By EliadS

Ibuki is sneaking through the corridors of the semi-illuminated complex. The improvised bandages around her left shoulder are now soaked in her own blood. The moist and warm liquid sticking to her skin and sending shivers of disgust down Ibuki's spine.

Nevertheless, in her current situation the young Shinobi doesn't have any choice but to aggravate her wound further, by straining her wounded limb. She is hugging the wall with her back and very quickly yet silently, crossing the corridors.

"This is hopeless…I have to find that part, I have a feeling of foreboding danger, deep in my gut, something tells me, I should find Sarai and Saky and fast. So when will these freaking corridors lead me somewhere important, instead of more corridors!" Ibuki thinks and frowns under her mask.

Only her eyes, which are not covered by the concealed cover of cloth, can be seen narrowing, a glint of impatience and frustration can be seen flickering lightly within them. She sighs very lightly under her breath and her eyes resume their cold and calculating glare. One which signals she is always ready, always ready to tackle and defeat any obstacles, should she face any.

Her hands brush gently against the metallic walls, and her foot emit very soft tapping sounds, so soft that only someone who is looking for them, might actually pick them up. Her brown eyes are fixed forward, always searching for the next obstacle, in this case any more Yazuka to knock out.

"Ugh…this sucks…how could I have been so careless? Hey wait a sec…what's that?" Ibuki thinks and stops, listening carefully.

Her ears pick some chatter nearby. She leans forward, trying to catch the words, but they are picked up as undecipherable gibberish, as the sound waves, rebound of the metallic walls, returning to Ibuki's ears weakened and too low to understand.

But what she can decipher from the noise is, two people are the ones talking, they aren't too far away, and all belong to men. Ibuki's eyes narrow and her muscles tense as a pinging anger pinches her heart.

"More criminals, more obstacles…more subordinates to that a**hole, well…time to remove them from the obstacle criteria!" She thinks and licks her lips under her mask, as they are dry and cracked.

She begins approaching the source, now walking slowly, and taking her time. Her breathing is slightly heavy, and sweat adorns her forehead. The effects of the earlier short blood loss apparently start to show. She grits her teeth and keeps her concentration on the tasks on hand.

She closes her eyes for a second and inhales deeply, "Focus Ibuki…you can do this. T wound isn't fatal, just a hindering pain. Sensei will use his healing technique on it and everything will be ok. Now just calm down, or he'll have to use his burial techniques." Ibuki thinks and reaches a T-shaped junction.

She leans very close to the wall wincing slightly, as her weight pushes her wounded limb upon the metal. She peeks to her left and sees two men talking, they seem to be arguing and waving their hands wildly. She sees one of them pointing at a walkie-talkie and grins.

"Awww…poor little crooks are all alone, Left for the big bad shinobi, now while they're distracted is the perfect time to strike." She thinks. She turns to the right to see if any more targets are close by, upon being reassured there aren't any she thinks on how to sneak to them, without being noticed.

She looks above her and grins evilly under her mask, a devious idea hatching within her mind; She sees a set of thick metal pipes on the ceiling. She leaps up and wraps her arms around one, then she wraps her legs around it too, since the strain on her injured limb is too much, then she screams, "Yo boys! Over here!"

The two guards snap into attention and begin running toward the location. Ibuki pulls herself closer to the pipe and stops breathing. Soon two Japanese men turn into the corridor she's in and look around.

"Where is she? I could've sworn I heard…" he says to his counterpart. Both are looking around, their features reflecting their confusion. Both clutching their firearms very tightly, their knuckles white and hands shaking.

Then Ibuki lets go of her hands and swings her body toward him. Her speed is immense and she brings both hands crashing onto one of thugs' temples. Her open palms hit against the thug's skin and bone, the base of her palm hitting the designated area.

"What the?" is all the thug can mutter before the pair of blows cuts his line of thought and breaks his concentration, now left dazed, dizzy and nauseous.

The blow is so powerful is forces the man to his knees after dropping his gun. Then while he moves to grip his head in his hands Ibuki quickly unwraps her legs from around the pipe and drops toward the ground. She executes a quick somersault and lands lightly on the balls of her feet.

Meanwhile the other thug aims at Ibuki, his hand shaking and in his fear his finger shaking on the trigger before he pulls it back, sending a bullet out of the barrel of his gun.

The bullet carves through the air and hits the pipes, which she had previously clung too. Ibuki hunches slightly forward and chokes down the pain in her shoulder, her face twists with effort and her muscles strain before her body is sent flying forward.

"Uh uh uh…didn't mommy ever tell you not to point guns at people, moreover when you're aiming at someone that can kill you in over 20 ways!" Ibuki thinks as she watches the man's face twist in fear as her airborne body approaches him.

She spins sideways in midair and extends her foot. Her foot crashes into the man's cheek with such force and speed the walloping outer roundhouse kick's blow sends him crashing into the wall. He grunts upon contact, his shoulder and head slamming onto the metal surface. He leans on the wall, spitting blood and spit, his features etched in a grimace.

Meanwhile Ibuki lands on her feet and turns around while sending another kick. The thug meanwhile fearing for his life turns around while extending his arm, willing to gun Ibuki down, oblivious to Ibuki's kick.

However Ibuki expected as much from him in advance and her earlier spin kick hits the man's firearm, sending it flying out of his grasp and sliding away after hitting the ground a few feet away.

"Oh sh*t…" he mutters as he tries to back away, his eyes wide with fear, but to his misfortune, he finds himself backed against the wall. Ibuki's eyes however are narrowed with cold and frightening concentration.

For the split second between the gun being swatted away and him backing against the locked gaze he has with Ibuki, the one of a hunter as it corners its prey strikes great fear into his heart. That is before Ibuki's body hunches slightly forward, and all he can think about it how he should get the h*ll out of there.

Ibuki then leaps forward and extends her right. The blow hits home and sinks deep into his groin. The minute she lands from the lunge she grabs his forehead and pulls it down. She then lets go and brings her other fist flying upwards. The uppercut hits home, forcing Ibuki's knuckles into the man's nose.

The momentum sends his head snapping backwards and crashing onto the metal wall. He slumps down quickly, now most definitely unconscious. Ibuki lets him hit the ground with a loud thud, looming over his limp form, her hands at her sides, seemingly calm and done, ready to move on.

"Such a waste of my time, but I'm close…I can feel it in my bones" She says and exhales through her nose gently. Then she hears the other man moving and spins around in almost blur like speed.

The move is so surprising it seems as it is instinct, while in reality Ibuki has been waiting for him to recover ever since she attacked his now beaten counterpart. That's when her foot comes lashing in a wide arc, rising before descending and slamming into the back of the man's head heel first with crushing force.

The blow so fast and powerful it sends him into the depths of unconsciousness immediately. His face hitting the metal floor forcefully. Soon followed by a loud thud. She can hear his grunt as he is knock, as soon as his body follows.

Soon enough blood oozes in a pool around the man's head, Ibuki is careful to not step in it as she pulls him up, leaning him on the wall. His front teeth are now broken and he has a very nasty gash on his forehead.

Her eyes are narrowed and cold, undaunted by the bloody sight whatsoever as she takes off her bag and takes out her rope. Then she binds both of them and gags them with their own shirts. Then secures their binding again and moves toward the door they guarded. Her body is slightly strained and tense, her shoulder now sending bursts of pain and dizziness to the Shinobi. She shakes her head and keeps on walking, knowing the goal is more important then her health at the moment.

Chunli, Sarai and Sakura are all huddling together, the three ladies all exhausted and sleeping. The reason for the huddling is the extremely cold temperature of the floor and the great need for heat. So Chunli, oldest and wisest offered sharing body heat.

Then the door opens violently and two Yakuza thugs enter the room. All the three woman open their eyes and look up at them.

"Well isn't that cute? Heh, good thing you've rested well, cause Kumichou told us to bring one of you, he's feeling like having a good lay, and since you're already here." The other says.

Chunli growls under her breath "F*ck you! You sick perverted b*st*rd!" she says venomously and moves to get up, but before she can one of them kicks her legs forcefully. Chunli cries out in pain, the surprising force, crashing onto her already bleeding and wounded legs.

Sakura moves to strike before a pistol being cocked (armed). She stops abruptly as Chunli sits up and puts a hand on her shoulder, a firm grip holding her back.

He laughs and kicks Chunli off with his foot, as if she were an annoying dog barking at him. Then he motions at Sarai with his head and the other nods.

"Since both your friends here, got spunk and fighting experience, I think the boss would prefer a more mellow "partner" for his pleasure" He says and grabs one of her arms, his hand clasping tight as he lifts her to her violently

"Let her go! And maybe I'll tell the judge to go easy on you later" Chunli says.

She gasps and tries to break his hold "No! Please! Don't do this…I'm begging you!" She pleads her voice desperate and tears welling in her eyes. Terror striking her heart and physical pain invading her from his violent and powerful grip

He laughs in her face "Save it for someone who cares B*tch! You and your are nothing but a sex toys from now on, so consider this as a first taste of your new meaning in life" He says and begins yanking her toward the door. His counterpart meanwhile aims the gun at the other two, forcing them back.

Sarai cries and yells hysterically, Pleading and begging for mercy, grabbing his shirt and pulling on it, looking up at him with big frightened and tearful eyes. He smirks and slaps her "Shut up! You're aggravating our ears b*tch!" He shouts and then rams his fist into her gut, followed soon after. The blow makes her crumple to the floor and stop fighting against them, now coughing and sobbing and whimpering in small irate pants.

Chunli and Sakura are left helpless and furious behind, praying that some twist of fate will save Sarai from such a destructive traumatizing experience.

A Japanese youth, 19 or 20 more or less is sitting in front of a computer and ticking on its keyboard rapidly. He laughs excitedly as he sees the diagrams on the screen. Then he looks at a green microchip that he is holding with a pair of tweezers.

Then he takes the part out with his hand and eyes it, as it lies in his hand. "I did it! I'm a genius! I duplicated the venomblade part at last!" He says and lifts up the part in his hand, smiling and laughing triumphantly. Then he drops the pair of tweezers in his excitement.

Meanwhile he is completely oblivious to the door to his lab sliding open and a figure walking in.

"Now to show Kumichou how smart I am! He'll be so grateful!" He says to himself while grasping the chip, his fingers curling to a fist and grinning widely. That is before a whistling is heard and a blade pierces his hand. He cries in pain and feels the blade cut through chip, flesh and bone alike. He cries in pain and his eyes widen in surprise. He looks at his hands while grunting and gasping. A long blade is now stuck in his flesh, blood oozes from his hand, a great crimson river now flowing down his arm and onto the floor.

He cradles his wounded hand and forgets all about his discovery, now busy in his own pain, which rocks his nerve system with stinging hot pain.

"What? Why?" he mutters while dropping to his knees. Then he looks forward for the first time. Just in time to be greeted by a fist, that is the last thing he sees before he's greeted by darkness.

Ibuki hmphs at him as he slumps to the ground and turns to his computer instead. She sees a very sophisticated scanning device. She approaches it and takes a closer look. There she finds it at last. The venom blade part, lying under the scanners blinding light.

She looks around and finds the pair of tweezers, she picks them up, before giving the unconscious form another kick, just for the heck of it, they've done enough to her. And he anger would not be quenched before Yashira would pay and her friends were safe.

She places them on the table and opens her bag; she takes out a piece of cloth and black box she had prepared in advance. She wraps the part in the cloth and then places it in the cushioned box before putting it all back in her bag.

She then sits down on the chair before the computer and accesses the Computers Hard drive. She searches for the file she had made, hoping they had already put the CD she retrieved a few days earlier. She grins as she finds the file.

She accesses it and changes some lines. Then she turns it on and watches as a window pops up. The window is a code input window, with three bars, a code for each. But Ibuki wasn't laughing because of that.

She had made the program extremely sophisticated; it randomly generated 3 codes. And each time you input a right code, it signals to move to the next one, but when you do, and finally input the right code, it changes the previous code and you have to restart the process.

Only by entering a very specific code, which only Ibuki knows can you abort the process. Ibuki hears the computer expert groan and move. She sends her foot flying back and her heel hits his nose. The man is sent unconscious again.

Ibuki gets up and picks up her bag, looking back at him one last time. She feels a ping of guilt at her actions, he probably doesn't have anything to do with the Yakuza's other crimes. Yet she knows he knowingly was willing to endanger the whole region known as Japan and therefore pushes the thought aside and walks out.

She closes the door behind her and jams a Kunai into the opening mechanism. Thus short circuiting the device and locking the door. Then she leans against the wall momentarily, exhaustion washing over her momentarily. She pants slightly and closes her eyes.

"Must keep on moving, I can't stop now, who knows what the rapist b*st*rd will or has done to them, I'll can't afford to rest now, later…yes that's it, later" She thinks and stands straight albeit shakily.

Then she walks back toward the thugs she recently encountered, determined to obtain the location of her friends, no matter what it takes.