Love conquers all

ME: This was a little fantasy of mine I came up with at three thirty in the morning following a decent placement at an SC2 tourney. Ah, skip the disclaimer...every---*bonk* WTF?! Who threw that brick?!

*opens note attached to brick* Oh shiznats...It says:

Dear Jade

Make a disclaimer for us or we will SUE!!!

Yours lovingly,
namco

O.o So yeah, I don't own SC in any way T_T

"xxx" = spoken dialogue
*xxx*= thought


The ninja watched her target through the dense foliage. The target was someone from her past. She could have sworn that he had died...He hadn't.

The man was blindfolded and practicing cuts and slashes with his katana. He was topless and wearing wide pants. The ninja could plainly see the scars on his back and chest: a long, vertical one down his left back, and a stab to the lower torso. How he had survived the neck cut was beyond her. The last time she had seen him was when he was lying on the ground, bleeding heavily from the throat, from the cut of a broadsword.

Taki, formerly of the Fu-Ma ninja clan, just watched. There was a fluidity of the man's motions that made her stop. If he hadn't hated her to death these past few years...he was handsome, her age and very strong. Large hands...she imagined them on her shoulders, working their way down to---the woman shook her head. She was here on a mission, not to indulge in girlish fantasies.

She crept her way to within arms' reach of Mitsurugi Heishiro. He either didn't hear her or paid no heed to the sounds. The woman crept in closer.

Mitsurugi froze. "I hear you..." His voice was different now, raspy and throaty, as if he had a sore throat. He stripped off the blindfold to find a ninjatou at his throat and a slim arm holding down his right hand--his sword hand. He smiled. "Taki-kun, you've not changed a bit."

Her soft breasts against his back, her hand on his...Mitsurugi could not understand why this woman hated him so. He did like her...whyldn\ldn't she leave him alone?

"You WILL die this time; I'm tired of chasing you around." Taki said out loud. Then she whispered in his ear: "House. NOW."

His left arm free, Mitsurugi elbowed the woman in the kidney. He pulled forward, Taki's ninjatou leaving a tiny cut on his neck and whirled left, ShiShi-O flashing.

Taki ducked and kicked out, catching the man in the ankle. He staggered back, but did not fall. Regaining his foot he he narrowed the range between himself and Taki with a charge, katana held high.

Taki dodged to the side and lashed out with a slash to Mitsurugi's leg. The ninjatou missed.

Both combatants were now about fifteen feet apart. Mitsurugi held ShiShi-O in a one handed grip, blade pointed unerringly at Taki's throat. Taki held MekkiMaru in a reverse grip in her left hand and RekkiMaru in the normal grip in her right hand.

Anger flowed through the ronin. Taki stood rapidly on his charge. She was ready for a strong blow with a sword; she held up both her ninjatou in front of her chest.

What she got was a punch to the face. It knocked her back and sent her staggering.

Before the ninja could recover, Mitsurugi slashed downward across her chest, left shoulder to right breast, then another in the opposite direction, right shoulder to left breast.

The cuts were not deep enough to cause serious damage, but deep enough to worry Taki. Expecting a blow to come from straight up to cleave her in half, she feebly tried to block high.

She was rewarded with a deep stab to the stomach, just above the navel.

Still looking up at the sky, as if to see the expected blow come raining down on her, Taki sank to her knees, Mitsurugi's sword still in her.

Mitsurugi removed his sword from the ninja's stomach; she fell to the forest floor. Her eyes still open and seeing, she moved a hand to her mouth and felt the blood comig from her mouth.

The last thing Taki saw before blacking out was bloodied grass. . .

The ronin turned to go inside to clean up himself and his blade. He looked back at Taki, unconscious and bleeding, chest and modesty wide open to the world. The way a warrior should not die.

*I'm probably going to regret this...* The ronin went over to the unconscious ninja and knelt besides her. "You shouldn't die like this..."

He felt her swan's neck for ase: se: there, but weak and fading fast. He sheathed ShiShi-O and gathered the fading ninja in his arms.

So light. . .so beautiful. He shook his head. She was the enemy...she had just tried to kill him. Why was he feeling like this?

The ronin went inside his small house into his room. He laid Taki on the floor and put one of his house jackets over her; it bloodied quickly. He rapidly took out his medical kit.

A few hours and several hundred stitches later, Mitsurugi put a hand to Taki's throat. She was breathing, barely.

Both slashes had caused incredibly minimal damage---they did not do anything to her lungs or heart. Not that they were supposed to--they were only intended to driveher back.

The stab was another matter: Even though he tried to keep it as far away from her spine as possible, that meant piercing her kidney and small intestines and lacerating her liver.

The bleeding from the mouth issue was solved quickly: Taki had bitten her tongue when she fell. That was good: anything else meant that she would die quickly.

To help Taki breathe easier, Mitsurugi gently put a pillow underneath her head and neck and covered her to her shoulders. She moaned in pain and delirium: "...let me die..."

*I can't do that...* Mitsurugi thought. The ninja fell back into unconsciousness.

The seasons had been changing: the first snowfall was that night. Mitsurugi was used to the cold, as was Taki. Snow was on the ground in full force now, making travel impossible, even for a ninja.

However, in her state, Taki would die if she got too cold. The ronin yawned and pulled out his futon. He carefully placed Taki in it and covered her with two blankets this time; he settled in between them.

For the next two weeks, Mitsurugi watched Taki closely for any signs of death. She remained unconscious for the most part, except recently, to stare at him with dark chocolate eyes begging that he cut her throat and have done with it.

The ronin took it as a good sign: she was alive and healing. He'd let her go, knowing that she would either try to kill him again or commit seppuku with one of those ninjatou to her throat.

He had had the opportunity to kill her outright, but he didn't take it.

*Why didn't I kill her? Or leave her to die?* Mitsurugi asked himself. Whenever he looked at her, he felt feelings that he never had before...did he care for her?


Still comatose, Taki shifted. She felt strong arms around her---Heshiro's arms. She felt his lips all over her body, kissing everything. She felt him remove her clothes, and...

She felt betrayed. She didn't actually want to kill him, just get him in the house to speak to him. She had been 'hunting' him since they were younger to talk to him about his brother. His brother was not what he had seemed---the real Shinjiro was dead by the time she met Mitsurugi; the person she had killed was a masquerading demon.

She had to give the impression that she was hunting Mitsurugi because of the Fu-Ma. They were watching her every movement, waiting for just the right time. . .

She opened her eyes. "Unhnn... ?" She turned her head to the left to see Mitsurugi whittling and whistling a childhood tune. "...please...let me die..."

The man looked up. "I can't do that... I'm letting you live. I don't know why, but I am."

He stood up. "The snows are falling; the roads are impassable until spring. You're stuck here until then."

Taki, in her haze of pain, noticed that Mitsurugi had a softer look in his eyes. Before her own closed, she saw him get up and put a hand to her forehead.

Her temperature was good, the ronin decided. He hated to do this to a non-consenting woman, but the bandages needed to be changed...He carefully removed the woman’s wraps, exposing full-sized, beautifully formed breasts. He poked and prodded the cuts across them. They were not infected, which was good.

Taki’s eys shot open predictably. She was too weak to struggle effectively. “...stop! please...stop...” The injured woman turned over on her side and tried to get up. Mitsurugi pushed her back onto her back and pinned both wrists above her head. “...let me go...let me alone!”

“If I do that, you’ll die.”

“...let me then...” Taki stopped struggling and fell back against the futon, breathing hard.

She relaxed as Mitusurgi felt each of her breasts for more damage. He moved his hand to her stomach, just above her navel to the other wound.

His hands were amazingly soft and gentle. *please, please keep them on me a little longer...*

The ninja passed out again. Not wanting to take advantage of it, Mitsurugi quickly covered up her wounds and replaced gi. gi.

That night got inexplicably cold. Taki was shivering and a bluish tint crept into her lips. Seeing this, Mitsurugi hoped he was doing the right thing. He crawled into the bed and removed the woman clothes. Her nipples, exposed to the cold suddenly, hardened. The ronin blushed and removed his house gi and wrapped it around him and the unconscious ninja. She instinctively curled towards his body heat.

He thought some before he drifted off to sleep. She had not actually aimed for anything vital ...only legs and arms...She was rather insistent on getting in the house as well. The man put two and two together and smiled.

Taki opened her eyes to feel a strong yet gentle arm around her and morning stubble at her forehead. She looked up. Mitsurugi had crawled into the bed while she slept in an attempt to keep warm.

She didn't mind; instead, she curled closer, grateful for the warmth his handsome body was providing and waited for him to wake up.

Mitsurugi did so, around noon. Taki was sitting up, fully clothed and looking around. "Where am I?"

"My house. Good to see you're awake."

"We need to talk..." Taki bit her lip.

After a few hours of talking about years of pain, Taki was in tears in Heishiro's arms. Mitsurugi was silent, thinking about his brother. The ninja had inexorable proof that he had been a demon, but he still couldn't believe it.

“I’m truly sorry...” Taki sobbed softly in his arms. She didn’t know why, but she felt safer here than anywhere else in the world.

And Mitsurugi didn’t know why he would rather just hold her and comfort her than anything else.

He thought about the first time he had seen her...

~flashback~

He was 19... a man.

He saw his brother lying in a pool of blood, coughing out his last breath. He was on his back, looking up at a young woman with raven hair and dark chocolate eyes.

She had both of her ninjatou in his brother’s neck, right through the tattoo he had just gotten there. “Die, demon!”

He gaspn hon horror; the woman looked up.

Her eyes took in the sight of the young man on his knees---they filled with tears and something more: pity? Sorrow? Regret?

The ninja pulled both ninjatou, now bloody, out of their fleshy sheathes and started towards him. He pulled out his katana and attacked her.

She only acted defensively, never made any attempt to kill him.

He, on the other hand, scored a hit on her leg; she kicked him and staggered into the trees.

Five years later, they had met again, on the search for Soul Edge. They fought to a draw, both bleeding badly from several wounds.

The young man passed out and woke up in a farm house. Upon asking how he got here, the caretaker told him: “A woman brought you; she said to give you this.” He was given a shard of the now shattered Soul Edge.

Five years after that, they both fought against Inferno...he was gravely injured. Apparently the ninja had yet again saved his life...

“She was crying when she dropped you off here... your lover?”

“No...”

“She loved you...she told me that. She was badly injured, worse off then you. I presume she went off to die...”

~Present~

Mitsurugi sighed. At least things were a LOT clearer. And that would explain why he had escaped death at her hands numerous times---she didn’t want to kill him.

And he didn’t want to kill her. He realized that Taki was right: about Shinjiro, about him, everything was right.

He held her closer, kicking himself mentally for not noticing any of this ten years earlier. Not knowing what he was doing, nor really caring, he kissed the top of her head and soothed her further.

By this time, night had fallen. The stars were out. Taki watched a shooting star...an omen?

“It’s getting cold...” she shivered. Mitsurugi agreed and led her inside.

“I...uh...at least I’m asking this time... I need to check your wounds again...” The ronin stood on guard, preparing to duck or grab a hand is one of hers came his way.

The hand never came. “If you must.” Taki hesitantly sat down on the futon and allowed Mitusurgi to remove her gi. He gently put his hands on her right breast, looking for signs of infection.

*Oh kami...* Taki’s breathing grew coarse. *...don’t stop...*

Mitsurugi moved to the left breast and declared it free of infection as well. *Something tells me she's enjoying this to much...His hand moved from breast to breast, barely touching her soft skin. He traced the fingertips from her breast to her navel, pausing at the stab wound. It was free of infection as well.

“You’re good to go...” He did not remove his hand from her body.

Instead, he slid it along her hip to end it at the small of her back. He put the other to her face and felt it. “Please, forgive me.”

Taki’s eyes filled with tears: why was he asking her forgiveness? “No...forgive me.”

She began sobbing and looked away. Mitsurugi turned her back towards him. “I do forgive you. I cannot forgive myself for doing his to you.” He surprised her next by putting the hand that was on her cheek at the back of her neck, pulling her towards him and kissing her deeply and passionately.

The ninja’s eyes flew open, then shut in utter ecstasy. She moved her arms from their spots on her thighs to the ronin’s mid-back, then up to his night black hair.

Mitsurugi pulled Taki’s gi off and gently laid her down on the bed. He removed his gi, exposing a beautifully toned torso and abdomen. He gently kissed her again, this time along her neck and shoulders.

“What...what are you doing?” Taki gasped.

“Shh...just relax.” Mitsurugi continued kissing her, working his way down from her neck to breasts and torso.

“Please...” Taki could only gasp as Mitsurugi removed her pants. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as he gently kissed the skin above her womb. *...is he…?*

The ninja closed her eyes and let him play with her some more. They opened when the man inserted a finger into her. “Aah?!” With a fervor she had never before felt about anyone besides him, she accepted it.

Hearing her moan for more only made the ronin harder. He kissed her fiercely and removed his finger from her. He pinned both hands gently above her head and positioned himself between her legs.

He didn’t enter her yet. Taki was still in the throes of pleasure from the fingering. Mitsurugi just looked down at her in his arms. So beautiful...so dangerous...so utterly perfect.

Still keeping her arms pinned, he traced a path from her mouth down her torso, past her navel and down her right thigh. He playfully nipped her sex, sending shivers up her spine, then worked way way back to her left thigh and back up her stomach and chest. “Give up?”

Receiving nothing but a groan from Taki, Mitsurugi pulled himself closer to her, so that the tip of his throbbing manhood was against her clit. He rubbed himself from her clit to her anus over and over, eliciting soft moans from her.

“...take me now!...” She whispered.

He was more than happy to oblige, though he wanted to tease her a bit more. He inserted himself in only a little bit, then pulled out. He thrust harder into her, going in about halfway this time, and pulled out again.

He wanted her to want him. He moved her arms from above her head to her sides and pushed into her, three quarters in this time. He didn’t pull out, though, nor did he thrust in farther.

Instead, Mitsurugi nipped and bit Taki playfully all over her stomach, chest and neck.

“Oh, god, take me!”

Mitsurugi covered her mouth with his and released Taki’s arms; they wrapped around his midsection and shoulders. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this...” he whispered into her ear.

“Neither can I...” Taki kissed him on the tip of his nose.

Mitsurugi began thrusting into her, with a slow beat at first that crescendoed into a rolling wave of pleasure for Taki. His groin exploded into a fiery white flower, sending tendrils of pleasure up and down his spine. “Ahh—Taki ...!”

The last thrust he made sent Taki reeling over the edge as well. She arched her back and shouted as ecstasy coursed its way up through her stomach and torso. “Oh god, Heishiro!”

Panting and sweating, both calmed down; Mitsurugi laid his head on Taki’s chest. “God, you’re beautiful...”

Taki was breathless; she smiled and kissed the top of his head, the only part she could reach. “That was incredible.”

“Not too painful?”

“...no.” Taki smiled. “Not even for the first time.”

Mitsurugi smiled. “Well...there’s a t fot for everything.”

Both fell asleep in each other’s arms.