Ninja (Major Editing)

Chapter 1

Hey there, if you're reading this. In my opinion, this is one of my better ideas so I hope you enjoy. And I know I most likely have errors all over the place since I'm writing this faster than I usually write, but I'll fix everything once I'm finished writing. And this is like a rough draft of a rough draft so some stuff will be short. It'll be longer once I actually start to 'write' it.

The wind blew into his face as he observed the carnage. Perched on the old oak tree nearby, he could see the damage the fight, that had just occurred, had made. It was a dark night, but his keen vision allowed him to see without the moon. He had not wanted to cause such a mess. His Master had commanded him to kill the head of the family, but the place had been well guarded. Even with his stealth, the moment he was in the house, he was being surrounded from all sides.

His mission was successful, though, and it was all that mattered to him. He would give up his own life to carry out a command his Master gave him. He looked around to see that few people walked the streets, and those who were roaming around had not heard the commotion. He waited until the coast was clear and jumped down from his perch.

As he landed, his knees buckled and he fell. He wasn’t as experienced as any of his other colleagues, but he had always kept his balance when he landed. The fight had taken its toll on him. The men he had fought had not gone done without a fight and had given him numerous wounds. Most of them were not shallow either.

Getting up, he walked out onto the open streets of Japan. Trying the best to blend in, he walked to the nearest doctor he knew of that would help him, but a few passers still glanced at him with his bloody, ripped up clothes. He could attempt to make it back to the base, but would have died of blood loss before he got there.

Limping his way to his destination, he saw the daughter of the doctor, Akemi. She spotted him as he neared her.

“Daisuke!” she cried. She ran up to him and supported his weight as he leaned onto her, unable to support himself much longer. “You aren’t great help now.”

He couldn’t help smiling. His fake identity, Daisuke, meant great help. He wasn’t doing any good in his position. “Akemi,” he said. “I need to get to your father.”

“I can tell. Come on, but try to walk a bit yourself. You’re not exactly light.”

Akemi helped Daisuke towards the clinic. Her father had already closed up several hours ago, so they had to go in through the back. Akemi’s father was there, flipping through one of his medical books. He didn’t even look up as they walked in.

“Akemi, why are you up so late?” her father, Yuuta, asked.

“Daisuke needs help, Father,” she replied.

Yuuta looked up and his eyes widened. He quickly got up and helped Daisuke onto a bed he used for his patients. He took off his shirt and told Akemi to stop the blood flow as he went out to get the rest of the needed material.

Daisuke looked up into Akemi’s eyes. “Akemi…” he started to say.

“Save your breath,” she said.

“I just wanted to tell you something. And I also want you to send a message for me.”

“Then tell me.”

“I’m not sure if I can make it, so if I don’t, tell my family that Arata has reunited with his ancestors. I was destined to be what I am today.”

“I’ve seen worst cases than you and the patients all made it through. Except one, but he was almost dead when we dragged him in. I’ll see to it, but I don’t think it’s necessary, Arata.” She looked as calm as a peaceful lake.

“You don’t seem surprised.”

“Why should I be?” She leaned in closer to him. “I’ve known who you were when we first met. Father told me. We are your colleagues.”

“I never knew.”

“You were never supposed to know. But you revealed your name, so might as well. By the way, the name’s not Akemi. It’s Yuki.”

At that time, Yuuta walked back in. Yuki stood up and allowed her father to take over. Tired and in pain, Arata closed his eyes and drifted off to a restful sleep, knowing that he was safe.

“He fell asleep,” Yuki noted as her father started to clean one of the wounds.

“He’s been through a lot, Akemi. He only became a ninja a little over a year ago,” Yuuta said.

“I told him my name already Father. It was the right thing to do after he told me his. But he’s only been a ninja for a year?”

Her father’s expression told Yuki that he wasn’t mad that she revealed her identity. “Yes. I still remember seeing the looks on his family’s faces when they found that he disappeared. They weren’t that happy when they found out where he went either.”

After an hour of cleaning the wounds and wrapping them, Yuuta was finished with his work and went to wash off the blood that was on his hands. “Finish up for me, will you Yuki?” he asked before walking out of to door.

Yuuta left and Yuki started to clean up when Arata stirred. His eyes fluttered open and they focused on Yuki. “You’re still here?” he asked.

“It’s only been an hour. You can take some rest you know.”

“I don’t rest very much.”

“Okay.”

Arata swung his legs off the bed and stood up, feeling dizzy. Yuki grabbed his arm just in time before he fell. “Where are you going?” Yuki queried.

“Something doesn’t feel right.”

“You’re worn out. You shouldn’t be going anywhere.”

Arata didn’t hear her though. He could feel it in the wind. He felt it a lot, but it had no effect on him. He walked out despite Yuki’s protests and found the way to the source. He stopped in his tracks. Yuki yelled.

Yuuta was on the ground, dead. He had been stabbed in the back through the heart. His attacker stood next to the body, with a sword, glaring at Arata and Yuki. Pointing the sword at Arata he said, “You killed my father tonight. I’ll kill you on this same night.”

He attacked. Arata pushed Yuki to one side and dodged the attack.  The sword went right past his ear. Arata stumbled and fell to the ground. His attacker took the chance and aimed the sword at him. The sword was swung at him at full speed. It was a foot away from Arata when his attacker’s body went rigid and fell to the floor.

Yuki stood over the trespasser, who had a fruit knife in his back. It was an instant kill. Yuki dropped to her knees and went over to her father, trying to save him. But it was no use. He was as dead as a stone. Arata got up and went over to her.

Tears ran down her cheeks and she put her head on Arata’s shoulder, crying.

“It’s okay, Akemi,” Arata said.

“No it’s not,” she mumbled.

“It’s not safe here. Let’s go back to the base.”

“Where is your base, Daisuke?”

“I’ll show you the way.”

Then, together, they made their way into the dark night, holding onto each other for support.