||[Oct. 27th, 2011|11:15 pm]
****I wrote this as a potentail entry for therealljidol and input is okay.|
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Three little words
I am death.
Akasha moved threw the night like a shadow. The wind made more noise then she did. Over the last 15 years she had come to know the streets of New York city as well as she had once known those of Tokyo. "I am death" she reminded herself as she slipped threw the darkness. She had forgotten that once not so long ago. It was her sister Shishome who had reminded her of this simple fact. It was what she was born to be, raised to be. In her youth it had not bothered her. She had been proud to be the best in the Takamura clan. An old ninja family with established Yakuza ties. That was when she had been young. Well younger.
Akasha and Shishome were born in 2013. The beginning if the new world – the end of the old. Their parents had seen the great dragon when he came to the city. The had survived a VITIS ( virally induced toxic immune syndrome ) out break. They had been relieved with the birth of Shishome, shocked when Akasha came but a few minutes later. Akasha's slender, almost fragile looking build and her delicately pointed ears came as a surprise. Of coarse in those days all UGE ( unexplained genetic expression ) infants came as a surprise. People just did not expect to see a rash of meta-human births. It was like something out of a story book. Suddenly magic was very much real, along with the people that went with it. To her parents dismay Akasha was an elf – for lack of a better word. Little did they know, she was much more then that.
It quickly became apparent that Akasha was very adept at the martial arts and she was less then 2 years when she began training. By the time she was five she was an individual of remarkable grace. By the time she was 14 she had surpassed her teachers. Her first target was a man involved in the production of child porn. A well deserved death. It was not long after that when Japan closed its doors to meta-humans, even those born there. Her family felt she was better dead then deported. She had disagreed.
Akasha thought she had been successful and made a life for herself. She got married and they had a daughter. Then her family found her. They took her husband and daughter. They made her choose which would live. Made her kill the one who wouldn't. Her husband died at her hands. She had killed him faster then most. If she had not her sister would have killed him and her daughter. So Akasha's mantra was forever branded into her mind. I am death.