QK

In the thick of night she slid through the shadows,

nimbly over the broken glass and nails of the surrounding wall,

undetectable past the patrolling guard dogs and

silently across the nightingale floor to his room.

Her job was simple.

Take the barbarian's life.

Quickly and silently in his sleep,

and return with his head.

She slid open the door a crack, to take a peek inside.

Scoping an empty bed, she ripped the door through the rest of its course.

He was found kneeling in the middle of the room,

already dressed in full combat attire.

"Apologies. In the name of the Katsuragi clan, I am here to take your head." she said.

Unnerved, he replied, "Souka? Wakatta. You kept me waiting. What kept you so long? Please, come in. Would you like some tea? You look to me like you'd take a liking to jasmine. Am I right?"

She stepped cautiously inside, knowing that each step was taking her closer to an ending.

The ending of either his life,

or hers.

Watching her every movement, the warrior stood up, unsheathing his sword, Hayate, from its hilt.

As they both looked down their respective ends of the blade,

they realised once more that this was their calling.

Destined for strength and to rise above all others.

They shared a common goal.

Just that she was achieving it in the shadows,

and he being a proud warrior, bathed in the glory of war.

(note: yeah that's right, i said it rofl :P)