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The Spanish Ninja in Japan: A Sequel (book 2)	By : lilwitch Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The months passed again and soon, spring gave way to summer. The sweltering Japanese heat and its humidity were enough to make me sweat to death. I suppose my summers I spent on the beaches of Barcelona and along the coast of Andalucía were nothing compared to this.
The shrill buzz of the cicadas nearly deafened me and I wondered how Japanese people stayed sane in the summertime.
Geki suggested we move to the countryside. Though the droning of the cicadas were not any quieter there, with in fact, several decibels louder it seemed, he assured me the Kanzuki clan would not pursue us there. After taking his claim, he knew the wrath of the entire Kanzuki estate was upon him and since he had trained the ninjas himself, he knew they were formidable.
We moved into the mountains, surrounded by lush, cool forests. The peace and quiet was as foreign to my ears as the sounds of the city. He brought me to a small hut; I assumed this was where he lived. We seemed miles away from anyone.
Geki and I sat outside, cross-legged; he twirled the tip of his dagger into the palm of his hand and a gentle breeze blew through our hair.
"So, is this where we will mediate?" I asked one day.
He chuckled.
"Is that what you think this is?" he sighed. "While that is one part of it, that is not why I brought you here."
"Then, why Geki sensei?"
"I do not wish the Kanzuki clan to find us and here they will not."
It was my turn to chuckle and I folded my arms.
"So, you are running from a bunch of angry women?"
He lifted his head to look at me.
"Have you learned nothing from your defeat?"
My eyes widened.
"Defeat?" I exclaimed. "I won! I beat that prissy girl fair and square!"
"And if I had not intervened? What would you have done after she tended her wounds?"
"After? What do you mean? She was weak! She could hardly stand when I was done!"
"She broke your claw and could have easily shattered your precious mask. That girl has more power than any girl I've ever seen! Miss Kanzuki has been training since she was even younger than she is now. I have never seen a girl work so hard!"
"She's weak!" I growled. "Weak! Women are weak, pitiful creatures who shriek at the sight of their own blood and I swear, I will make her bleed again!"
He chuckled with a sigh and shook his head.
"Someday you will learn and I promise you will not enjoy it."
"No, she will learn and I will be the one to enjoy it. She will learn her place. Women are only good for one thing and one thing alone. There is nothing else they should be doing."
"And...what is that?" Geki implored, his eyebrows cocked and I knew he knew the answer.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"You know."
"I have never met anyone as ruled by their passions as you."
"You trained Marc Antoní Gauldera, did you not?"
"Indeed, but even he conceded defeat by his betters and mastered himself."
I scoffed again.
"He? He has far less control of his emotions than I do, that I know! I suppose you think that he is better than I am!"
"So you admit it, ne?" he grinned.
"I was being sarcastic!" I hissed. "What?" I blinked, caught off guard by his vexed expression.
"Oh, you—wait, never mind." I grumbled. I was in no mood to explain myself; the intricacies of Western speech were lost on the Eastern mind—sarcasm, that is.
"I am bored! There is nothing to do. No one to fight—but you."
"Then I shall have to keep you entertained." Geki replied, his eyes gleaming.
Geki was nothing if not persistent at keeping me on my guard at all times. I spent many nights alone in the dark with nothing but the moon to light my way. I listened to the wind in the trees and the chirping of insects and birds. My hearing seemed to be sharpened at night and I had no fear of the dark. I knew there were no people for miles around, except some distant village where the people kept to themselves.
Strangely, I felt a kind of peace there. I did not expect to feel such a way, being alone. I had never truly been alone my entire life and though it was a strange feeling, I began to grow accustomed to it out in the wilderness. Here, I had nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. My memories of past events sometimes crept out like the shadows around me, but I was quick to dismiss them; and among them, my mother became a distant, clouded memory the more I became focused on my training.
I became more self-reliant than I had ever been, clad in shadows and moving through the forest like the wind in the trees. I moved freely around the forest, practicing my attacks and sparring with Geki sensei whenever I had the chance.
It was on one of these days while I was in the forest, I came to a clearing with a small waterfall and a pool. I saw 2 men splashing water on themselves and each other; one was clearly Japanese. He had a very muscular build and short dark hair; the other was a Westerner of some sort, fair skin and long blonde hair that hung in a loose ponytail down his back. They were both shirtless but the Japanese man wore white gi pants and the Westerner wore vibrant red.
They were oblivious to my existence as I watched them from above in my perch among the trees. They were happily laughing and talking and I could see they must have been friends. I could not hear all of what they were saying but I could hear their tone of voice. The Westerner seemed to be speaking some form of English, though by his accent I came to the unfortunate conclusion that he was...an American. I could all but hide my disgust at the thought; his companion sounded as if he spoke in Japanese, his friend speaking back to him in English as if there were no barrier at all.
I put my mask on and drew my hood up around my head. I decided it was time to say hello.
I dropped down to the ground, landing squarely on my feet before the 2 boys. They whirled around, their arms raised in a fighting stance when they saw me.
"What the hell?" exclaimed the American.
"Nante koto da?" echoed his Japanese friend.
"Yeah, you said it, buddy!" drawled the blonde. "Who the hell are you and where did you come from?"
I chuckled.
"I am...everywhere..." I said, using my best English, and I gestured with my hands.
"You're...you're not Japanese..." said the American in his peculiar accent.
I laughed.
"No...but, neither are you!"
"Hey! Shows what you know, pal! I'm half!"
I raised my eyebrows and studied his features a moment; he had dark brown eyes framed by rather bushy dark long eyebrows with his almond eyes showing the features of his Japanese heritage rested upon his smooth, clear, clean-shaven face. His long blonde hair was of the bleached sort and it was nearly as long as my own, tied back with a long red ribbon. There was something shining back at me in his fierce dark eyes that I could not deny and yet, I found him handsome-to say the least.
I smirked from beneath my mask and folded my arms.
"Hmm. So you are."
"So, are you gonna take off your mask or...are you too ugly?" said the handsome blonde with a smirk. His tenacity was almost a shock but being nothing but an uncouth American, I had come to expect it from him. His vulgarity did little to detract from his good looks, however.
"As you wish."
I pushed back my hood and removed my mask. I could not help to be pleased at his inevitable expression as he saw my handsome face. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped; his Japanese friend was no different.
"Does my beauty intoxicate you?"
The blonde American let out a frustrated growl.
"Just who the fuck are you anyway?"
"I am Vega Fabio de Cerna i la serda, Grandee de España-" his eyes glazed for a moment and I chuckled. "But you may call me Vega, if it pleases you."
He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, ok, dude. Whatever. I'm Ken Masters and this is my friend, Ryu."
Ryu folded his arms and nodded. I could tell he was a quiet man but his gleaming eyes told me all I needed to know.
"Charmed." I growled.
"So, what the fuck do you want, Ve-ga?" snickered Ken, putting an unnecessary accent on my given name.
"Since you so eloquently asked, I am studying ninjutsu under Master Geki in the mountains not far from here and I saw you two."
"Geki?" exclaimed Ken and he looked at Ryu with a scowl. "Spying on us, huh?'
"You know of him?" I asked, seeing their flustered faces.
"Hmmph! You could say that." snickered Ken and Ryu gave a disapproving growl.
"Anyone who serves Geki is no good! Fight me!" exclaimed Ken, raising his fists. I stepped back involuntarily. "Put 'em up, pretty boy!"
I had the sudden urge to break all of his pretty white teeth from his pretty mouth.
"Pretty boy? You dare to call me one? Typical American!" I spat. I could not deny how handsome he was, though it was a far different beauty than Remy's or even my own.
There was something there that I could not deny, whether it be the fact that he was a blonde with long hair like mine, or the fact he was a foreigner as I was. I could not be certain. "Although...you are the prettiest American boy I have ever seen…" I smirked.
"What are you, man? Switch-hitter or somethin'?" he and Ryu burst into laughter. Some crude American reference, no doubt.
He rolled his eyes. "Come on, man! Or are you just talk?" he persisted.
I slipped my mask back on.
"You must be in love with death!"
"Ha, right. Like your kitty claws scare me! Fight me, 'Don Quixote'."
"Vale…" I said, circling them closely and taking position. It was clear to me he was as eager as I was to prove himself and at that I would oblige him-even if it meant his death. Ryu stood beside him, fists raised and equally ready to fight beside his friend. It mattered not to me; they would both perish if they wished it.
"¡Adelante!"
I swiped towards Ken with my claw and he easily dodged my attack with a chuckle. Ryu barreled towards me now, punching at me and kicking. I threw my arms up and blocked his attack, back-flipping and easily throwing the 2 boys backwards, the water splashing as they hit.
Ken growled, running at me again and I threw my arms up, anticipating his attack. This time however, I had no time to react as he began to spin in the air, whirling kicks at me and hitting me square in the chest.
"Tatsumaki Senpukyaku!" he cried, the force of his kicks knocking me back.
I did not let it slow me down, however, and I rolled myself forward on the ground, my claw aimed at his legs. I knocked Ken off his feet while Ryu jumped and evaded my attack. I jumped up, hitting Ryu in the shoulder. Ken stood up slowly, his legs bleeding with deep cuts and turning the water red. I landed gracefully on my feet. Confident in my power, I was not about to let them out-do me.
Their chests heaving, they took position again, each one circling around me-Ken in front of me and Ryu behind, his already tattered white sleeveless gi stained with blood from deep gashes on his chest and shoulder.
I turned slowly, sizing them both up as they surrounded me.
My eyes widened as they both put their palms out, Ryu's glowed with a fiery orange energy and Ken's with a blue one. I learned from Remy well and I knew if their energy hit me at the same time, there would be no getting out of it.
"Hadouken!" they cried.
Flying into the air, I aimed towards a thick trunk of a tree, bounding off of it, my arms outstretched as I flew through the air with a cry. I aimed myself at Ken, tackling him before his shot came out, I punched his face with my right hand and swiped at him with the left. Ryu's fiery ball of energy surged passed my ear. To my surprise, he grabbed me, rolling backwards and throwing me with his foot.
"Hyah!"
I landed in the water face first with a heavy splash. The force temporarily forced the air from my lungs but a ninja must not hesitate and I did not, rising to my feet quickly before either of them could get in another blow.
"Asshole!" Ken panted, spitting out blood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I laughed and dove into the air once more. I was content to make him bleed. I failed however, to anticipate Ryu's moves as he too jumped into the air, his fist connecting with my jaw.
"Shoryuken!" he exclaimed.
Mask or not, hitting my face was unforgivable. I would have to teach this stoic Japanese boy a lesson before I got back to maiming the pretty-boy American.
I fell from the air like a dying sparrow but I landed on my feet, something I learned quickly from my ninja training. The splash as he landed soaked me and I laughed at him.
"Disappointed?" I sneered, switching to Japanese.
He grunted his disapproval, his bushy eyebrows scowling back at me and I laughed.
"Now, I am going to make you pay! You will bleed your atonement for me." and I walked towards him, my clawed hand outstretched towards the pulsing vein in his neck.
"No fucking way!" cried Ken, flying at me again. "I am going to hadouken you all the way back to...to where ever it is you came from!" I sniggered.
"Fat, lazy, American pig! Your greed is your undoing. You Americans think you are so special when you can't even point to another country on a map! How crude. You are just more ripe for the slaughter! I am going to slaughter you both, and purify this beautiful Japanese wilderness with your blood! I will free it yet from your corruption! I pity Ryu for befriending you; now, he is dripping with your poison."
I motioned them forward with my hand.
"Come, then. Come to your slaughter! Maybe I will be merciful...but, then again...perhaps not."
"You crazy son of a bitch! Who do you think you are?" hissed Ken.
I smirked.
"Your death."
I grabbed Ryu by his gi and he began to form an energy ball in his hands.
"Enough!" roared a voice. I released Ryu and we all turned towards the sound.
An old man stood at the edge of the pond. He was balding on the top of his head with long white hair, a big white beard, and he wore a black gi top and white pants with a belt fashioned out of rope; he also wore what I assumed were large prayer beads around his neck. Though he was elderly I could see that he was well-built and he took good care of his physique despite his advanced age.
"Sensei!" Ken and Ryu replied in union, kneeling before him.
The old man waded in the water towards us and the two fighters kept their heads bowed.
"What is this?" the old man growled. I stood rigidly, my hands at my sides, not bowing, not moving.
"I leave you to practice your forms and what do I find you two doing? Fighting? With this...ninja rabble?" the disdain was clear in his voice.
"Sensei, hontou ni gomennasai." replied Ryu in a low voice and his teacher sighed.
"Ken, Ryu, tattekudasai!"
"Hai." they replied in unison, standing and bowing.
"And you, outsider, go back to your master! Geki is waiting!"
I heard a splash and looked behind me to see Geki.
"And you, Gouken sensei, who are you to denounce my student?"
"Ninja filth!" the old man spat. "Is this how you let your students behave?"
Geki stood beside me and folded his arms.
"I am sorry for the disruption of your students, Gouken sensei, but I am afraid I cannot vouch for his behavior; he is a gaijin and he will not learn."
My jaw hung open and his eyes narrowed at me.
"Perhaps I should let Ken teach him a lesson, then! He is only half Japanese but behaves as a proper student…"
"Let me show him, Sensei!" exclaimed Ken, eagerly stepping forward.
"Silence, Ken,"
"I do not need to be taught anything by you, pretty boy." I hissed.
"Shut up, Vega!" hissed Geki.
"Hey I told you, Pal, I don't swing that way!"
"Enough, Ken!" growled his master.
Geki grinned, a grin that looked like it might hurt his face.
"And how long did it take you to train his arrogant American ways out of him?"
Gouken grumbled, rubbing the back of his head and sighed.
"Longer than it should have, but Ryu was a good influence on him."
"Gouken sensei, I am truly sorry for this disruption. Return to your dojo and we will not bother you again. Vega, iku yo." said Geki, turning to me with a sharp glare.
We returned home and there was a heavy silence.
"You must be proud of yourself." Geki said, turning to me. I read his dark eyes and they flashed, his jaw set and he frowned.
"You are upset at me, Sensei?" I asked, shifting my weight and folding my arms. "Why?"
"Gaijin dakara…"
"Oh no, you do not get to blame the fact that I am a foreigner on me!" I hissed.
"It is clear to me, Vega, that you are...un-teachable."
"Un-teachable?" I cried, my voice rising. "What does that even mean?"
He grunted and shook his head.
"You have been…difficult." he replied, tilting his head with some hesitation.
I snickered.
"Is that all? I have always been difficult, Sensei."
"I have let you disrespect me so far. It is part of the process between student and teacher but, I would have never allowed you to be so disrespectful from an elder."
"They disrespected you! And that old man-"
"That old man," he interjected, "knows more in a single punch than you will in your lifetime!"
"He disrespected you, Sensei-and me."
"Me! Me me me! That is all you speak of. Is there no one else in this world?"
I chewed my lip, clenching my fists and my chest tightened. Oh, there was all right, but as long as I was in this world, I would never speak her name again.
"Sou sou. Yappari ne." he smirked.
"You are not perfect, Sensei! You blame everything on me being a foreigner when there is plenty at fault here!"
His dark eyes widened and the smirk left his face.
"Perhaps you should take a better look at the world! Not all foreigners are the same...or do we just all look alike?" I accused.
"Baka gaijin!" he spat, "I was a fool for even considering to do this! Get out of my sight, or I will kill you." he replied, turning away.
"Asshole!" I yelled.
It was not customary for me to swear, though I suppose given the situation, it seemed right. Remy had more of an influence on me than I thought, such word being his moniker.
I decided I was going to get out of here, one way or another. There had to be a village nearby, and thus a phone.
I wandered through the dense, deep forest unafraid. Every creak of every branch, and crunch of every leaf, I stood ready to fight.
I heard a noise behind me, whirling around and ready to fight. I assumed it was Geki ambushing me again.
"Show yourself!" I commanded in Japanese, looking all around.
"Gauldera!" I cried.
My mentor stood before me, dressed in the same dark uniform that I wore, his mask hanging loosely around his neck. He smiled and folded his arms in his customary way.
"Surprised to see me, boy?" he drawled. No matter how he spoke, it seemed his voice always dripped with malice, nearly masked by a warmth shining in his green eyes.
"What are you doing here? You are a-a ninja?" I cried.
"I am...a lot of things." he said in his usual enigmatic way. "Besides, I said I would check in on you and I couldn't resist seeing how my best pupil has fared in the hands of Master Geki. I see his rough country boy ways have rubbed off on you. Do you always address people so crudely in Japanese?"
I sighed and rubbed the back of my head.
"I am no country boy, but he is the only one to teach me Japanese. Besides, his English is just as crude."
Marc Antoni laughed heartily at my response.
"Geki speaks fine English...when he wishes. His xenophobia always left a bad taste in my mouth though."
"How is my mother?" I asked, my arms folded and shifting my weight on my hips. Though I had no intention of ever speaking of her again, it seemed my lips had betrayed me.
"Are you sure you want to know? This seems hardly the place and I wouldn't want you to lose focus on your...training."
"Damn the training! Damn Geki! How is she, Gauldera? Tell me now!" I hissed.
Marc Antoni gave a heavy sigh and I saw the same mournful look on his face from before.
"She is really no better since you left. Her depression only grew; she blames herself as she believes she's lost you for good."
"You said you would take care of her!" I snapped.
"And I have given her the best that money can buy!"
"You left her alone!" I cried. "I will kill you, old man!"
"You know, I realize that such a term is merely an expression but, do you not remember that I am close to your mother's age? Or have you failed to see the fine lines growing on her face? You would never win, that I am sure. You are good but not as good as me."
"I killed Miguel! I can do it again." I said coldly.
"But I did no such thing, Vega! She is not alone. But do you really think I have time to look after her when I have to be here? I must continue my business here and if I left, you could never get home."
"What does that mean?" I spat back.
"You are only here because you are supposed to be here. You have no other way of leaving this country without me."
"You bastard!" I screamed. "You can leave me here all you wish! But how could you let her suffer? She was your responsibility—you promised—and a true nobleman never breaks his word!"
"How could I possibly help a woman who refuses to take responsibility for herself?"
I balled my fists tight.
"God in heaven, I hate you! I am going to kill you, old man...if it's the last thing I do!"
True to form, he only smiled at me.
"If you ever try, it will be the last thing you do. I promise."
"Without her, I am dead anyway. I would see you suffer for all the pain she is in."
"Even if I am not to blame?"
"But you are, always have been. I am certain of it."
"Suit yourself. If it is one thing I have learned, I cannot change your mind. And may I point out that you are the one who mentioned her in the first place?"
"No, no you can't. Not ever. Don't you ever talk about her again! I don't want to hear about her, I don't want to think about her." I chewed my lip and sighed, debating about whether or not I should tell him about my current situation.
"Fine. What is it, boy?"
I growled in frustration.
"Geki threw me out." I declared unceremoniously.
His green eyes widened for a moment and then he laughed.
"Well, you certainly lasted longer than I thought you would!"
My chest tightened and my jaw set.
"Hey! I was defending his honor! Isn't that what a good student does?"
"I think you'll find that Geki needs no defending. Besides, he does not play by the rules. Now, how could that have possibly happened way out here?"
"I was training one day and I came across two boys practicing karate by a lake. One was an American and he picked a fight with me."
He scoffed.
"Yes, he does sound American... but uh, what were they doing out here?"
"Apparently, they live with their master up here in the mountains, training."
Marc Antoní moved his hand to his chin in thought.
"Master Gouken?"
"Yes!" I cried and he shook his head.
"Oh dear." I furrowed my brows in frustration.
"What?"
"That is one fight you should have stayed out of! Gouken and Geki are rivals; fierce rivals and they hate each other."
"How was I to know that? Geki never told me anything! Only to go out and explore, practice my forms."
"Well, sometimes, the greatest lessons you learn by yourself. Geki is not so hands on, you noticed?"
I gave a wry smile.
"Yes. I still do not understand why I am here."
"Well, I was hoping you had figured that out by now, but oh well…" I growled under my breath.
"I sent you to him because I believe in your power. I knew trying to teach you anything would be nearly impossible, but it was worth a try."
"If you thought I was that bad, you should have never brought me here!" I hissed, my anger welling up in my throat, my fists clenching.
He laughed and it did nothing quell my anger.
"Vega, you are not bad. Do you not see?"
"What?" I cried.
"You are powerful, boy. Very powerful. You survived Geki's attacks and you were able to best him, I'm told. He is a skilled ninja and not many can say the same."
"Yes, he took out the Kanzuki estate. I helped him."
"Did you now? If that does not convince you of your power, what will?"
I folded my arms and shifted my weight.
"I guess. Only…"
"Only?"
"I've failed."
"No, you haven't. It simply means you are ready to move onto the next phase."
"What phase?" I questioned.
His green eyes gleamed like his beaming smile.
"Your life."
I cocked my head. His enigmatic responses drove me crazy.
With that, we began to walk through the forest towards a clearing and towards some sort of civilization.
GLOSSARY:
nante koto da yo - What the hell?! (Japanese)
vale - OK (Spanish)
¡Adelante! - Come at me! (Spanish)
sou sou Yappari ne - Yeah yeah, I figured as much. (Japanese)
gaijin dakara - Because you're foreign... (Japanese)
Sensei, hontou ni gomennasai - I'm sorry, teacher. (Japanese)
tattekudasai - Stand up! (Japanese)
baka gaijin - stupid foreigner (Japanese)
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