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Note: Okay, this was my first fan fiction… I wrote it when I was thirteen or fourteen. I found the story in an old notebook at my parent's house. It being my first, it's very precious to me. So please read and review, critical comments are welcome as long as they are constructive and will help me fix anything that sucks :/. Thanks!

Chapter 3: Close Call

I awoke sometime later to the sound of gunfire and explosions. I quickly threw on shirt and pair of track pants. Retrieved my Shinobi mask and kunai, then fled out the door. There were scattered bodies strewn throughout the corridors. Most were ours… the rest were Manji ninja. I ran as fast as I could towards the laboratory where Boskonovitch was being held. I took a sharp left to cut through the maze-like hallways, my bare feet slipping on the bloodied floor.

I burst into the room. I stopped in my tracks, frozen stiff. Boskonovitch was gone, and Yoshimitsu was fighting Kazuya. Kazuya seemed to be losing, even if he was an extremely capable fighter, he was much older now and most likely didn't possess the stamina to go any further. He managed to strike Yoshimitsu with the lightening corkscrew up cut, bloodying his own knuckles. Kazuya turned and looked at me "Finish him. Now." He threw his torn dress-jacket on the floor and left the room.

Yoshimitsu quickly recovered, standing to his feet. He looked so much different than he did the last time I him, he appeared less human. This, I suppose, should make it easier for me to defeat him.

I readied my kunai, happy at the fact he couldn't see my face behind my mask. It would've told him my heart was breaking in two.

"My fight is not with you, it is with Mishima." His voice was different, almost mechanical. The wings on his back started to flutter and his feet lifted off the ground.

I couldn't let him escape, Kazuya would have my head for letting it happen again. I ran and jumped on a near-by computer desk then jump upward at a wall, using its solid surface to force me higher into the air. I connected with him, the force sent us both crashing to the ground. We skid across the floor a few feet apart. Luckily I was always little quicker or he might've gotten away from me. I sat on his chest, pushing all my weight on him. Kunai at the gap between his armor "You'll have to kill me before you get to them." I shoved the blade forward when he moved slightly.

"If we're both willing to die, then you must know the outcome of this." He gripped his sword.

I winced under my mask, sucking down my broken heart and nodded slightly "You will die here today, Yoshimitsu."

He slammed his feet on the ground, hurtling me face first into a few chairs. They snapped under the collision, one of the legs pierced into my side. I couched in pain as I pulled it out. Dropping it at my side as I rose to my feet.

"You still haven't learned that lack of control over your haste will lead to your demise." He raised his sword.

"This is nothing!" I scowled, charging him with my kunai aimed at him. He charged me as well. Suddenly, he shifted into a dozen, I was couldn't tell who was the real one. I felt his blade cut into me. I had been beaten. But it was alright with me because I didn't think I had it in me to kill him. Despite what he's become, he will always be Yoshiyuki. I fall to the ground with hard crash, content to the way it has ended.

"You really need to be more careful, your bullheaded ways will get you killed some day." He used to tell me when I was younger, I still find it amusing how hard it is to break old habits.

The day I joined Yoshiyuki in his immortality, I was twenty-five years old. Two years younger than the age he stopped aging at.

"Kitsune," his blue eyes were mauled by tears of worry.

"Nnn…" I look around me, I'm back in Boskonovitch's laboratory. I'm in immense pain and can't breathe. "what…" I try to catch my breath "happen-"

"The rogue ninja you fought was too powerful, he almost killed you." He hung his head for a moment, "I'm so sorry, Kitsune, it was all we could do."

I panicked on the inside, immediately thinking they had to reconstruct me in the same manner Boskonovitch did to him. I check my body for metal limbs, plates, anything.

"No, not that." He took my hand into his, looking into my eyes.

"Your cell modification is newer than that of Yoshimitsu, therefore, you're nearly super-human." He looked over his graphs, pushing his glasses up higher onto his face.

I didn't know what to say, "What do you mean…'superhuman'?"

"Like Yoshimitsu, all of your cells have a high turn-over rate than normal humans. Also your organs do the same thing, similar to the way women menstruate to have new healthy egg sacks for potential offspring, everything in and about your body regenerates. The difference between you and Yoshimitsu, however, is that if Yoshimitsu is mortally wounded it will take several days to heal. You on the other hand, same wound, would take a matter of hours."

My mouth dropped open "Are you serious?" I looked at Yoshimitsu, whom didn't look amused as I did "Is there bad news too?"

He swallowed hard, "Yes, you understand the rate that your body regenerates at, it's too quick for a living organism to inhabit."

I thought about it for a minute, well, for a few minutes. "You mean that I'll never be able to bear children?"

He dropped his head low, against my hand "I'm sorry."

I removed my hand and ran it through Yoshimitsu's long blond hair. . . .Silently crying with him.

When I came to, I was hooked up to an I.V., the infirmary doctor hovered over me, astonished expression as he removed the cord from my body.

"That was utterly amazing! Never in my life have I seen someone heal as quickly as you."

"Ugh," I rubbed my aching head and grimaced "yeah, yeah, yay for me." I got up and changed back into my clothes. 'That bastard,' I thought to myself, 'he tricked me again!' I was beginning to feel like Yoshimitsu liked finding new ways to piss me off. At least I didn't have to kill him.

Kazuya ran into me in the halls, I didn't notice him until he slammed me against a wall. "Listen, girl, I've grown tired of your shit." He grabbed me by the throat, raising me up until my feet left the ground "You've been working here for forty-five years. That's a damn long time not to have defeated that Manji-scum. You have until tomorrow to annihilate him or I will personally see to it that you're destroyed."

Okay, I hope none of you noticed, but just in case you did, I'm terribly sorry for the previous chapters. I thought doctor Boskonovitch's name had a "r" after the "b". Anyway, I fixed it in this chapter and again I am really, really sorry!