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The moonlight had nowhere to shine, as a lone beam snuck into the rocky cavern, sending a dull spotlight to the throne of rocks and iron. It was empty, and two sillouhettes snuck from nowhere to stand before it. One was glowing, and he pulled froth the iten that betrayed his presence. It was a katana, long and thin with a chord wrapped around it's handle. The blade was sharp, with a green edge that shone and glittered as though it were waterm reflecting the sunlight. Slowly, a misty darkness crept from nowhere, forming around the feet of the two dark ninja, waiting for their master. Slowly, they knelt, one offering the blade up to the smoke as it billowed around them, almost consuming them. It's stench was putrid as it swirled darkly, like a cobra waiting to strike. It did, as a jet of the smokey substance sprung forward, coiling around the blade and dragging it from the ninja's grip. It's handle hit the ground, and sparks jutted from the dark rocks as the smoke dragged it up
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"He cheated!" She roared, agony ripping through her voice as tears brimmed her eyes. Stood alone in the temple's throne room, Asha had stood from her kneeling position, looking up at the master sensei, who placed a thin hand on his wrinkled brow and gave a long, drawn out sigh.
"I know what you're saying," he sympathised honestly, "but we found no evidence of his breaking the rules. You simply were distracted, and he knocked you down."
"No such thing happened!" Asha growled, furious as every word was a blade in her possession, "he blinded me and struck me while I couldn't see! I demand a rematch!"
"You can demand nothing..." The sensei hissed, snapping his head to stare at her.
"I will have what I want, father!"
"Watch your tongue!" The master sensei replied, raising a thin, bony finger at his daughter as he stood, marching closer to the girl, "and do not let your anger forget you your place! You have no right to speak to me in this way, and you must be punished!"
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Kyo stood on the arena's edge, watching the battles. He studied the techniques of those fighting as he took note in his head on how they had been trained. Suddenly, something lightly gripped his belt and tugged at it. Kyo turned to see a little girl pulling at him.
"You're a ninja!" she stated, holding a toy rabbit as she cuddled with it. Kyo lifted the edge of one lip into a smile as she beamed at him, almost shyly.
"Yes... yes I am." he grinned with pride, pulling his belt a little tighter.
"Why is it blue?" she asked, and Kyo took to one knee, drawing his eyes from the fight to meet with those of the little girl.
"It's a symbol of my rank," he explained, smiling, "blue shows that I'm a rookie. I only joined a year or so ago and, to be honest, this is my first real tournament."
"Wooowww!" The little girl squealed, "mine too!" She struck a pose and Kyo laughed.
"Red," he continued, as the girl listened intently, "is the colour of those who've advanced from blue. E
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The twinkling stars were met that night, by the blinding flashes of every colour. The fireworks shot up in perfect co-ordination, signalling the start of the traditional tournament. Kyo shivered as the cold air scraped across his bare arms, sweeping the bright colours and restoring the night to the stars, shimmering brighter with jealousy. A lone gong sounded, and Kyo tightned his dark blue belt. This was it, he murmurred to himself. This is the day he advances! As he tightened his belt, Kyo heard the passage of the other ninja trainees. An older group, wearing their dark red bands proudly, sneered at the boy and Kyo felt their gaze set him alight. Fortunately, looks couldn't kill, or so he thought. One of the girls of the group looked at him, smiling lightly, and his heart stopped beating. She had dark hair, like most of the ninja warriors, but a single, pink streak travelled up her pony tail to her fringe, parting with it on either side of her beautiful face. She quickly hi
A Wedding to RememberAngel's back rammed up hard against the bar, the shattered glass raining down over her cowboy hat and onto her wedding dress. She hid from the brawlers, praying her love would be alright as he held off the gunmen. With her back to the counter, she looked at all the wine's and alcohol's, and suddenly, under the last shelf, she saw a shotgun.
Without warning, Mayer hit the counter top, the groom pinning him down.
'You slept with my wife! You raped her!'
'Firstly, you guys aren't yet married,' he grinned, before the groom grabbed his throat with both of his ape-hands.
'and secondly-' Mayer squeaked, trying to free himself as the groom choked the life from him. His empty hand suddenly felt something hard and light touch, and he struck the bald man with as much force as he could. The bottle shattered, and Mayer shielded his eyes from the glass and blood as he gasped for oxygen, the groom slumping dazed onto the board floor. Mayer instantly flipped over the counter to see who his saviour cou