Raiha

[color=royalblue]She turns and looks out, Over the bay, With the bright lights, So very far away. And she laughs and sighs, Because she won't, Be going back again, No not this time. Enough of joy and harmony, With other humans, All she really wants, Is quiet comforting peace. That which is so rare, To grace her, In this day and, In this busy time.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She looked up, her eyes flashing red and gold, then she rotated her wrist easily, her blade moving in a tight frontal spin. His kodachi glanced off it harmlessly and she used the momentum to leap back, and then forwards again, blade swinging in a tight circle around her body. He raised his right katana to block it, only to see her suddenly change in midswing and slice against his left side. She didn't cut him deep, but from the way she pulled the blade from him and spin away ....obviously denoted her lack of interest in killing him. That and she was smiling ever so gently. He could almost hear her soft laughter at the restauraunt where she had so completely unnerved him. It had been drawn and he knew it. Sayuri Okimura did a swift sutenu and landed in the side splits. He kicked out at her and she responded with what looked like a back scorpion kick. Instead of raising her sword, she planted both hands on the sides of her outstretched leg and slid her splits backwards. Her back leg then flicked up and out and knocked his own leg aside. Then, using the same motion, she rolled forwards and stood. She rose onto her toes, perfect relevé, and drew the sword across the length of her oustretched left arm and her bare chest.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]He waited patiently for her to move. The bloodsword was resting on the concrete, and she wasn't moving. The only real movement was her chest rising up and down. He steeled himself, and she took that oppertunity to attack. In one smooth motion, she drew her blade up from the floor, whirled around to uncross her legs, and swished her sword into a traditional fighting stance. Her legs were slightly bent, but not parallel to the floor. Her torso was leaning forward and her sword was held up in her right fist, by her ear. He sniffed, and the blood dripped down. It's scent was both metallic and slightly sweet. From her palm he could see crimson flush against her pale skin.[/i] "A bloodsword." "....by agony, do we gain strength." [i]She grinned and waited. And so did he. The two stared at eachother once more, only this time he did not make the mistake of making eye contact. Finally, a single drop of her blood hit the floor and she attacked.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]Satell sighed and sat down with Tex. The two were in the messhall, and for their own safety, had locked the door. Satell sealed it with a code and the two were resting at the tabletop. Tex's hands weren't shaking anymore, she was instead drinking a cup of warm tea, and sitting still. Satell was sitting on the counter like before, very calm, very collected, seemingly at peace. She rested her eyes.[/i] "Thank you Satell." "You are welcome. I would do it again." "How did you do that?" "Do what?" "Pick him up and throw him into the wall .....he's so much bigger than you." [i]Satell looked confused for a few seconds, then her brow cleared and she smiled gently.[/i] "I've been working out." [i]Tex shrugged and looked back at the steaming cup of tea.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Satell screamed with fury and charged. She had heard Tex's scream long before anyone else and left Van instantly. He looked at her run, and didn't even stand. The look in her eyes was one of both mingled rage and worry. She slamed open the doors and jerked Sam off Tex then screamed in his face. He shouted back and she felt something snap. With her right palm she hauled back and slammed it into his nose, breaking it. He felt the blood pouring down but didn't do a thing. Instead he charged again. This time, with a strength neither Tex nor Satell knew she posessed, she picked him up and rammed him into one of the lockers. It didn't give, and neither did Sam's head. He sank to the floor, bleeding profusely, a fresh red mark on his face, and a huge lump on his skull. Tex was sobbing, wrapped in a towel, still soaking wet. With both sweat, blood and water. Satell rose shakily to her feet, and reached out to Tex.[/i] "Come on, he'll be fine." "Did you..?" "I just knocked him out." "....where did....?" "I...." [i]Satell shook her head slightly, then smiled and shrugged.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She slowly inhaled, then exhaled again. Her entire body was warm, warmer than usual, perhaps it was the excitement. She knew he was coming. The hour was swiftly approaching. When he would finally appear and either speak calmly with her, or perhaps fight her. If she had read the body language right, and she had, Terran was beaten by him. Otherwise she would not hear the nice scary sounds of footsteps headed in her general direction. Tap. ....tap. .....tap.... ... .. ......... The door opened and she did not look up. Her eyes were resting calmly on the bloodsword stretched out before her. She was barefoot, bare chested, and her hair was pulled neatly back into a fine toothed comb. Instead of gazing upon the intruder, who was Gen, she merely breathed once more. He was still far away, and he was breathing slightly harder than usual. The scent of blood was still fresh on him, and this didn't make her look up..... ...it was only when he raised his voice that she bothered to lift her eyes.[/i] "I'm here." "......obviously. ....I hope you didn't kill my right hand girl." "She's fine." "And you?" "I'm fine." [i]Her laughter was soft and gentle.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]The sheets slide away, Very very slowly now, And without letting her be revealed, They stop just short of the prize. She raises herself up, Onto her elbows, Her body pouring out upon the blankets, And her eyes smiling up at you. Knees growing weak, Body shutting down, And as she slides down into oblivion, You realize that she must have been real.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She took him in her arms, the two of them sitting on the couch in the office. Van closed his eyes, and she quietly rocked him back and forth as a mother would. He felt safe, for the first time in years, and even as he let the grief pour out of his body, he felt a sort of peace come flooding in. She smiled gently and raised his head up when the wracking sobs had abated. Her hand rested on the side of his cheek, her other around the back of his head. He looked at her in surprise. Was she going to speak? ....apparently she was.[/i] "You don't have to beat yourself up for this anymore. It is over....is it not?" "...I'm still fucking suicidal over it.... ...it's why I've worked so hard..." "And now you can let it go. There was nothing you could've done but die with the ship. And now that you're here, you can live your life and not be weighed down." [i]He looked at her with a lessening ammount of shock. For a young female, half his age, she showed an extrordinary ammount of good sense and insight.[/i] "...go and be as the butterfly." [i]Her smiled lit up the room and she held him in her arms once more.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She sat at the edge of the truck and looked out over the fort before disembarking. She was back in her fatigues, thick hiking boots, and light khaki shirt. Matt's orders were interesting. Comb the fort. Infiltrate. Maybe hack into a computer system. She jumped up and down inwardly. Bailey gave her the odd eye, which she ignored. In her headpice she could hear that Karen had been retrieved, and was slightly insane. Still chuckling, she walked through the halls of the fort, moving quietly, almost silently. The only sound was her faint breathing and her boots brushing ever so softly against the dusty floor. A few guard were sitting in what was obviously a break room. She leaned against the wall, drew open her canteen bag, which doubled as a grenade bag, and drew out a single flash grenade. With practiced ease, she slid out the pin, then held it in her hands for a few seconds, then tossed it over her shoulder into the room. Chaos broke out. She laughed insanely and charged in, knives out and swinging. She caught two in the face, on opposite sides of her, then leapt upwards and planted both her feet in the face of yet another guard. They dropped like stricken oxen and she laughed once more. Then she stood still in the room of fallen "heros" and looked around. None of them were wearing radios, but all of them had weapons. These she quietly removed, and placed in her bag. Next she turned on the nearest computer, and logged in. "Ah, instant gratification." With sure keystrokes she bypassed Windows and breezed straight into DOS. "........ah yes, read it and weep you pathetic human hackers...you do the low end, I do the high end. Take the back door I'll take the invisible door....."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She inhaled through her nose, and out her mouth. Slowly. Quietly. Steadily. Not worrying about anything else around her, nor the impending fight. She was sitting very still in a cross-legged position, clad only in slacks. Her blade was resting in front of her, far from her hands, but only to far away people. She knew from years of experience that it was really only a snatch away. Lean forward, keeping the torso straight, and stretch out the hand. The fingers will grasp the weapon easily and tuck themselves into the handle. Then draw it back up and curl your legs around and stand up straight. She didn't practice. She merely envisioned herself doing it. With her bloodsword, she could not use it until a real battle. Before it, she practiced with a normal sword of equal size, weight, and balance. The bloodsword was for life and death alone. ...hence bloodsword. And the prongs in the handle. Her uncle had made the blade to teach her a lesson. That with pain, sometimes self induced, strength can be formed. And to use the strength the right way will lead to power. ....it was this power that she did not crave. The the stability it brought her. She knew her uncle was addicted to power. But not overly so. ...he knew the axion, "Absolute power corrupts absolutely." Which was why he stayed in the club and never upscaled.....and why she was content to stay his niece and not be his daughter.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She laughed to herself and let the door swing open. It clanged shut behind her and she dropped the key into the black box. It locked itself and she redid the password with her palm. Then she turned and turned on the lights. The storeroom was huge. Covered with rows and rows of shelves. Pallets, and boxes. Wrapped in plastic here and there, covered with dust, others in biohazard stickers. She smiled and removed her shoes, and then her shirt, and then her knife. She laid everything out religiously and then began to polish her knife with a rag and the oil bottle in the desk drawer........ ......back and forth. Very slowly. Until it sparkled and shimmered. Then she drew it along the stone floor. It made a thin scratch. She smiled and set it down. She reached into the desk drawers again and pulled out her prized weapon. A simple bloodsword. Long and thin, with a three quarter blood channel, a long handle for either double or single grip, and of course, prongs in the handle itself, to sink into the palm. Her own weapon, forged for her, a gift from her uncle. That through pain she might find strength. She picked it up, and twirled it in one hand, then set it down again. With slow steps, she moved out onto the open floor and crossed her legs, and sank down into a sitting position.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"Well.....I must wait for a day.... ....my goddess owes me a message within the next few hours. ...and I'll need to talk to a friend of mine before I leave....but yes. I wouldn't mind travelling with you." "Friend?" "She's a demonic sort of creature. But her proper name is Panthera Eremus. She's what you would call my right hand.....beast." "She'll sub for you while we wander?" "You could say that." [i]She grinned and sat up, stretching her body luxuriously. He eyed her. She was in a semi transitional form, hybrid, very sexy. If you were into the half cat half humanoid type. She purred low in her throat and whisked her tail. Then, all the magical lights in her cavern went out and the waterfall's noise stopped. Time seemed to slow and Rena slowly held her hands out. A small bird magicked itself into reality and rested in her palms. It twitteread at her and she purred back. Then it chirruped and dissapeared. She smiled and blinked. Time went back to normal.[/i] "Ah, I am summoned. Perfect." "By your...goddess?" "The one in the same. She asks me to come visit her and bring someone special. I suppose she thinks its' time for me to present a suitable mate of some sort...." [i]He gave her an odd look. And she laughed.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled to herself and leaned against her uncle's knee. He stroked her hair, strangely reminiscent of the master dog relationship. That was, until, she stood, letting his hand drag down her entire body. Partway down, she felt him slip something into her back pocket. She smiled at him and leaned over his desk.[/i] "Thank you." "Of course my dear Sayuri." [i]He held his hand for a momment, then brushed his lips against the inside of her wrist. She smiled and let him drop her hand again. She turned her head and he dismissed her. Without another word, she exited the office and headed back downstairs. The letter was in her pocket. He didn't like talking much, so he resorted to letters and the like. She took it out downstairs and read it silently.[/i] "My dear adopted niece: Tonight, if you read this, you are alive. Now go, and talk to Gen. He will see you in the storehouse. And I want you to go to our base and meet him there." [i]She didn't flinch, or show any surprise. He did everything for a reason. So she obeyed.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]In her wings, We can see something reflected, Something deadly, But so pleasing to the eye. The largest of them all, Is the Sistren's leader, The Fae of control, With domination over all the others. Inside her wings, The illusion is a reflection, Of every female that is hers, And sometimes when the moon shimmers. We can see who is what, Where they're going, And how they came to be, Trapped within the boundaries of control.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She kept her head down while she spoke to him, still on her hands and knees.[/i] "Hatsurokin attempted to buy the twins, then became rough and attacked both Terrans an and Mitsuko san. As requested both Gen and I came to their aid. No Yakuza were slain in the fight. All of Gen's men are dead." [i]She bowed her head once more, signifying that she was finished. Her uncle looked down at her, then let his gaze spill over to Terran and Mitsuko. Then his eyes came to rest on Hatsurokin's pathetic form.[/i] "And what...do you propose we do with this piece of .....flesh?" [i]His answer was a general question, and Terran stood to answer.[/i] "I propose we let him pine away in the holding cells until something new happens." "Like....?" "Another war breaks out." [i]He smiled thinly and nodded.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The demon roared with laughter and flitted away. Deep in the cavern of the Nightmare Realm...which was actually just a natural hole in space, that overlooked the world beneath it with great pleasure. .....Actually it was the being within the hole that had great pleasure. From his place, He could see all, feel all, and manipulate much. Ochkick Haddah was huge, terrifying, and a master of all he had domination over. He was the Lord of Nightmares, and he lived up to the description. His face was that of a huge lion, hair a mass of writhing snakes forming flames, twisting around each other and licking themselves against each other. The rest of his body resembled an Asura's in size and girth...but for all his brute strenght, his fingers were long and tapered, with nails of terrifying size. The creature gave off a sense of grace, and sinister power, that which was to be feared for cleverness, not his ower. Suddenly, He felt a great rush of power and welcomed back the demon of Trickery into his realm. The demon swirled around Ochkik's hand and melted back into his body.[/i] "....instill the fear...very good." "Fear by doubt." [i]He spread out his palm over his own version of the Web and tweaked a strand. The Monks in the Monestary of the Faceless God shivered as a thunderstorm broke out over their heads. The Father superior shivered as well, for the candle flickered ever so slightly, and the bell seemed to dim as well. The book's words faded just a little, and he began to doubt.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]She followed him silently. Nobu and the other bouncers picked up the fallen Hatsurokin and hauled him up the stairs. Terran and Mitsuko followed calmly. All three women moved the same way. Upper bodies kept perfectly still, legs and hips moving only as much as necessary to cover ground. The guards were perfectly still as they left, partially out of surprise, partially out of respect. Gen turned and left. Obviously, his job here was complete. ....here. ...for now. Sayuri Okimura smiled as her uncle entered his office and sat down at his desk. She followed and knelt at his right hand, her fingers spread delicately on her knees, head held high. The bouncers shoved Hatsurokin's inert form into an armchair, searched him, and found nothing. They shrugged and left. Terran and Mitsuko sat in the offered chairs and waited patiently for Hatsurokin to come around. Sayuri smiled softly, then felt her uncle's hand descend onto her shoulders. She rose up from a sitting kneel and placed a gun, two knives, a vial of mercury, and two cynaide capsules on the desk. Hatsurokin had carried a small arsenel in his pockets... key word being "had."[/i] "Excellent work Lidan-chan." [i]She blushed at his rare compliment and sank back to sit on her thighs. He was proud of her, that much was obvious. But really, it was kind of embarassing.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]She is hooded, Wearing jeans, Zip up sweatshirt, Beannie over her head. Barcode on her stomach, Spiked up hair, Gauntlet of silver, Body of strength. Eyes of seagreen, Body of rose cream, Right hand transformed, To the strength to tear. To rip. To maul. To shred. To give me a reason to fear you.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her expression was blissfully calm, free of worry. He stared into her eyes, and saw his own reflection. Then she blinked and he saw her own eyes once more. She leaned over and put her hand on his cheek.[/i] "I am fine.... ...I worry more about you." [i]Her tone was gentle and smooth, and he could see from her body language that the words she spoke were the gospel truth.[/i] "I'm fine as well." "That is a lie." [i]Satell stated it simply, matter-of-factly, as if it didn't even matter that she had said he was a liar. More that she was stating the truth again.[/i] "Let me ask you now. What is on your mind?" [i]He looked at her, and she gazed back at him. Soulfully, softly, [b]As if she was seeking an answer that he couldn't provide.[/b] He shook his head sadly and put his face in his hands. Satell rose to her feet and gently pulled hisi hands away from his face and held them in hers. She looked at him again, the worry and concern written clearly on her face. Unlike him, she wore her heart on her sleeve. He noticed, and all at once, the emotions came flooding upwards. She wasn't surprised, she merely held his head in her arms as he bawled.[/i] "You need to rest Van.....[b]our doctor is not infalliable....but he is not weak...and he must live.[/b]" [i]His ears heard her soft tone, and it was gentle. ....[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Finally, the energy expended to resist her torture gave out, and he passed out cold. She snorted scornfully at his lack of power and cooly stood and sheathed her ....weapon. She pulled on her suit once more, having almost completely disrobed to hurt him. ...he was so pathetic. If he wasn't such an influential male, she would've killed him right then and there. Simple impale, and his liver would be decorating the dance floor. Within minutes of the begginning of the end, Nobu was at her side, handing her a clean rag. She wiped her hands slowly, then draped it over Hatsurokin's face. Terran looked over, then looked back to the stairwell. The guards were moving, and she knew that Sayuri's uncle was going to make an appearance downstairs. For the first time in a month. Gen looked up, then turned back. Sayuri was standing next to him, putting her stiletto heels back on.[/i] "....you can't tell me that this was it." "Oh it wasn't. If you check the paper once more..." [i]He was about to pull it out and read it once more when her Uncle stood at the stairwell. She looked up at him and smiled slightly. It had been an age since she had seen him not sitting behind the desk in his office. Gen blinked. It was the first time he had actually seen his employer.[/i] "....fascinating." "He's great."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]His eyes widened ever so slightly as the pain flooded through his body. Sayuri derived only some pleasure from this....she prefered silence and quiet when she tortured, and that was what she was about to create when the other girls began getting the upper hand. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Gen tearing it up. Literally. Instead of being more distracted, she refocused her attentions onto Hatsurokin, who, by this time, was next to incapacitated. She had rubbed 60 proof brandy onto his chest wound, and was now opening another cut along his stomach. The blade sliced evenly and cleanly through his skin, as she carved the characters that formed her given code name. The name from her Uncle. Lidan. Losely translated into Chinese and English meant the same thing. The Red Bitch. A play on the story of the trickster demon fox that killed women and men by lulling them into her den and then destroying them. Although she didn't wear red on the outside....she had the brand on the inside. And it was because of this that she left her mark on those that threatened her. Namely....Hatsurokin. The poor soul. She almost felt sorry for what would happen to him...when the doors were opened and the bodies removed. He groaned as she shifted her weight on his groin and slid the knife expertly along. She drew one vertical line, then two horizontal half way through, and then two half circles along the bottom. The blood ozed up, and she caught it on her fingertips. With delicate moves, she brushed it underneath her eyes, then under his. He winced at her touch, but even more when she poured the brandy on the open wounds once more. This time with more excitement than before.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I swear, this is worse than a flu epedemic. You people need to read my posts better. ~~~~~~~~~ [i]The tears slowly ran down her face as they questioned her. She wasn't able to give too much information, but when she did, they could barely understand it. She was speaking to them in what sounded like riddles, but she knew what she was saying inside.....she just couldn't.... communicate it...[/i] "What happened?" "I don't know!" "You must've felt something...seen anything?" "I....tried to wake him..." "You know what-?" [i]Something snapped.[/i] "I DON'T KNOW!!" [i]Her frustration, combined with the growing pressure on her body, resulted in a scream. One with wild abandon, that seemed to [b]shake the ship from center to circumfrence.[/b] Allen and Trini took a step back, slightly disturbed. They had never heard her scream that way, or look quite so upset. Her tears were new, and when she had screamed, something in the ship seemed to unfasten itself and drift away. Something dark.[/i] "....it just happened."[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]They settled back. The monks relaxed their bodies ever so slightly. The demon was gone, and it felt as if a presence had lifted iteslf off of the people gathered. The room seemed brighter, the candle blazed stronger, the book seemed to glow....and the bell rang of its own accord. The Father Superior turned and smiled happily. A blessing today. Their prayers were answered, and so swiftly. The Faceless God smiled. .....be it blessing or curse, it was a sign. And they had best take it. The monks were blessed once more by the priest, who marked the rest of the acolytes, then dispersed. He closed his eyes and sat down at the table. ....such a day. Excorcism, a banishing, and a blessing.[/i] "We are truly blessed." [i]A taunting voice echoed ever so softly in his ear. One he recognized and deeply feared. He pushed it away, but not before he heard it again.[/i] "ARE YOU? Something is coming....something big. The web will fail." [i]It faded away, but left him shaken and angry. Ret'jene, the Trickster demon, one that was un-banished. For good reasons..... Because he served Ochckik Haddah, Lord of Nightmares. The creature that destroyed the mind. ......he who was the illusion. He that was here, and there, and existed in the world that wasn't there, but was.[/i] "Faceless one...Guid us.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Hatsurokin heard something rush through the air, was about to turn around, but by then it was too late. Sayuri Okimura, the assassin that liked to make her mark, had done a complete stag leap over the people, aided by the three corners formed by the floor and two walls....and was headed for him. He tried to dodge, but as he moved, her leg collided solidly with his face. She knocked him down into the floor and drew her blade across his throat slowly. Terran and Mitsuko stepped in front of her, fending off any guards that would interfere.[/i] "Sooo.....Hatsurokin.....you petty, ignorant....pathetic excuse for a human..... What's the deal this time?" [i]Her voice dripped sarcasm, but he didn't move. The blade wasn't pressing softly into his neck...oh no....a fraction closer, and he'd have a new mouth across his neck. His eyes blazed with a mixture of fear and hatred.[/i] "I think....I'll save you for someone else....although seppku is too easy for you." [i]She slowly slid her blade down his neck, to his chest, and paused over his heart. He almost panicked, when she swiftly snicked open his flesh, only enough to make a slight wound...and she carved her name into his chest...in old script. He gasped for air at the pain, which intensified as she dripped a little alcohol from the floor....onto the wound itself.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Standing here, Not the waiting room, More like the waiting window, And when you come to answer...... I get tweaked. Tweaked alot, By the file and the x-rays, And the tape and drills, But it's all good because of the radio. The Insanity forestaller. Instant bliss, To blow out my eardrums, And hear the beat rattle on, While the drill invades my mouth.[/color]