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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 5: As Fate Would Have It
As her helicopter flew closer and closer to the Manji clan's dwelling, her head was flooded with memories and random trivialities. But they always seemed to lead back to the current situation; it was either him or her this time. She knew what had to happen, she had to fight harder than she ever had before. He had to be just another enemy in her mind, or he'd run away like he always did. She knew that even though he was immensely more powerful than she was, he would never use his full capabilities until she made a serious threat to his life. The sun emerged from the snow and clouds, the light glimmered off her kunai 'You're as cunning as you are beautiful. …Just as your name implies.' She grimaced at the thoughts of Kazuya's final words to her. That man was the most malevolent, vile person she'd ever met in her entire life. She'd always felt that a person as such had no rights to exist. If she were to live after the encounter with Yoshimitsu, despite the fact it'd be a difficult feat, she'd slay Kazuya afterwards. Her mind slowly slipped. . .
A bloody cloth bag rolled to his feet, the sound of metal and marble floors slashed through the silent air as she dropped Yoshimitsu's katana on the floor.
His chuckle quickly grew to a destructive laugh as he knelt to peer inside "You've done well. Your loyalty to the Corporation has been undeniably righteous."
She distastefully smirked, "You have no idea." She jumped into the air towards him, unsheathing her kunai.
As she came down, Kazuya grabbed her hands, the tip of the blade was an inch from his face "What is the meaning of this treachery?! Have you gone mad?!"
Kunimitsu placed her feet on his chest "For the first time, I've been cured from my insanity." She used her footing as momentum to flip backwards out of his grip. She landed neatly in a crouch, and then rose gracefully aiming the kunai at him.
Kazuya clenched his fists; he knew that even though he could kill her, he would become injured doing so. He turned and ran to his intercom "The ninja has turned on us! Breach in my office, all gunmen report-"
She cut the cord before he could finish his sentence. "All the forces of hell couldn't save you from your fate."
He tried to move away as her kunai came down on him and it only grazed his shoulder, he let out a loud cry of agony.
The thickly reinforced door came crashing down. Three soldiers followed single filed immediately after.
"Play time already?" Kunimitsu smiled amusedly.
Kazuya made a run for the door "Kill her!"
"Where do you think you're going?" she threw her kunai and it cut through his shoe and into his heel, severing his posterior talofibular*, crippling him "I'm not done with you yet." She ran passed him, seizing Yoshimitsu's katana.
Every bullet the men fired at her missed almost as if she were a ghost. She flipped over the first man, and then simultaneously kicking the second one while stabbing the third one in the gut. He fell to the ground. The second man fell onto the first for support. Kunimitsu spun the katana around in her hand, ready to kill the last two.
"Aghhh!" the first man screamed, throwing the second at her and fired.
Kunimitsu clutched the second man's 'bullet proof' vest and used him to shield herself. Once she felt the man's dead weight, she flipped over the corpse and the sporadically rifle firing man and effortlessly decapitated him.
Kazuya growled, dislodging the kunai from himself and sloppily threw it at her.
She swiftly spun the katana around, when the kunai connected with it; it flew in the opposite direction. "Like I said; hell can't stop me."
Kazuya stood to his feet, ignoring the pain. He knew he had no choice but to fight until reinforcements came.
"I hope you're not too out of practice, I'm sure hiding behind your 'elite' forces has made you quite comfortable." She leapt forward, discarding the katana.
He punched her in the jaw and her mask hit the ground.
She smiled, glancing down at it "I guess you do have some fight left in you, old man." She rubbed her jaw "Since I was augmented, no one but Yoshimitsu has been able to land a hit on me. Let's see if you can do it again."
Kazuya grimaced, and sung a few more, powerful punches at her. Some of them connecting, others weren't so lucky. The last one knocked her off balance. This was his chance, he spun around on his good foot, lightening emitting from him.
Kunimitsu back out of the way, most of the impact was missed. She quickly shook the disorientation away and stood to her feet again.
Kazuya spun around with his bad leg raised to kick her in the head, not knowing Kunimitsu had anticipated this.
She dropped her knees and kicked his knee, breaking his leg. "This has been fun, but I think the other back up will be arriving soon. I guess your usefulness is at it's end."
"Stop! You're going to pay for this!" he spat.
"I doubt it." She retrieved the katana, "There's nothing left for me here. I'll be joining you soon enough." She shoved the blade into his neck, slicing through his head. She walked over to the glass wall that led outside. She threw his office chair into it, causing it to shatter into millions of pieces. It was an extremely long drop, there were hundreds of floors to the building but she'd never looked down it before. She shirted her footing a little, the fragments of glass cracked underneath her feet. Guns cocking broke the silence.
Seven men stood at the entrance, flabbergasted. Switching glances between the ninja woman and the carnage she created. They froze like statues at the sight of the fallen owner of Mishima corp.
Kunimitsu took a backwards step towards the edge of the window.
"Don't take another step!" One of the men stuttered as he readied his weapon, "You're not getting away with this!"
Kunimitsu smiled "I don't intend to." She spread her arms to her sides and fell backwards as the soldiers opened fire. Bullets sprayed sporadically, punching new holes into the other parts of the window.
Kunimitsu opened her eyes, content with the way it will end. She jumped from the helicopter. She ran through the snow-covered landscape, dodging small brush and branches on her way. Yoshimitsu would be practicing about this time, away from the vigilant eyes of his comrades.
She skid to a stop as she reached his clearing, her heart raced so fast it looked like it could explode at any moment. There he was, standing still, just staring at her.
"I could hear you almost as well as a child could hear an air plane flying over his house." He said shallowly.
"Then why didn't you cut me down when you had the chance?" she glanced behind him, the stone steps and dojo looked like they'd been cared for well despite the fact they were rather old.
"Where's the fun in that?" The way he shouldered his katana, to her, suggested that he was smirking smugly. "Honestly, I didn't think Mishima would send you alone after me."
She grinned under her mask "I am too. After all the times you slipped away? This is my last chance."
"Says who?" he asked dryly.
"Him." She retorted 'Bingo. Now he knows he can't run this time.' She thought to herself.
"It would appear that this is the end." he said bitterly, preparing his sword.
'Not really the reaction I was hoping for but it got the point across.' She raised her kunai. She rushed him, the depth of the snow just barely slowed her down.
He flipped over her swinging his katana.
She felt the contact and staggered. Her left arm plate shattered in two , so she spat "Nothing but luck."
"You know as well as anyone there's no such thing as luck in the life of a ninja." He raised his sword again.
She glared under the mask, and leapt forward and stuck his armor repeatedly; sparks fluttered across it "It makes it even easier to kill you knowing you're not even human anymore."
His only reply was striking her face with the blade.
She recoiled for a moment, and touched her now exposed face. She felt a small amount of blood on her cheek "And yet you still try to convince me that you're not out of practice."
"I'll show you 'out of practice'." He rushed her, even though she was ready for him.
She met his challenge, sprinting as fast as her legs allowed. Yoshimitsu seemingly multiplied into ten of himself. She didn't know where to attack. Even though she knew there was no way she'd survive, she slashed and stabbed every-which way she was able.
Once they passed each other, they abruptly stopped. Kunimitsu checked herself, and she was fine. She turned around.
Yoshimitsu fell limply to the ground.
Panic surged through her, she ran to his side, dropping down beside him to roll him over. It seemed easy to her, how'd it become so hard now?
"Take off my helmet. I need to see your face one last time."
"But you'll die!" her eyes filled to the brim with tears.
"This…" he could her eyes growing big from worry "isn't Star Wars."
She half-heartedly giggled "It's good to see you still have your sense of humor." She unlatched his helmet and carefully peeled it away. She gasped, she knew she shouldn't have been too surprised that he looked the exact same as he did almost seventy-one years ago.
His hand unsteadily reached for her face "It's good to see you're still naïve."
"You staged the whole thing?" she asked unevenly.
He smiled "I was always content knowing that you were alive and happy. It was you or me. This was the obvious choice for me."
"You're such a jerk." Her voice broke as the tears spilled over.
"I told you-"
She interrupted him, finishing his sentence "I love you and won't let anyone hurt you." She brushed the blond strands from his sapphire eyes. "I-I'm so sorry."
He weakly gripped her arm when she picked up his katana "Not this again. You can live without me. You've done fine so far."
"Shut up! My life has been hell since I left!" she snatched her arm away "I missed you more than anything, I'm not doing it anymore!"
"Then why'd you leave in the first place?" blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
She covered her face, resting her head on his armored chest.
"Kuni-?" he rubbed her head.
"I –I don't know-" she bawled, "I always thought it was because I hated you for rejecting me."
"I never wanted you to feel like that." His arm began to feel heavy. "I was only trying to help you... Forgive me, Kitsune."
The sound of him saying her name rang through her ears, "No-no, Yoshiyuki?!"
He didn't respond.
She beat on his chest, "It shouldn't have been this way…" she gripped the katana blade and slowly brought it to her chest. The pain in her heart was nearly crippling, she knew now she'd never be able to make it all the way back to the Mishima corp. to rid of Kazuya. She was obviously distraught, they'd never let her into the building.
Blood dripped from her hands, she slowly pulled the blade into her chest. It almost seemed to alleviate the hurt. She gasped when she quickly shoved the blade all the way through. Kunimitsu yanked it back out, the repeated three more times until her hands started shaking from the blood loss. She collapsed on top of him, reaching for his hand. The snow around them was soaked in blood, the snow that fell on them felt like tiny daggers stabbing her all over. "You'll never feel pain again…" She looked at Yoshimitsu's paled skin and pressed her lips to his 'or anything else.' Her body soon grew numb and her vision blurred. She could feel her life melting away, in the same way the snow eventually will.
* The posterior talofibular is a ligament that's in the back of your heel. If its cut, it makes most (if not all) people unable to walk and it's probably unbearably painful.
The clip when Yoshimitsu tells her to remove his helmet and she says "but you'll die", is from Return of the Jedi. I thought it'd be funny (in a sense) to throw in there.
Here's a picture I drew of Kunimitsu during her fight with Yoshimitsu. I took a picture of the drawing with my phone, added a few snowflakes, and wrote her name and my name on it as well (Out of boredom). .com/art/Kunimitsu-144045637