雨滴: Russian Knives


Its only taken a month or so to give you the next chapter in Ame’s chronicles, I had to research on knife fight and make sure it was authentic and enjoyable for you all to read ^^;


Her body had shifted and more aware of her surroundings, finishing her Cosmopolitan, Ame stepped away from her corner of the dance floor and walked past the other drunk patrons. She had been discovered by the spy which meant it was only time until the Russian Mafia would find her here too. Placing her cocktail on one of the tall tables, Ame headed towards the exit of Space Ibiza only to catch sight of a knife whizzing past her head, stepping to the side she watched it smash into her cocktail, glass shattering and the knife pinning to the table.

Looking straight ahead, she scanned the heavy crowd her dark eyes glazing over each individual before catching sight of platinum blonde hair. One other person she knew from high school had hair like this, but Ame knew that Jossie wouldn’t be in New York City. No, this hair belonged to someone else, someone who was staring at Ame with a smirk and waving at her with a knife in hand.

The Russian Mafia was here.

Quickly diverting left and mingling into the crowd, Ame threw her kunai towards the Russian woman who turned her head and ducked avoiding the flying weapon, the Japanese knife smashing into one of the light strobes and shattering. Patrons nearby screamed and quickly ran away and those too drunk or confused surrounding them quickly followed suit. Amidst the chaos, Ame grabbed two more kunais from her lace corset and headed towards the Russian, she did not have her favourite katana with her but she would have to make do with her knives if she was too survive.

Pushing past the dancers, the blonde woman saw Ame and her smirk widened grabbing another knife from her thigh-high boot and ran towards the Japanese young woman. With the crowd dispersing around them on the dance floor, Ame jabbed her kunai towards the Russian’s chest, the platinum hair woman blocking it with her knife while attempting to slash Ame’s stomach with one of her knives, Ame quickly leaned back and blocked it with her kunai. She spun around in her heels and aimed for another hit, their blades clashed again and again as the heavy metal electronica beat was still playing though the dj was no longer around to watch the women fight.

Blocking another blow to her thighs, Ame flipped her kunai in her right hand and elbowed the Russian mafia in the face who stumbled backwards and hissed at her “You may have won against Shun Hui, but I am better trained than a Triad” the assassin spat out blood and leaped forward with a fierce cry both knives raised. Ame’s dark eyes widened and she quickly rolled to the left, hearing the Russian’s booted feet run towards her, she whipped around only to get a half roundhouse kick into her side that sent her crashing into the bar tables surrounding the dance floor.

Groaning, Ame jumped back up and brushed off the broken glass off her body, throwing one of her kunais in fury for being kicked down, the Russian woman smirked and swatted it aside with one of her knives and ran towards Ame, the Yakuza jumped onto the second platform and grabbed the first kunai she had thrown, flipping both her blades in her hand and lunging forward kunai outstretched. Bad move. Ame saw the assassin side step her and slash towards her from behind, sharp pain ripped across the Yakuza’s upper back and she cried out stumbling forward.

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Reaching up with a tentative hand, Ame felt warm liquid drip onto her fingers from an open wound on her back. The bitch had cut her! Screaming in rage, she spun around again and charged towards the Russian once again their blades clashed and their arms blocked each other’s attacks. Ame’s eyes were a darkened haze of anger and frustration, grabbing the other woman’s platinum hair and kneeing her in the stomach, the Russian woman doubled over coughing as she collapsed and Ame swung her kunai scraping the assassin’s upper left earlobe.

The Russian rolled across the dance floor and leaped back onto her feet as the two females faced off again, this time the Russian threw one of her knives making Ame arch backwards before coming back up and jabbing her kunai forward aiming for her face, the Russian grabbed Ame’s wrist with one hand tutting in a mocking manner “Wrong move again Hayato” before bending down and swinging her leg out and sweeping Ame off the floor and onto her backside. Ame fell backwards not before catching sight of another silver slash followed by more pain, this time coming from her thighs.

Blood oozed out of two cuts on both thighs and Ame hunched forward in shock as she crawled away ignoring the increasing pain in her upper back, she was losing…she never lost in a fight. Still clutching onto one of her kunais, she attempted to make a stand only to feel the Russian grab one of her left wrist, her katana hand and break it. Ame heard and felt her bone shatter and she screamed out in hot pain as another kick landed on her abdomen and she was sent flying across the dance floor. Crashing against the second platform, Ame couldn’t move she felt cold and a growing numbness along with the same sharp pain from her wounds.

The platinum Russian walked towards her slowly, her confident smile growing wider “You are broken little Ame” she taunted yet again, Ame leaned against the wall and waited for the end. But it never came. Instead all the lights went out and the music was cut off, she felt a warm embrace easily scoop her off the floor, she whimpered out weakly and she heard a soft, calming voice “Easy Ame-chan, I got you” Ame blinked in the darkness as she was carried out of the club “Min-ata?” before she blanked out into unconciousness.

Back in Space Ibiza, the lights flashed on but the music did not resume and the Russian saw her prey was no longer on the floor only small pools of blood remained of where Ame had laid. Gripping her knives she hissed in frustration only to hear the clicking of heels behind her followed by the sound of a katana being unsheathed. The assassin hesitated in turning around because she knew there was only one explaination of why the youngest Hayato was safe. Her older sister, the Hinotori was behind her.

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