i am going to college to become a professional writer, so this is going to be long. so far my story is 25 pages long if put ion word, so i will post 1 page a day and. i'm not sure if 18+ is allowed on this board so i may hold off to a bit, let me know if it is okay so i can add the end. this story is based on a videogame called dead or alive made by tecmo here is the first page: For the one who ran away... It was a cold night. Rain was sweeping across the land and thunder could be heard. It was the kind of night that you'd expect to see in a scary movie. But this night was real. The streets were desolate. The people were sitting at home, watching television, playing card-games, or drinking at the local cafe. The people searched for a little warmth and comfort. Everyone wanted to be warm and feel people around them. Everyone. Especially a young woman who sat against the wall of a building. She tried to keep warm by putting a brown woolen blanket around herself, but it was no use. The blanket was soaked. And so was she. Her body was shaking from the cold and she felt miserable. The sudden sound of thunder startled her, and she looked in the direction of it with widened eyes. Her face was soaking wet, so her tears were barely visible. She thought how it would be to have a place to call home. To have some friends and family to be with. A nice warm bed... But that wasn't meant for her. No. She was a runaway. She would never be able to reunite with her family again. What was worse, her friends and family were actually sending assassins after her. To kill her for breaking the Code. Strands of her long red-brown hair stuck her face. She missed her brother very much. Hayate was his name. He wasn't actually participating in the attempts at her life, but he wasn't doing anything against it either. No wonder. He would risk his life by doing so. But he was the leader... Why? Why... That word constantly demanded attention in the girl's mind. She shouldn't think about it anymore... She should think about nice things... But there were no nice things to think about. She had gone to the city to feel a bit safer, but she hadn't expected to end up like this. She decided she would return to the forests the next day. Then she would be able to sleep in the trees again. That was a lot more... comfortable. A sudden thought came into her mind to relieve her spirit. She wasn't completely alone. There was one person who really cared for her. And that was her brother's best friend. A young shop owner by the name of Ryu Hayabusa. He traveled a lot and collected trinkets to sell in his shop. That was the way he made a living. He practiced his own version of ninjitsu, but he wasn't part of any clan like Hayate was. He was... free. But he still was a ninja. He had helped Kasumi in the past a couple of times and that had cost him his honor. Helping a runaway shinobi was the most dishonorable thing a ninja could do. Most of the clans knew the story of Hayabusa helping the runaway known as Kasumi and many refused to see him as a true ninja for that. But Hayabusa didn't seem to care. Or at least, that was what he wanted Kasumi to think. Suddenly, Kasumi got ripped from her thoughts by a man who was watching her. He stood there in the rain. Just watching. Kasumi couldn't see who it was. She got scared. This could be an assassin! She reached for her small katana, which was sheathed on her back, but the man said: "Do you want to FIGHT to get warm?" Despite the sound of falling rain, Kasumi clearly heard that it was Hayabusa's voice. She slowly stood up. It was difficult because of her cold bones and it sort of hurt, but she managed. "H... H.... H... Hayabusa?" she said with a shaking mouth from the cold. "Come with me. You're going to get a cold." the young man simply said. Kasumi just nodded. She felt relief when she noticed it was indeed Hayabusa who approached her. He was wearing jeans and a cotton sweater. It was all soaked as well. He had a jacket under his arm. "Drop the blanket." he said with a soft voice. Kasumi did what he asked. There was no need for the soaked blanket anymore. Hayabusa then hung the jacket at Kasumi's shoulders, who thankfully smiled at him. The jacket was warm and didn't allow any water to penetrate the upper layer. Kasumi closed her big brown eyes. The jacket was a little comfort to her. "Come with me." Hayabusa said as he started to walk away. Kasumi followed him, sensing a little warmth and happiness in her future. Kasumi closed her eyes as she let the warm water kiss her soft skin. She moved her hands through her hair and stroke away some wet strands from her face as she allowed the warm water of the shower to get rid of the cold feeling in her bones. She washed her hair and the rest of her body. She hadn't taken a shower in such a long time. And the showers she had been forced to use in dirty hotel rooms were far less comfortable than Hayabusa's shower. She shivered at the thought of the hotel room she had been in last time. The cockroaches were everywhere. It had been terrible! And then her neighbor... A dirty man who had actually wanted to use her for... sex... Kasumi quickly shook her head. She had to stop thinking about that. She was with Hayabusa now. Her best friend. Her only friend. She was in a decent house with a decent bathroom and a decent young man who was taking care of her now. She remained in the shower for some time until she turned it off and stepped out of it. She stood in a small, but decent bathroom. There was even a small bathtub. Kasumi noticed Hayabusa had put a towel, a robe and even a pair of shorts on the basin. He had to have done it while she had been showering. She took the towel and started to dry herself with it. When she finished, she put it on the wet tiled pavement of the bathroom. She smiled as she put on the shorts. It was obvious that it was one of Hayabusa's, since it was way too large for her. But it was at least something. She put on the robe and exited the bathroom right after she turned off the light. i wanted to put more, but it seems the site only allows 15000 words at a time.