Shinobi [Inactive]

The moan escaping her lips wasn't one to be held back. Her back arched and knees buckled, one hand crawling up the man's bare chest and sliding it down his form with her nails digging deep into his skin. She almost laughed beneath the force of his fingers inside her, but couldn't quite make the sound. Her eyes screwed shut as the drive made her cry out more in the pleasure of the moment. In a gasp for air, she rose her hand to his throat and barely opened her eyes to gaze at him.


"Ugh, how I'm going to miss you when you're gone..."


She retracted the knife at her wrist near his throat, as the other weapon stabbed clear into the arm entering her so perfectly. In one toss, she used the pressure and placement of the knives and thrust him upwards, arm releasing from her legs and back arched with the awareness of not hitting her blade, much like she had already hit a vein in his other arm that was giving her so much pleasure.


Swiftly, her legs curled in beneath her, and lifted her body up so she was standing atop of the bed, both wrists trapping his face with their daggers protruding across his jugular, while his legs were still bent below him. She sighed, watching his blood drip in a vicious stream down his punctured arm.


"Better take care of that, before you have to cut off the whole thing," she taunted, a smirk rising in her lips again, "Cause we both know that'd be a downright shame, losing that strong...skilled hand of yours."


The girl walked off of the bed, blood staining her skin and none of it hers, leaving the man there in a bloody mess. "They'll have my head if they know you're here and I didn't get rid of you," she said quietly, throwing her shirt back on and tightening the belts around her shoulder to put the scabbard back in place. "So, I better run. Before you..." she looked at him over her shoulder, "finish."
 
Tightening the last belt around her shoulder, she ran her hand through her hair, tossing it over her shoulder. What was he talking about?


"Forgot what? I certainly hope you aren't teasing me."
 
He stood to feet with an enormous grin becoming his expression.


"Before I even came down here I laced my fingers with my sedative. The lining in your vagina just absorbed both that and the after effects from the blood you so eagerly sat in love. Any moment now...."


He could see her knees began to shake along with her hands.


"You'll be as limp as a corpse" he finished with a smile as it took ahold on her
 
S.hit


Her legs beginning almost on cue to quiver, the girl stumbled back against the house's walls. She felt her hands shake, as she grit her teeth and shook her head.


"I should have just killed you when I had the chance," she spat, trying her best to force her back against the wall with the pressure of one of the legs that hadn't yet fallen practically asleep. She tightened her muscles as well as possible, throwing herself out the front door of the house and towards the dark woods in front of her. Her left leg went instantly numb, hitting the grass hard as her next leg followed. She tried to hold herself up with both arms, but they were trembling more than her legs. She tried to focus strictly on regaining strength in her arms and legs, but could only feel them growing more numb. Lying there in the darkness of the front lawn, the girl felt her eyes tempting to close from a rush of tiredness sweeping over her
 
Hitomi watched with increasing pleasure as he saw her try with all of her remaining strength to fight off the cold numbing paralysis taking hold of her limbs one by one. She was gone. Within seconds she dropped in the snowy grass all bloody stained and all-


"You really should have killed me when you had the chance. Now I can finish but I will need your help..."


He took his time bandaging up his bleeding wounds— it was still only 3am and Eve wasn't budging at least for another seven hours. His sedative was potently concentrated and it always worked.


After his wounds were healed, wrapped and mended, he put on his gear and moved towards her now bitterly cold body in the snow.


She always did look so beautifully peaceful when she was sleeping.





And she did. Despite her hair and body and clothing stained in red, her face was gentle for once, and it carried his memories back to sweeter times for a moment as he picked her up out of the cold.


He took her inside and stripped her down completely, removing all of her clothes and all of her weapons both visible and hidden. He knew her- he'd trained with her before, so he knew what she put where and how she fought.


After stripping her, he carried her body to the bathtub nearby in another room and turned on the warm water, letting it fill and rise to her shoulders before turning it off. He took a sponge and began cleaning her body. Carefully washing her hair, gently scrubbing away the blood on her breasts and on her stomach. Her arms and then her hands and finger tips. Then her waist, thighs and legs. Admittedly, Hitomi much preferred the quiet side of her.


After he finished cleaning her, he went and found some clean dry clothes from the previous occupants of the house. He placed her on the bed, which he also had cleaned off while she was left to soak for a moment. Gracefully, she lay in towels draped on the bed all naked and wet. He then dressed her in them. They just fit- surprisingly. But now thankfully it was time to move.


He took all of her previous clothing and weapons and laid them in a heap. Her phone begun to ring just then- he picked it up and looked at it. He didn't recognize the number, but he let it ring before ripping it apart to remove the SIM card which he uploaded to his Seeing Eye monitor. All of her contact information was now his.


Hitomi gathered the remaining bodies and clothing into a single heap on the ground. He doused it all with some oil he found and lit it on fire. He houses in this town were far enough apart that none of them would catch fire, and by the time anyone would notice a fire, Hitomi and Eve would be long gone.


He grabbed a coat for her and picking her up, he left that burning house and made his way home with an old friend on his back. 
He ran through the woods with intense speed, her body weighed nothing at all, least not to him. Miles in the snow he ran. Luckily it began to snow, his tracks would be covered in no time. He made his way to the base of the mountain where he entered a tiny cave. He placed her down for a moment then pressed a undistinguishable button on the wall beside him.


The mouth of the cave shut tightly and suddenly the earth below them began to rotate and drop deeper. Soon, a crack of light shown and then the blackness of a veil was tore back as the crack grew revealing a beautiful furnished residence. Stained and intricately designed wooden floors bursting in bright cherry blossom red- deep rich mahogany colors lined the walls and other furnishing. He carried her in, and to the corner where a spiral staircase was leading into a different level below. The elevator door behind him shut tightly and merged with the wall becoming hidden and just as indistinguishable as in the cave above.


Down the staircase he carried her into a deeper level, a massive room with a bed and kitchen on one side. On the other lay a huge metal table with counter tops surrounding it. Instruments and experimental tools and vials lay strewn about in a neat mess. He placed her on the table and stripped her again.


He removed her clothes and laid her out on the table spreading her legs apart and stretching her arms out. She was completely naked and open. He reached below and pulled out a roll of plastic- his table was perfectly shaped enough to allow him to wrap each of her limbs individually. First her hands, then her forearms, then just above her shoulders. Then her ankles, followed by her calves and then across her stomach. She was tightly wrapped and no matter of force or will would ever be able to break out of those bounds. Though to be safe- he bound her arms and legs with red leather straps. She wasn't going anywhere he didn't say.


Time to wake her up.
 
Her head was throbbing when her eyes opened and were introduced to a new light. The sight was familiar; old, but familiar.


She allowed her natural reaction to commence, attempting to move her limbs and finding that this was not a possibility. She glanced down to see her bare body wrapped to a metalic looking table. Her hands and writs merely struggled against a layer of plastic done over by a red belted restraint that she couldn't fully see from the position she was lying in. She instantly knew where she was, but now, she wasn't sure how she would find her way out of this.


Pressing again hard against her restraint, she only felt the plastic tighten against her stomach and calves, a growl deepening in her throat. Panic was settling in, but not enough to cause her to lash about. She took a breath and stared above her at the lights. She didn't need to look for the person who brought her here. She already knew.


"This doesn't seem very much like you," she breathed carefully, trying her hardest not to show her nerves beginning to snap, "I'd expect this type of thing from the rest of us Shinobi, but not someone like you."


She finally looked far enough to the side to see Hitomi standing there above her, meeting her eyes with his.


"Is this how old friends treat each other, now?" she faked a teasing smile, but her heart raced nervously in her chest
 
"Good morning love," he said with a smile, "you took long enough to wake up. I have to admit though- I had been saving all of this for a rainy day." He walked closer to her, stepping in the light so she could better see him.


"Shinobi... Well you have to know your enemy if you want to overcome them, right? I mean, you're right, this level of degradation is not me at all. It's so..." He reached out and skimmed his finger up her leg and to her thigh... He stopped briefly above her vagina, "tactless!" He pressured his finger in on her for a moment enough to release a moan from her.
 
As much as she might love to play, this certainly wasn't the kind of thing she had in mind. She felt his finger press against her, and after releasing the slightest moan, she clenched her teeth and breathed slowly.


"I thought you already knew me so well, by now," she hissed, staring him down as best she could, fingers twitching in their hold.


"I'd rather you just kill me," her voice was stubborn now, hinted with an anger she was unable to diffuse, "it'd save both of us a whole lot of time and effort." 
Her heart throbbed more viciously beneath her chest, her black eyes darkening even more while she made tight fists at her sides.


She knew this was bad. Not because she was powerless against him for now, but because of where she needed to be. She tried on her sinister, trickster face again, smirking.


"Or...you could just let me go and I promise not to do anything...rash."


Her eyes gleamed, noting to the fact she had no weapons on her and wasn't truly in the mood to fight without her clothing
 
He picked up a blanket and pillow from his bed and threw the blanket over her, and the placed the pillow beneath her head.


"Oh trust me, I just might have to kill you yet." He walked away from her and towards his computer. "See since you so innocently broken the last shard I so desperately needed— might I point out dear, or rather remind you that your employer is in dire search for the remaining shards that I possess— it wouldn't make much sense at all for you to just up a shatter what we both need. So.... I think we have something more to discuss..."
 
She rolled her eyes at the pillow and blanket being added to her situation. At least now she could scratch away at the plastic for what would most likely be hours without him noticing.


"That's all that this is about? Oh, how adorable," she said, pressing her head back against the pillow, "My employer wants all of those pretty little shards on your belt, that's....true...." her eyes drifted to the side as if thinking, a small smile flickering across her face, "but that's not my job to protect. He has someone else out searching for you for that purpose. Me," she glanced at him, "I don't like to waste my time with things that are so fragile."


She let out a sigh, closing her eyes in a fake pleasantry.


"I much rather just stick to bleeding out all the little ninja-wannabes. After all these years, even you should know me well enough to know that I don't give a s.hit about a few pieces of metal." 
She giggled a bit again, though it hurt through the plastic.


"Mine was just for show. The real one is somewhere I don't even know, and frankly, never cared about."
 
"See that's where you should care..." He lifted the blanket off from her hands at least to see them as they scratched away at the plastic. "You of all people really should."


He got up and from his belt his took out the eight shards he had stored carefully away and he threw them out in the air above him. An electro magnetic field spring active and blue indigo lights flooded the ceiling as the shards hover in perfect alignment. They made a beautiful katana from end to end, but one piece was missing. The end piece near where the hilt of the blade would be.


"They never did tell you what Ayame really was, did they?"
 
She stared up at the shards as they pieced together. She had figured they formed into a sword of some type but no, no one had informed her of that or it's purpose. Her eyes rolled again to match the smile on her lips.


"It's not my job to know," she stated clearly, still picking away with her fingers at the plastic, not even to get free at this point but as a distraction. She wasn't allowed to know about this information, it was classified from her sanction. "And I'd beg you to not bore me with a story, but I'm just too tied up at the moment to care."


Her eyes glanced towards him, secretly praying he would shut up soon.
 
"Long ago, there was a ancient demon who was let loose over this world- his thirst for blood was incomparable to any who had ever lived or would ever live in history, even you have nothing on him. As legend holds, God sought fit to eradicate him from the world and he cursed him and his soul, condemning him to the prison of a blade... Which became known as Ayame."


"But do you remember the great earthquake seven years ago in Tokyo?"
 
Eve had closed her eyes at this point, trying to distract her thoughts with something else and yet failing.


She couldn't know this information. As If she wasn't in enough trouble already. She shut her eyes tighter and giggled.


"I remember assisting in the kill of a mother and her three children 7 years ago, does that count as a earthquake?"
 
"No."


He flung up pictures of the aftermath of rubble into the air above the table. Chaos and disaster filled the room.


"The earthquake was just a cover story. Ayame had nearly broken out of his prison and there was a massive battle that took place- this is the aftermath. In the conclusion of the battle, the sword was broken into pieces. Nine pieces. I've been searching for each piece for these seven years now. And once I get the last one, that will be the end of Shinobi."
 
"This 'demon sword' is your way of ending Shinobi?" She allowed herself to give a genuine mocking laugh this time, curling her back as much as she could. She tensed then relaxed her finger, releasing yet another heavy laden sigh."what, do you expect to just fling the sword around and the last hundred of the Shinobi fall down dead to your great and mighty power?" She finally looked to him again, "all by your little self and a demon that was already captured once before?"


She shook her head a bit, this sigh being verbal, "You're still so cute, Hit"
 
"You don't understand, whoever possess that blade possess not only the spirit of Ayame, but every person it kills, every soul it has collected only makes it stronger and makes it's master stronger."


He drew the blanket cover her back further. 
He walked over to the counter and found a syringe and a small vial. Drawing up a clear liquid, he approached Eve on table.


"Would you like to move around a bit?"
 
She paused for a moment, thinking over the scenario in her head. No smiles crept upon her this time.


"Well then good luck with finding the last piece." She blandly encouraged, looking up at him as he offered a moment of freedom. She noted the syringe in his hand and would have given her usual smirk if her thoughts hadn't been lost somewhere else.


"You really have to sedate me again? I'll be good," she said quietly, "I promise." 
She lifted her eyes, and in the perfect light, it almost looked as if a blue hint was relaxing back into her irises.
 
"Oh this?" He laughed softly, "it isn't a sedative." A smirk curled it's way up his lip. He lifted the blanket to her arm and found her vein and injected the clear liquid.
 
She didn't flinch, feeling the needle and begging for it to be something more. A knife. A sword. Anything. Anything to just kill her now before she had to stay here any longer with this information.
 
"It was a small project id been working on." He took off his shirt and took off his bandages. The wounds she had inflicted on him hours ago had completely healed. No scar to be seen 
"You work for me now Eve."


He snapped his fingers and immediately, a surge of pain jolted through her body, leaving her without control. It was only for a second or two.
 
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