-:-:- "Shinobi a Fire? We're merely flickers." -:-:- Life had been cruel, I had always been more so. I am Shosai Iburi. A girl of smoke. A girl bred from fire. My existence was merely the susurrus of the drying stream. Yet it was I, that was deemed monstrous. Sentenced to dwell in my imposèd silence, and only live to long for what I could never crave. Wearily, I clutched to my porcelain façade and glinting blade, A ninja I was deemed, fit to fight with unnatural grace, A feared killer, A willing slave. Forever and always depraved, From the cradle, To the grave. -:-:-

[Old Title: Mafian in a Ninja World?... Great. Changed: Nov. 5, 2013 at 5:14 pm] Year: 2033 Place: Japan The name's Kenji. Kenji Moriyama. I was your typical, international criminal wanted by numerous goverments across the planet. Okay, not very typical, but in times like these, who cares? As a top hacker apart of the yakuza and mafia, you might infer that I'm intelligent, witty, a smooth talker, and maybe even slightly dangerous. Most of these traits are more or less, accurate. However, it was all put to the test one daunting night, in which my known knowledge rendered naught. Perhaps if that peculiar-eyed man, a so called "ninja," had not thrown me into this planet of turmoil, my sanity would still be intact. But all great things come to an end, or live on in memory. The lust for blood in this world is killing me, if the sheer amount of danger here is not already. But maybe if I lay low, watch, I'll live long enough to get back home. Or I'll die trying. [Kenji is not who you think she might be! :)] (Won 3RD place in the 2014 Naruto Wattys, and 2ND place in the 2015 Naruto Wattys!!) Warning: Explicit content in Chapter 2. If you don't like torture scenes, skip and read the end of the chapter. :)