By EliadS

Ibuki is sleeping peacefully in her bed, after her tough battles. Her aching body demanded rest as soon as she reached her room. So she complied with her body's urges and rested. Now according to the alarm clock by her bed it is 3 in the morning.

Ibuki wakes up at the sound of the high pitched buzzing sound. The sound pierces the air and doesn't cease until Ibuki slams her fist unto the alarm clock. She presses the on/off button this way and brings the room into silence once more.

"Uuuuuhh" Ibuki groans as she pulls herself into a sitting position. Her eyes are still closed and by the looks of her, she could use another few good hours of sleep. She slowly opens her eyes and yawns audibly. Oh my god…I'm beat…d**n freaking missions and Blackmailing villains." She thinks as she shakes the cobwebs out of her eyes.

She rubs her eyes with one hand and closes them tightly, a strong pain pounds in her head and her eyes burn. She then uses her free hand to throw the blanket aside. Then she puts her hands on the sides of the bed and pushes herself off the bed using her hands.

She lands on her feet, her legs are a little wobbly but she manages to stand straight. She then looks at her watch and rolls her eyes "Oh joy…3am…my favorite hour…" she muses sarcastically to herself.

Then she turns to a chair that rests beside her bed; her ninja uniform is neatly folded upon it. She quickly undresses and changes into it as fast as her tired body allows her to. Then she gathers her gear into a backpack; finally she straps on her wrist guards, Kunai and Katana.

Then she inhales deeply and closes her eyes "Here we go again…Yakuza base…here I come" Ibuki thinks and walks up to the window. She opens it and stands on the rail of the house, then she closes the window behind her before leaping down.

She lands lightly on the balls of her feet behind the house and away from any peering eyes. She remembers the words spoken by the Yakuza boss when she "helped" him open up the first time they met “Its in an underground complex under our arena in Central Tokyo…” he said at the time.

She looks around and upon seeing and sensing she is alone she begins carefully walking through the dark and shadowy streets of Tokyo. She is careful to stay away from public areas and uses side streets and alleys mostly, rarely passing in public streets to say on the safe side. Also she walks carefully and stealthy and in the shadows to avoid drawing anyone's attention despite the cost of time and frustration due to that fact.

Yashira is siting beside a dark oak desk. He is leaning back into a chair and laying his feet on the table. A smug and satisfied smile is plastered upon his face as he looks upwards toward the ceiling.

His two bodyguards are beside the door, one on each side. Both are in the same attire, black clothes and a trench coat. Their facade is cold and their eyes, which are hidden behind a set of black sunglasses, emphasize their cold exterior even more.

"I certainly beat that stupid Gaishou, didn't I boys?" Yashira says and chuckles.

His bodyguards nod in unison. Not daring to say anything or god forbid argue with their superior.

"Tell you what boys…I'm in a good mood…I'm 100 Grand richer and I taught those ninjas a lesson. Why don't you two go have fun with the captives…I'm sure you two need it." He adds and grins before sitting straight.

"Um…but Kumichou we can't leave you unguarded." One of them says seriously. The other nods in agreement "Its dangerous…you are a man which has many enemies" the second adds.

Yashira grins at their response "Just checking boys, I have a few phone calls to make and then I'll call in for someone to replace you two…then you'll be able to loosen up" He says and winks before reaching for the phone.

"Thank you Kumichou, you are too kind," one of guards says.

"Indeed…that would be relaxing, domo Arigato" The other adds.

He nods and then picks up the receiver and begins punching in a number quickly. But before he can finish dialing the number a beep is heard in the receiver and a call is already patched in.

"Who is this?" Yashira asks darkly, angry at the interruption.

"Who I am, is none of your business. Just call me a friend…or an informant if you may." The voice on the other side speaks.

"You again? What the h*ll do you want this time?" Yashira snaps impatiently.

"I only wish to warn you…a very dangerous foe is heading your way, you'd best be prepared." The voice says.

"Who's that stupid to try and infiltrate a fully guarded base?" He asks suspiciously.

"Think a lil…It ain't that hard you block head" the voice says before disconnecting.

Yashira growls and hmphs "Odd…yet…disturbing" he muses to himself and rubs his chin while putting the receiver back in it's place.

"What is it Kumichou?" one of the bodyguards asks humbly.

Yashira narrows his eyes "The Shinobi! That's the one who's coming…or is this some kind of trick to divert my attention? He thinks and inhales deeply.

"Go and alert the others, we're expecting a special guest. If you see her my orders regarding your reaction are, Fire at will!" he says and slams his fist on the table.

"Hai" the both say in unison and leave the room. Yashira snarls "You won't beat me! I'll make sure of that" he says to himself and opens a drawer in his desk.

He takes out a sleek black pistol and loads a clip in the holster. Then he aims at the wall and grins "You'll never see it coming" he says and chuckles evilly.

Jason disconnects a cell phone he is holding and smirks. "Check! Lets see how the little b*tch handles that. And those Yakuza…idiots all of them! They're playing right into the master's hands" He muses to himself and begins walking.

He is currently deep inside an alley in some slum in Tokyo. He laughs lightly to himself as he navigates through the filthy and dark area.

He passes a group of 3 Men talking. He bumps into them and keeps on walking.

"Hey punk! You think you can just hit someone and walk away?" one of them says. As he does the others turns around towards Jason and nod.

Jason stops walking and turns around. He throws a small mocking smile "Are you threatening me little man?" he asks the leader which is an impressive 7 feet tall.

The man laughs "Looks like we got a wise guy over here…lets teach the punk a lesson" He says and cracks his fists. The group begins to approach Jason each wearing a very evil grin on his face.

Jason takes off his sunglasses and puts them in his pocket. Then he enters a loose stance and awaits them. Suddenly one of them dashes forward, passing the other two. He throws a punch to Jason's face.

Jason swats it easily with his forearm, then he grabs the follow-up fist in his bare hand. Then with lightning speed he pulls his own fist back and slams it into the man's nose. The man groans before another fist crashes into his lips.

Jason then lets go of the man's fist and hook punches his right cheek; the man is pushed backwards and almost falls but manages to balance himself and try to continue attacking.

Then Jason leaps upwards, he turns around in midair and when he's passed 180 degrees he extends his foot. It slams into the man's face. The ball of his foot slams into the area between the man's eyes with such force a cracking sound is heard, and his skull is apparently broken.

The man is sent flying backward from the force of the blow. He rolls on the ground and lays limp. Soon a pool of blood begins forming under his face since his nose and a few teeth are now broken.

Jason lands lightly on his feet and grins; he motions with his hand for them to approach and resumes his stance. "C'mon you losers! Challenge me!" he shouts and hops lightly on the balls of his feet, thus emitting a soft tapping sound of the leather of his shoes on the cement.

The remaining two sprint toward him; one of them is now holding a metal rod and the other a butterfly knife. Jason sidesteps a knife thrust and extends his arm. His arm slams into the man's neck, the man's momentum causes him to fall back upon crashing into Jason's metallic arm. He is dazed bblow and rolls back, leaning against the wall, trying to recover.

Meanwhile the other one tries to hit him from behind. Jason raises his forearm and blocks it. A clanging is heard and he turns around slamming his fist into the man's abdomen. A cracking is heard as the man's ribs crack.

Jason them punches him once in the chest and then again in the nose. Before flipping forward and grabbing his face with his hands. He spins in midair and snaps his neck. Before letting go and kicking the former thug's back.

He lands on his hands and then pushes himself to his feet. He walks slowly toward the surviving thug. His eyes now emit a reddish-yellow glow and he grins sadistically. He slips on his shades after taking them out of his pocket.

Wh…what are you?" the man asks fearfully.

Jason laughs evilly and looms over him "The last thing you'll ever see…" he says and grabs him around the neck. Lifting him up and choking him.

"Stop where you are! Drop the man and put your hands in the air!" a female voice speaks from behind him. Jason raises a brow and turns his head sideways and looks at the source.

An Asian woman in a blue-yellow jumpsuit is aiming a gun at him. He looks at her carefully and recognizes her upon searching his database. "The famous Chunli Xiang…what an honor" He thinks

"You're too late…Cop" he says and tightens his grip on the man's neck suddenly, crushing his windpipe and breaking his spinal cord. Then he tosses him aside.

Chunli opens fire, bullets escape the barrel of her gun accompanied by smoke and audible bangs. Jason laughs and begins running, trying to dodge to conceal his identity as a cyborg.

3 bullets hit his back, but are flattened against his back; they emit a clang upon contact and fall to the ground. But in the heat of the pursuit and race to capture him, Chunli is oblivious to these facts and pushes onwards.

Chunli curses and runs after him "Come back her! You filthy murdering scum!" she shouts as she follows him. Soon she begins to close in on him. She clenches her teeth and pushes harder against her muscles.

Jason hears her footsteps getting closer takes out a small black globe from his pocket and drops it "Eat Gas Woman" he mutters.

An audible bang is heard, and then a soft hissing and green vapor fills the alley. Chunli stops and covers her mouth. "Gas…" she mutters and begins coughing. She reluctantly enters a side alley and takes a deep breath of fresh air.

She hears his footsteps fade away and hits her head gently against the wall. "D**n…he got away…I wonder who was that guy was anyway? She thinks trying to remember his face, her face twisting with hard effort.

"Ah crap…I didn't even see his face right…d**n nighttime…guess I better head to my real mission…I'll investigate that guy later" she says to herself. She then reports the triple homicide to the local police under an anonymous name and heads toward her destination.

She turns around one last time and sees the three victims. Then she sighs and leaves the alley, missing an important clue to his identity, which lies a few feet before her. Three bullets, all flattened. They are unfortunately hidden in the shadows. A few seconds later the moonlight is in the right angle and makes them gleam.

But by the time it does, Chunli is already with her back to them and on her way, concentrated on her task more than looking for clues.