know that his attack will spur our wrath? No fool would ever wish that would they? I found a voice cutting my concentration, it wasn't welcomed. Looking up I noticed a waitress, saying something about a drink? I gave her a scornful look, which sent her away. I hate people with their falsities and true natures. Everyone shows they want to be something, yet when you see them it's easy to see they are liars. All of them, only Genma showed that he was more than just a normal man.
I had to kill him, it was the honorable thing wasn't it? Even now after that damn tournament I lose sleep over it. With that stupid trick by Zack as a mild distraction, I can't stop seeing his face in my nightmares. The growl that creature made, it was no longer Genma. His moves were so familiar, even when he struck me with that blade it reminded me of my mistakes when I trained with him.What's this? I felt a tear leak down my cheek.
The sound over the intercom announcing the planes arrival in Moscow was welcomed.. Standing from my spot on the plane I followed in line with everyone, feeling a shove here and there. These peoplen were so rude, even more rude than the cold snow storm outside the plane that awaited me. STepping down the ramp I noticed many armed men walking with automatic weapons, such weaklings having to rely on such weapons.
A true warrior could rely only on their skills they mastered, not the help of some foreign tool. It just wasn't natural it was sort of funny this same type of weapon was going to lead me to that man. That gun he had used had special marks on it, what must have been military id from was I expected. Not many would know those marks, I needed to find someone who would recognize it perhaps with some persuasion tell me everything I want to know.
I got lucky, it seemed even in this cold city of snow people still answered to greed. The man at the gunshop seemed to be ex military. I noticed pictures of people standing in front of a Hind D attack helicopter. I spoke very little Russian. Placing the handgun on the counter, I had removed my kunai from the barell. The deep scratch was still present in the tip. Straining to speak, I asked in the little Russian I could speak. " I want to find the owner of this gun."
Before the man could argue I placed a white envelope on the counter, it contained quite a hefty sum of money. The man took it and glanced back at the handgun, it didn't take but a minute for the man's eyes to go wide. He did recognize the marks like I thought he would. He said something I wasn't sure of, probably a warning about little girls shouldn't be asking such questions. I simply stared at him, forced to repeat my last sentence. "I wish to find the owner."
The man looked at me apprehensibly once more. Only to walk to the back of his office, I half expected a trap. Though to this man's luck he returned with what was a map. Looking down he circled a patch of wooded area. No house, but apparently that was where this man was. I heard the man say something simple in English. "That man is dangerous." I couldn't help but grin, turning as I took the map. My lips forming a sly smile. "He had better be."
The door shut behind me with a simple jingle, Waving down a taxi pointing to the map, wanting to be dropped off in the area. The man was going to question me, but I placed enough money out in his direct eye view. He would just drive, giving me time to plan my tactics, I could almost sense my prey he would know true fear when I arrive. It seemed like fate was hinting this would be his death, white snow covering the roads and falling from the sky.
When I finally stepped out, I would begin my walk into the forest. There seemed to be a small trail, I bet that would lead me to where I was wanting to go. Moving through the forest I laid eyes on what must have been the largest log cabin I had ever seen. It was on the side of a cliff, A large deck resting over the cliff side. There was a black jeep in the driveway, so he was home, it was time. Moving to a spot I finally changed into my more comfortable attire. It just felt wrong killing when I wasn't wearing my Kunnoichi clothes.
Taking a little time to adjust my Ribbon I went to the front door. Peering in I noticed someone moving around, he seemed agitated. Good he was distracted, this allowed me a chance to jump up and slide into an open window. I noticed a small cot, was this his bedroom, no bed? There however was tons of weapons on the wall, from guns to knives. A gun magazine on the cot, so this was what he was interested in. Moving down the stairs I saw the man speaking on a phone.
Without a second thought I moved into view, using my simple corkscrew kick it sent the man flying out onto his wooden deck. Adding to my delight the glass shattered on contact when he hit the door. The shards falling all over the snowy wooden deck. My eyes locking to the man as I approached him. "You will pay for what you have done!" My japanese words were full of hate. Watching as the man would stand, I aimed a hand thrust to his neck.
To my suprise and dismay he must have expected it. Catching my wrist he twisted my arm, placing it in an elbow lock. I felt the shoulder bone begin to crackle, kicking his knee I tore away leaning against the wooden guard rail. I could see blood leaking down his cheeks from busted glass, his black t-shrit was soaked from wet snow. Military fatigues he must have not been home long, that fighting style what was it? Shifting my back to him, I readied for my next attack.
