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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 Four: Difficult Decisions
I inhaled unevenly, I didn't want to believe that it was really this time. One of us was going to die. If I was unable to defeat him and even if he still refused to kill me, my fate was sealed either way. I pulled the zipper of my purple body suit all the way up to my neck. I pulled on my boots and arm guards. Then I tied on the armor platelets that covered my upper arms. I looked up into the mirror but only for a second. It had been almost forty years since I last wore this outfit, my Manji clan suit and armor. I swallowed hard to try to get rid of the hallowed pain in my chest. I shed guilty tears as I covered my face with my fox mask. Yoshimitsu made it for me and gave it to me once I was old enough to go with him on missions.
"To a mischievous little fox." I read aloud and removed the wrapping paper. Inside the box was a beautifully crafted face-face mask. The parts to the face and other adornments were hand-crafted and painted. My heart fluttered a little when I picked it up. Underneath it was another note, I read it aloud as well "Your skills in stealth and fighting are almost as amazing as you are. With this final piece, I'm proud to inform you that you're now a full-fledged ninja. When you're ready, I'll be outside waiting on you." I smiled, tiny tears of happiness jerked at the corners of my eyes. I put the box down and tied the mask around my face. It fit so perfectly, as if it conformed to me. Also in the same way that I felt Yoshimitsu and I were meant to be.
"I hope you like it." He smiled thoughtfully, enjoying the sight of me wearing already.
I jumped in his arms, pulling it away from my face to kiss him. It had been close four years since I admitted my love for him, we'd grown even closer since then. Now other than close friends family rolled into one, we were also lovers. I could've never dreamed that I would be graced with such happiness; now though, it seems so distant. Making me feel like it was a dream after all, "Thank you, Yuki! I love it!" I kissed him more, "How did you get it to fit so perfectly?"
He smiled, tracing my facial features with his fingertips "I think and dream of you so often, I could see it being placed against your skin." Despite the fact that it was a little corny, the truthfulness in his words that day had to power to make me melt even now.
Almost a decade afterwards, however, the life as ninja heavily burdened us. Even though we had super-human abilities, we still had trouble keeping up with the fighting on our own. He started training new orphans like us. It infuriated me. I didn't know any other way to show him that then rebel.
"Yuki," I began.
"Kunimitsu?" he interrupted, he didn't want us using our real names anymore. He always interrupted me what I 'forgot'.
I exhaled angrily "Forgive me, Yoshimitsu." I added extra sarcastic tension on him 'name'. "It's been just the two of us twenty-four years…So why do we have to expand?"
"This is getting to be a lot-"
"I was fine before this-" I interrupted him, my hands were on my hips.
He cut me off again "Don't lie to me, Kunimitsu. You know damn well I could see the distress in your eyes. This is all I can do. I know you're stressed and I'm sorry that you're displeased with the changes but I'm tired of your belligerence."
I opened my mouth to further antagonize him but he cut me off again;
"I'm sorry." He turned his back to me.
My eyes filled with tears of hurt and rage. But most of all, betrayal. With that one simple motion, he shunned me. I ran back to our room. And through my fox mask against the wall, gathering what little belongings I had. Which, of course was really just my kunai. I turned back to the door, the mask I abandoned was upside down from my view. It appeared to be crying with me. I swallowed my pain again and picked it up. I ran away that night, determined to make him sorry for the way he treated me. Weeks pasted and my tiny spark of a hope that he'd come looking for me disappeared. I picked my pathetic self off the ground, and with my last ounce of pride I vowed he'd pay. One way or the other. I quickly became a member of the Mishima Corporation. Heihachi showed me the ropes of his doings, and despite the fact I knew he was an awful man, I somehow felt relieved that I no longer had to deal with Yoshiyuki's false hope that he could save the needy. That was always our biggest quarrel… My whole life I'd always felt that if you don't stick your neck out for anyone, then you're safe from doing yourself harm. No one else mattered but you and the ones that you loved.
Kunimitsu knelt to Kazuya, bowing her head. His office seemed unusually suffocating.
He malevolently laughed "Brilliant! Killing your old master with the very outfit that outlined your alliance, you're as cunning as you are beautiful. …Just as your name implies."
It took a few seconds to reply, my entire body struggled to move against the pain I felt "I'm happy you're so pleased with me, sir."
"Then don't let me down." He dismissed me.
She waited until he was gone before she I rose to her feet.
Just in case I didn't mention it earlier, "Kitsune" means fox, which is where the design of her mask comes from. Yoshiyuki roughly translates to "lucky snow", which doesn't have much to do with anything about him other than his ninja name "Yoshimitsu".