dragonrazor
Boobies...BOOBIES....
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Jason sighed, looking at his watch. Then he went back to staring at the sword he was moments away from buying. It was an old sword, a katana. The old man selling it watched the young man from the window. He'd seen the gaze the young man had had on the sword for years. He figured it was about time to pass it on. But the old man knew more about Jason than he let on.
Jason's last name was Hayabusa. That was unusual enough, being a Japanese last name on a young man who didn't look remotely Japanese. What was odd was the origin of that name. This young American man was the last descendant of the Hayabusa clan, protectors of the Dark Dragon and Dragon swords.
An hour away, a young woman was receiving her target from her master. She was a Shinobi. A kunoichi, specifically. She was among the best of her clan, and her target was a young man. Her lavender eyes narrowed, and she knelt low as she accepted the mission.
Hours later, Jason walked out of the shop with the old katana. He held it gently in a box, as he walked to his car. He drove home, unaware he was being followed. The young Kunoichi in question was tailing him effortlessly, running along rooftops. He almost caught her twice, and she'd had to duck out of the way to avoid being seen. Jason frowned each time, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
the kunoichi, Ayane
Jason's last name was Hayabusa. That was unusual enough, being a Japanese last name on a young man who didn't look remotely Japanese. What was odd was the origin of that name. This young American man was the last descendant of the Hayabusa clan, protectors of the Dark Dragon and Dragon swords.
An hour away, a young woman was receiving her target from her master. She was a Shinobi. A kunoichi, specifically. She was among the best of her clan, and her target was a young man. Her lavender eyes narrowed, and she knelt low as she accepted the mission.
Hours later, Jason walked out of the shop with the old katana. He held it gently in a box, as he walked to his car. He drove home, unaware he was being followed. The young Kunoichi in question was tailing him effortlessly, running along rooftops. He almost caught her twice, and she'd had to duck out of the way to avoid being seen. Jason frowned each time, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
the kunoichi, Ayane
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