Battle Lines Crossed

Misao looked over the small room. It was a square sized room with a small round table in the middle. The futon was rolled in a corner, there was a place to put clothing and that was about all. She had been ushered into the room almost immediately. It seems something had happen while the leader had been away, so he’d rushed her to the room and shut the door telling her to remain in the room until he came and got her.

Misao had already pulled out her sparse belongings. She had a few ties for her long braid that she placed on the table, and a comb for her hair. She pulled out another onimistu uniform, growling at it. She’d been in such a hurry she’d grabbed it by accident. She’d keep the pants, but the black shirt would half to go. She’d tossed the clothing to the floor and then pulled out a rectangular looking object. It was wrapped in what looked to be a scarf.

She’d placed that on the table as well and undid the scarf, letting it fall to the table. She lifted the lid completely off the box setting it behind it. She pulled out a small pouch and held the velvet like pouch in her left hand and undid the string with her right hand. It fell to the sides, lying over her palm as she looked upon her one treasure.

It was a small bracelet, with green jewels all over it, emeralds is what someone had told her. It was made of silver and the jewels hung from the bracelet, when she wore it. She lightly pulled it from the cloth bag and held it on her fingers. She closed her hand into a fist and brought it to her heart.

CLACK

Misao jumped as she turned to the door. Aoshi stared at her looking to her hand seeing the silver jewelry. He approached her and quicker than Misao could take a short breath he had the bracelet dangling from his fingers inspecting it. Misao’s eyes widened and she’d reacted without a thought.

Misao jumped to grab the bracelet as Aoshi moved his hand. Her whole body plowed into his knocking them both to the floor. The bracelet slid across the floor toward the door. Misao lay on her side, her head under his chin and her hands resting on his chest. Her legs rested between his. She lifted her elf up and looked down at Aoshi, her hands braced on his chest. “My bracelet please,” Misao said taking deep breaths

Aoshi had been surprised by her sudden attack; he hadn’t thought she would run into him though, or that she would knock them to the floor. He realized his hands were on her waist as she looked down at him with pleading eyes. He’d never seen that look and was slightly surprised. His face remained the same as always. “What is so important about it, a ninja shouldn’t have anything like that. His eyes grew colder as did his voice as he spoke.

Misao pulled back so she was on her knees. Her eyes hard now, “It was my mothers, and the only thing I have to remember her by.” She snapped, her eyes meeting his ice cold ones. She saw it glinting and didn’t think as she reacted once more. She placed her hands on his chest once more, his eyes going wide as she used him to lean on for a flip. She landed on her feet with a light thump and snatched her bracelet up. She held it tightly in her fist. “It’s not something you wear, its something you keep.” Her eyes looked down at his, now back to normal. She growled as he finally stood, now towering over her. She went back to the table and picked the blue pouch up. She laid it on the table dropping the bracelet on it and picked the ends up once more and tied it shut.

Misao held the bag and looked at it longingly once more and then placed it back in the box and placed the lid back on. She turned to face him his eyes no longer cold, just taking in his surroundings. “Follow me and I will show you around.” His voice was still deathly cold.

Misao nodded and followed him down the halls her thoughts drifted once more.

Flash Back

Misao had all her things packed; she grabbed the bag and swung it onto her shoulder. She heard her door snap as it opened. “A note from the leader.”

The female stated as she handed her a small clothed filled with a lunch.

Misao changed her dismal look to a smile and thanked the young girl. “I hope you’ll stay safe Tsubame, no trouble like me k.” Misao smiled and hugged the little girl.

I promise sister. Do stay safe.” Tsubame stated as she handed her the note. “I will miss you.” Tsubame stated quietly as she left the room.

“As will I.” Misao said just as low. She opened the note.

Misao

Your impudent behavior will not be tolerated a second time. You do this job and you can be free of any obligations your father had here. You would never become the leader of the seinchs. You have been chosen for this job, as you’re the only woman that we can use as an excuse. You lack good training, while the other woman, lack anything but defense training. You’re stepsister will stay safe; her life will remain the same as long as she doesn’t follow your exampled. I’ll honor my word no matter how despicable you are. If you fail this mission I will have no obligations to you.

The leader of the oniwabanshuu and I have talked and he will be teaching you. He will have to be around you for a few weeks to teach you, make sure you are around him almost all day. It will be the only way for you to be able to be trusted and to approach him. He has given you a room near his so he can keep an eye on you, as he stated in our last conversation. You will be required to work in the restaurant and may be required to wear a kimono.
‘I will not wear one,’ Misao stated to herself as she continued to read.

Your freedom, and life, as is your stepsisters are riding on the outcome of this mission. Where you will go I do not know nor do I care. DO NOT FAIL!

Seinch


Misao came back to her surroundings as she heard two women squeal. “She’s so young.”

“Her hair’s so long as well,” The other one stated as she lifted Misao’s braid.

“Maybe we can dress her up in a kimono and put her...hair...up?” The first woman had started blinking as two kunai went past her head. She looked to the now crouching ninja.

“I’m not a dress up doll. I’m here to train, and I will not wear a kimono. You will not be able to get me into one of those.” Misao snapped.

“You will need to learn to control your temper, its fine if you wish to remain free from a kimono, but anymore of these being thrown, will stay with me. Keep the kunai hidden on you. Do not throw them at your comrades, that is one way to loose trust.

Misao caught all the kunai he tossed to her, finally getting the ones she’d thrown in the forest back.

“Well I only mentioned the kimono. Since the out fit you are wearing isn’t suitable to walk around in.

Misao looked down and about screamed. ‘I’d forgotten all about ripping that off.’ Misao seethed to herself.

“Do you at least have another training out fit?” The second girl asked.

“No, I have a pair of pants for the winter, which I should have worn, but the shirt is far too big and just gets in the way.” Misao sighed, she had to act nicer than she was acting.

“Hmm, well I believe Okon, and myself may be able to find one suitable for you.” The first girl stated.

“Thank you.” Misao smiled.

“Lets continued you on and try and stay in the present, I don’t need you walking into walls. Make sure you keep yourself alert, especially around new surroundings.” Aoshi’s deep voice stated as he continued on with the tour showing her almost each room.

As soon as the tour was over, she was thrown into her first session with the tall enticing man. He wanted to know the skills she had and this asked her to show him what she knew.

Misao went through her routine, getting told to freeze as the tall man fixed her position, so it would have more impact and a quicker reflex. Misao was shown a new routine that she would need to do each day before the session.

She was exhausted, she hadn’t been taught in a while and sometimes he would make her hold the pose she was in after fixing it so she would get use to the new feel. His hands had been some places she’d never let anyone touch.

Misao had ended up elbowing him in the gut when he tried to move her leg further apart from the other. He’d tried to press her inner thigh to give her the hint. He was standing behind her and on a reflex she threw her right elbow back hard. She’d heard a grunt escape him but he didn’t move. Misao breathed heavily as she tried to stop her self from reacting to the touch.

“We will have to work on your reflexes some.” Was all he said after getting yet another elbow in the gut. This time his hand moved and he placed it on the inside of her knee, almost forcing her to fall.

She’d heard him grunt both times, when her elbow connected, but no wincing or complaining of his stomach hurting. “You will also have to learn to teach a woman, who knows self defense. Men have grabbed me in the wrong places, and I was taught to react to it. That was close enough for me to react automatically.” Misao rebounded as he walked toward the door of the dojo.

Aoshi stopped and turned to her, nodding. “We will both need to learn somethings.” Aoshi cold eyes ran over her form. “You will have another uniform tomorrow, bindings are not the best to practice in.” His voice was cold as he started out the door.

“I don’t know where the kitchen is and I was hoping I would be able to get something to eat.” Misao called after him.

“I will have Okon bring you something, you are not in the right attire, and there are more men than woman here.” Misao raced to the door watching his form retreat. She scowled as she looked over arms and legs.

“Mmm, I have bruises, just great. He was a little rough, some of the grasps even made me wince.” Misao made her way from the dojo toward her room. She entered her room and closed the door. She was surprised as a garment lay across the table over her box.

She approached the table and gasped, a yukata was what the garment was. It was a pretty expensive one as well. She hadn’t brought any with her because that man had bought them. Well at one point they had been new, but she had never had a new one, she received a warn one from the other woman, as they didn’t like the feel of how thin it had become. She ran her fingers over it and smiled.

Misao growled as she remembered why she’d acted that way toward Aoshi. The yukata print had brought back some memories.

Flash Back

A 13 year old Misao stood in a yukata far too large for her. She pulled the sleeves up as she was in her master’s room. Her master entered through the door, which Misao had her back to.

“The yukata is a little big, but it will have to do. You won’t be wearing it for long anyway.” The master had said.

“Huh?” Misao was confused.

“Never mind,” He smirked and beckoned her to come to him. Misao walked toward him and screamed as his hand grabbed her hair from behind. He pulled her head back as he separated the yukata. He placed kisses along the exposed part of her chest.

The same hand that had parted the yukata front, snaked it’s way in between the folds of the yukata and skimmed across the inside of her thigh. Misao had lashed out her hand connecting with his face.

He let her go and wiped the blood from his lip. His hazel eyes looked down at her form. Tears coming from her eyes as she pulled her yukata closed.

“You bitch,” He screamed as he called for more men to come in.

End Of Flash Back

Misao remembered being beat, but had blacked out and didn’t know if they had done anything else. She’d asked one of the woman to teach her to defend herself a few days later when she’d healed some.

Misao wiped a tear from her face and sat in the chair. ‘I still don’t know why I reacted the way I did, it just felt wrong.’ Misao picked the yukata up and unwrapped her bindings as she stood. She took her shorts off and laid them on the chair back. She pulled the yukata over one arm.

CLACK

“AHHHH! Misao screamed as she backed away from the door. She tried to pull the yukata on her other arm, only to find she couldn’t find the other arm hole. She turned her back to Aoshi. “What did you need, Shinomori-sama?” She tried to pull the garment over her back, and finally succeded.


Aoshi grumbled as he had to fetch her for dinner. Everyone refused to served until she arrived. Without thinking he came to the door and threw it open.

He closed his eyes and refrained from covering his ears. He once more opened his eyes and they widened as he saw a white scar running across her chest. She swiftly tried to cover herself, and he saw a red scar on her back. ‘A recent healed wound?” He questioned himself.

“I’ve been told you must come to dinner.” Aoshi spoke as soon as the questioned registered in his head. “I am sure Omasu found that for you.” Aoshi responded as she turned around, a sullen look on her face.

“I don’t know where it is?” Misao spoke quietly. She wanted to lay down on her futon and cry. The scar on her chest had been from that night, well the next day actually. He’d been so mad that he wanted to wound her deeply when she was awake.

The one on her back was from trying to train with the men recently. They had ganged up on her and one had slashed down her back. She was lucky it hadn’t been too deep. She didn’t want to look at the man in front of her. She had hoped no one would see the scars she’d gotten from the clan she was in.

“Follow me, I have yet to eat as they refuse to sever anyone, until you arrive.” His voice sounded the same as it always did. Misao looked up and followed him to the dinning area. She sighed as he didn’t bring up the scars he’d seen.

Okay well I hope that answered some of your questions evilteddybear. Hope I got that right. Well bed time for me. I hope you all like, please review and comment. Tell me if it was an okay chapter or if it was missing something. Bye all.

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