AN: Thank you guys for reviews and I love hearing from y'all with any new ideas you might want to see in future stories. I'm watching Ninja Assassin again and I was thinking about doing a Mika/Raizo/Kiriko triangle which would turn into a threesome later on. Anyone interested in something like that? I know a little femslash could always spice things up and both girls double timing Raizo would be smoking too. I'm now on vacation so I got time to write. Which is very good. I'm going to do another series of one-shots that are nothing but PWP. Yep, straight up freaky lemons. What can I say, Rain(bi) makes me think very bad things. ;) I hope y'all will enjoy those. Those one-shots will be coming soon. Now, on with the fic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing which is a damn shame because if I did, Ninja Assassin 2 would be in the works and Mika and Raizo would go at it like rabbits.

The Hip Hopera of Raizo and Mika

Hips of a Goddess

Razio started to get out the car when he looked back at Mika to confirm her size.

"You're a size 36," the ninja stated bluntly.

"What! No, I'm a size 34," Mika lied, rolling her pretty brown eyes. Her face heated up when her face scrunched as she glared at Raizo for nailing her actual size on the head. Sure she was a size 36 but that wasn't Raizo's damn business. Didn't he know it was rude to ask or even talk about a woman's size?

Mika was calling the loner ninja all kinds of rude piggish bastards in her head when she snapped back into reality by what he said next.

"If you leave the car when I'm gone, they will hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand?"

Mika nodded her head and stared straight ahead when Raizo got out the car. He may be protecting her by saving her from blood thirsty psycho ninjas but she still thought he was rude.

~~ Motel ~~

After checking into the motel the duo went to the second story and stepped into the room. The two started to get things situated in the one bed motel room. Raizo crossed the cramped threshold of the intimate size room into the bathroom. Mika could hear the shower start. The ninja came out the bathroom with a black garbage bag.

"Get undress," he ordered. Mika was about to open her mouth and protest when he kept continuing what he had to say.

"Shower but don't use soap. Do you smoke?"

She shook her head negative.

"Put your cloths in here," Raizo handed her the bag.

Mika scurried into the bathroom and closed the door, creating a barrier between her and the stoic ninja. She stripped of her cloths and tenderly climbed into the shower stall, trying to not think of the more questionable things that might have gone on in it before they checked into the room. The water was warm and felt good washing over tense body. She stuck her head directly under the stream and let the water create a stream down her collar bone, between her pert breasts , pooling into her naval then finally between her brick house thighs.

After showering she stepped out the shower and picked up the clothes she was supposed to put on. She noticed he didn't pick out no under garments which she was thankful for. She probably couldn't handle it if he picked her underwear out too. She slipped on the shirt and crouched down to pick up the pants.

"Shit," Mika cursed.

Her mind went back to the pants Raizo got her. 'They were a size 34. They were the wrong damn size. I'm a freaking size 36. It was his fault for making her lie. No, let me stop. It's my own damn fault for being so damn sensitive about my own size. Having child bearing hips were not that bad but damn it. Now I got to squeeze into these damn pants to save face' Mika steamed in her mind.

The researcher looked down at her hips and pinched a bit of fat on her left one. She knew that she was tinier and petite for the average African American female but that she got her wide hips from the black side of her family. Her family and friends used to call her Olive Oyl and skinny mini when she was little and had none existent curves. She finally grew into her body and developed curves in all the right places. She was proud of her curves. The men at construction sites would cat call and wolf whistle at her when she jogs by in her track shorts. But like any other woman, she was still sensitive about her size and saying it out loud so everyone knew it.

"Fuck it, let's see if these bad boys fit," Mika muttered to herself. They were shinny jeans so she definitely can't put panties on with them unless they were a thong. Mika pulled the pants up her toned thighs and passed her lushes hips. As she hopped and pulled the clasps of her pants shut, she yanked the door open to see Raizo lighting a cigarette.

"These pants are a little tight," Mika sniped pulling the zipper up.

"You said you were a size 34," Raizo smirked. He tried to hold back a laugh. He had heard every mutter, curse, and struggle to fit into the jeans with his hyper sensitive hearing.

'Asshole' Mika cursed in her mind. "Well, you know... German sizes must run a little small," Mika retorted. She watched as Raizo swaggered up to her blowing a bellow of smoke out his mouth. She watched the muscles under his cloth ripple and coil with every movement he makes. She flinches as he moved the cigarette around her head.

"That's for our scent right?"

The ninja nodded. "Let's go," moving his hand to encircle her waist and maneuver her out the room. Mika didn't notice as Raizo positioned himself to be right behind so he could follow her.

'The jeans are hugging and pinching her hips a little too tightly. Might make it harder for her to run or move faster in order to escape. I will never understand women and their need to lie about their size. Oh Mika… You should realize that you are beautiful the way you are. You're a goddess,' Raizo mused to himself as watched the sway and switch in Mika's hips.

The End.

AN: Taa-Daa! Another one-shot down. Not my best work but I think I'm getting better. I hope y'all like this fic. I'm working the multi chapter fic and the lemons so it might be a week or two until the next update. And I will also be working on a short story about the show Justified. I hope my fics are inspiring people to think about writing their on fanfics also. There can never be enough Ninja Assassin fanfiction. Y'all hear me? And R&R dang it! I need ideas and suggestions on what y'all want to read. The more y'all suggest to me, the faster I write. See y'all next time. Later!

Next one shot: 'Good' Hair

Summary: Where Raizo explores Mika's bathroom cabinets and learns the wonders of a flat-iron, super hold hair spray, and hair grease.