Authors Note: I am sorry for the lateness of this chapter, my job and life have been getting in the way. I hope all of you who read this like it.

Chapter 7

The longer I sat there the more fool I felt? Why was I bothering with sitting with this girl, she was going to be my death if given the chance. I would do the same when the option would come, maybe that was why I bothered. No, that was a lie and even I knew that. I saw something in her eyes it was a pain of being alone, I knew it all to well. Growing up knowing only war and death it left me with the same feelings, the only difference was I no longer gave a damn.

Ayane would rise from my side going to the bedroom, she probably wanted to shower. Something I felt like doing, but for now I would wait. Standing and walking toward the glass deck window I looked at random stars in the sky. Was it already that late? I guess when running for your life, or living in the moment you lose track of real time. I lifted my left arm and began to roll my shoulder, that ended in a blinding sharp pain sent crashing down my spine.

I felt my teeth grind, I must have dislocated it when Raidou slammed me into the ground. I just now began to feel it, probably because the adrenaline in my body had stopped pumping. I attempted to slide my shirt off using my right hand mostly, even if it was harder than it needed to be. In a final frustration I felt the cheap material tear my hand clutching what used to be the collar of the shirt. "Shit." My choice of words showed my growing annoyance, tossing the fragment of my shirt into the trashcan.

I lifted my left arm and noticed the now blackish purple bruise forming its tell tale sign of how bruised my ribs were. The redness on my shoulder showed where it was dislocated, looking around for something solid I decided it was a bad idea. Slamming your shoulder into these thin walls might put large holes in the wall and do little to relocate my shoulder. Walking onto the deck I looked down seeing the road, only to laugh a little, why not.

Without a second thought I would jump over the side, grasping the metal rail. The sudden drop would bring a light crack to my left shoulder. "Grah!" I let out a loud grunt the soreness setting in quickly while the bone grinded into its place. Forcing me to do several more pulls ups in an attempt to make sure it rest properly and try to work out some soreness. I thought I heard something, to my suprise as I rose up during a pull up I saw a vague sign of purple hair.

It seemed Ayane had been watching me, or at least it seemed that way. What did she want? Did I care, if I was willing to argue in my head I apparently did. Doing two more quick chin ups I felt my joint loosen up a little. Pulling myself back up, and stepping over the rail I moved toward the door. Only to shut it and move toward the door to the room, I had spent many nights in other countries. People would storm in through the door and if I was sleeping against it, at least I got a warning right?

I slid my hand down my thigh, lifting the edge of my pants leg, against my leg was a specially made graphite combat knife. I had this made to get through customs and security, I hardly ever had to use it, but perhaps today I should consider using it. Leaning down I plopped down against the door, my head bouncing a few times against it in thought. Would Donovans men hunt us down, I knew the answer even if I found myself asking it.

My eyes closing a little, I was exausted the fight with Raidou took it out of me. I barely heard Ayane when she said something about was I asleep. Obviously I was, then again she seemed to have something with her? She made tea? That was fine, I could enjoy a little right now. To my suprise she didn't wait on me to say anything instead pouring me a glass and taking a seat on her knees. I took a quick drink, the warm tea felt good against my sore throat. Mixing in with the rain and cold it seemed I would catch a cold soon, just something else to piss me off.

Setting the glass back down, I felt my eyes growing even more heavy, feeling them shut even before I could lean back against the door. I wonder if I had been asleep for an hour or just minutes, but I felt something touch my lips. My instincts came to life, my knife being shifted up, but instead of lashing out. I opened my eyes to see Ayane had taken it upon herself to kiss me. I probably should have shoved her away from me, yet I found myself doing the opposite. Just like I did when she was sitting on the couch.

My hand coming up to cup her cheek and stroke her gently. She smelled pretty, was that lotus? That was a flower I ran across by accident, I found it pleasant. Hearing Ayane say thank you, I had nothing else to say. This evening would finally begin to slow down right? A slight light would make me open my left eye, what was that? Shit... "Ayane! Move!" My voice boomed when I would push her to the side, the sound of a gun shattered the peaceful moment.

I felt the heat of the bullett graze by my cheek hitting the door behind me. My instincts taking over, kicking over the coffee table using it as a shield. Several more bulletts slamming into the wooden table. The wood splintering and dust flying into my face. The gunshots stopping only for the shattering of the balcony door. Several armed men in camo fatigues and armed with MP-5 sub machine guns. Without thinking I moved in to cut them off, slamming my knee into the first man's chest.

While he would bend over, I hooked my arm around his neck lifting up it severed the neck from the spinal column. Only to lift his body up by his head spinning the body tossing it into another man. Where did these guys come from, or was it better to ask why they were after both Ayane and I. A quick fire from one of the guns would graze my right thigh. "Grrrr." Slightly kneeling I would use my tank roll to get to the man's left side. Slamming my shoulder into the man's body, this would slam him through the wall into the open kitchen.

"Stay down or die." I warned the men hearing more bulletts being fired my way, during all of this I had lost track of Ayane. What was she doing, turning to look I recieved a blunt shot of a gunstock into my stomach.Spit rolling from my lip feeling the backhand from that brave soldier. Headbutting him would give me about six inches of space. Spinning around I locked my hands together and slammed my fist into his head sending that body flying through the air into a wall. This now opened up another room in the hotel. At least this gave more room to fight in.

I would hear several quick blows exchanged, looking and seeing Ayane using quick throat thrust to make a soldier back up. Then spinning and using her elbows to knock the man into the floor of the room. A quick spin of her body let her use that impressive corkscrew kick the body flying by me into another man. A grin now rested on my face. Raising my right hand up giving her a thumbs up. "Not bad girl." With those words the door to the room was kicked open I heard a humming sound only to follow with a motor sound. Several bulletts then flying into the room.

I took cover putting my hands over my head hearing the machine gun fire rip through the room, glancing over I noticed Ayane had jumped up into the corner of the room bracing against the corner of the roof and wall. The soldiers who had been in the room were now dead. There bodies falling with heavy thuds, the gunfire stopping. My body slowly rising, dusting myself off now seeing a set of men come in aiming guns toward my head. The red light directly resting on my forehead. I would just raise my arms up, "You got me Ichov, now what?" I said this with such a sarcastic tone. My eyes noticing the man in front beginning to squeeze the trigger, he was going to kill me it ends here for me, fitting I would die by a gun.