The ninja Kage-Maru has been hired to capture Sarah Bryant. Fate, however, sought to intervene in this seemingly simple mission.
This is a three-part fanfiction based on the Virtua Fighter anime series. Written in the format of the Japanese noh dram...
The water was cold as it poured down on me, sharp and stinging like a thousand tiny nettle whips. My hands fumbled for the shower knobs, my senses seeking to remember how the bathroom wall looked and felt. If I did not have warm water, the ice in my spirit might very well break through my skin.
In the accursed darkness where I had slipped into, nothing was impossible. I could die there, or feel the greatest pain that had surmounted death itself.
I did not feel like opening my eyes.
Not yet.
No.
It should not be like this.
My fingers froze on the tiles. I tilted my head forward, and the wall was even colder through the skin on my face.
Scarred.
Damn.
I felt numb and powerless.
Was this the man I had turned into, a shell so empty that only ice and pain could bear to live in his heart?
Ore wa...
I did not know.
I did not know anything anymore.
What was right. What I needed. Who I was.
What I lived for.
What I have left to live and fight for.
There was Hagakure, so sedate and untouched that whenever I step into its woods I cheat myself into thinking that I might someday find my own peace, like the people in that seemingly timeless sanctuary had through the purity in their hearts.
So here I walk this other world of stone mazes, of rising chrome and steel as sharp and majestic as the finest blade. A world of cruel beauty that drew me into its embrace, in my need for Hagakure's salvation.
But damn.
For me.
For me there was nothing.
I live in the cloak of ten generations of greatness and power, fulfilling an elusive destiny under the mask of shadows. A warrior burdened with secrets that most would kill for.
Sometimes I wish they would.
If they could.
In the shadows, after all, they could not see.
In the shadows, I wait for the pain and cold and forever listen to the endless taunt of its mysteries.
In the shadows, I lived.
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The rocks had a slight sting against his feet, as he defied gravity and seduced the laws of nature. He had the strength to resist reality itself.
