Shinobi no Uta: Chapter 6Chapter 6: PoisonThe ninja of Iga crept quietly from their meeting room and out into their own village. Saryu was in charge of keeping watch for approaching enemies; he sat high in the branches of a tree just outside the village. Yoriko, as his responsibility, was quietly sitting next to him. In Saryu's hands was a short bow, with a quiver of arrows slung over his back. He carried nine arrows, counting the one that was already notched on the bowstring. To accommodate the quiver, Saryu had removed his sword, but it was a trade that made sense."How am I supposed to see ninja approaching?" Yoriko whined, in a soft whisper."You aren't supposed to see them. You hear them," Saryu whispered back, "So stop talking."Yoriko quietly scanned the darkness. The silence was deafening: It took on a weight that pressed down on her other senses. Everything seemed to blend into shades of black and midnight blue. The Koga ninja had chosen a good night for an attack indeed: The sky was full of dark clo
Shinobi no Uta: Chapter 5Chapter 5: SilenceIn the depth of night, a crowd of seated figures sat cramped together inside a long room, with another seated figure at its head. While most of figures were clad in normal, dark blue ninja uniforms, the man seated before them wore metal forearm and shin guards, as well as a wooden mask that was carved to look like the face of an oni, a Japanese ogre."So, Kuromaru is dead?" he said, in a solemn, steady tone. His voice was like footsteps on silk."Yes Onikaze-sama." said one of the ninja in the group.The masked man sighed. "Oh, this is troublesome... the Iga ninja may see his actions as a declaration of war. With our forces spread so thinly, we cannot mount any kind of sufficient defense.""So what do we do?" asked a female voice in the crowd.Onikaze chuckled, a soft, hollow sound. "It's simple. We attack first. If they are not expecting the attack, it will be a swift victory for the Koga ninja."The ninja all bowed to him silently, showing their agreement."Then th
Shinobi no Uta: Chapter 4Chapter 4: Hidden BladeThe sun slowly crept into the room through the translucent windows, casting log shadows across the floor. The rays found their way into Yoriko's eyes, waking her. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and turned to look at Saryu, who still slept. He slept fully dressed, laying on his side, with his jet black hair tussled and nearly covering his eyes. He had a content look on his face, and though it wasn't a smile, it was enough to make Yoriko herself smile. If it wasn't for the scar, he would look just like a normal child. Yoriko stood and stretched, her glossy black hair flowing down her back and shoulders. She looked out the window for a moment, then back to Saryu, and nearly fell over in shock; Saryu was not only awake, but standing only a foot away from her."You're up early." he said flatly."Yeah." she said back, too groggy to say anything else. She looked down at her clothes, a black Yukatta she'd borrowed from Kuromaru the previous day, and patted them down. "Sar
Peace AgainI used to write long poems, I used to read at night.I used to let my talent soar, and let my mind take flight.There was a time I loved things, and never thought to fear,But those times ended long ago, or at least, since this year.It started with my foolish love, a thing that I will never miss,It ended with hate and disgust, and then an evil, fatal kiss.Still it haunts me in my mind, it haunts me in the stagnant air,It haunts me with their stinging lies, it haunts me with her stabbing stare.I started caring what they thought, I started thinking I was wrong.I thought the evil of my ways was that I tried to get along.But now I know that friends are rare, and quick friends are just waiting traps,So now my summer is just peace, and stress-less, self-indulgent naps.
Shinobi no Uta: Chapter 3Chapter 3: Looming ShadowsAs the sun slowly rose on a new day, it painted everything in shades of orange and red. The shadows were long and imposing, but unmoving, except for the shadow of a boy in a bamboo hat.Yoriko woke first to the knocking on the door, while Kuromaru slept quietly. As she groggily blinked her eyes, it took her awhile to figure out where the harsh sound was coming from. One she realized what it was, instead of getting up and answering the door herself, she simply picked up her pillow and threw it at Kuromaru's still body.Kuromaru let out a loud gasping snore, sat up, and opened his eyes all at once. "Whuh?" was the only thing he said."Mr. Ninja, open up the door." said Yoriko with a slurred moan.Kuromaru slowly stood to his feet. "Ok, I'm on it, sheesh."Kuromaru slid open the door and was instantly greeted by an angry emerald stare."What took you so long?" said Saryu, with his usual cold drone."... Saryu, it's too early. We don't have a mission today so cou
Shinobi no Uta: Chapter 2Chapter 2: Dawn of MemoriesOutside the gates of the burning castle, three figures sat in the darkness. The orange-red flames contrasted sharply against the night sky, but the three had positioned themselves directly against the stone wall on the side of the castle, where the light wouldn't reveal them. The two ninja were crouched on all fours while the girl in the elegant kimono sat on her knees in the traditional manner."Tell me you're kidding. I never thought even you could be this much of an idiot."Saryu's voice, although soft, still managed to cut deep. He shook his head and looked up at Kuromaru with sheer aggravation etched into his eyes.Kuromaru stammered, unable to look his companion in the eye. "I.. I just thought, you know, it'd be nice to bring a girl around and... um, you're always so serious, maybe you should lighten up just this once..."Yoriko maintained an uneasy smile throughout the entire exchange, but massaged one hand with the other uneasily.Saryu narrowed his
Shinobi no Uta: Chapter 1Chapter 1: Moonlight DemonsA moth, lured by a flashing beacon, a hopeful light, flew into an open window. The light was a flame; the moth grew warmer and warmer as it neared it. But the moth never thought to turn away, it didn't understand what a flame was! The moment it touched the thrashing yellow light, its fragile wing was smoked, charred, and in the blink of an eye, the rest of it followed.The flame grew dimmer for an instant as the moth burned. Before the creature died, however, the flame was quickly blown out. A few moments later, a white spark shot out from the total darkness and re-lit the flame, yet what remained of the moth was still lost in the darkness.The flame's light revealed two hands above it, one holding a straight, razor-sharp knife and the other holding a small piece of flint. Again the flame was blown out, and a few moments later the spark appeared again and re-lit it. This continued for awhile: from just a few paces away, it would be mistaken for a firefly.Th