Fan Fiction ❯ Fever ❯ Hate Filled Soul ( Chapter 1 )

Authors note: another angst fic of Ayane from me again, sorry but I can't do any good fics of late… Ayane seem to the character which inspire me to write some short fics, but this may be a rather long fic so I chopped it into two chapters for your delight, anyway another nasty twist by me at the end of this fic as usual, so enjoy the fic folks.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of DOA they belong to team Ninja/ Temco, and for once no ACC will appear in this fic… unless you count the pets as ACC.

Hate Filled Soul

Her breathing was slow and deep as she felt the fever in her slowly try to kill her. "Is this how I'll die; by some stupid fever?" she asks herself. She felt something cold lightly dab her forehead. She felt so relieved by the coldness that she thanked whoever was taking care of her.

The soft caress of the towel made her enjoy the soft care. "Thank you," she managed to whisper in gratitude to the one who was watching over her. No reply was given. "Must be Ryu," she thought, smiling inside herself, "He's always taking care of me without a word of `your welcome.'"

She felt selfish that she never told him how grateful she was to him for taking care of her. "I wonder what time is it?" she thought, "I hope it's near night time. I want to sleep a bit more." She wondered how long she had been sick, but she thought little of it. "I really should say thank you to him," she thought.

She smiled at the thought. She slowly opened her eyes. She expected to see emerald eyes staring at her with concern. She would laugh at him knowing he'll probably panic. "He's so serious about everything. Too bad he never cheers up or takes a joke," she thought amusingly.

She opened her eyes. The light burned her eye sight but the stinging pain slowly dies, allowing Ayane to fully open her eyes. She stared up at the ceiling. She heard the sound of the towel being dried. Ayane smiled, waiting to see Ryu but what she saw froze her with shock.

Hovering over her was her most hated foe in the world. She stared at the one person she least expected to be caring for her. "Kasumi?" Ayane thought while the young woman gently dabbed the towel across Ayane's head. Too stunned to resist for the moment, she didn't say a word. Kasumi's eyes watched Ayane carefully.

Ayane examined Kasumi's appearance. Her long lush auburn hair was tied down with the yellow ribbon she wore all the time and her face was devoid of all make up, making her look more natural. To some, she may have looked majestic and beautiful but to Ayane, it made her feel sick to the core by being touched with her filthy hands.

Ayane noticed that she was wearing a blue kimono with a swan pattern similar to the rising swan on the sash of her Kunoichi uniform. She felt something was amidst in this scene but Ayane brushed off the thought as being nonsense and tried to rise. She felt weak. "Pathetically weak," she thought with rage at being so vulnerable.

She couldn't remember when she caught the illness but at that very moment, she wanted to curse the gods for being so fickle and casting her down with it.

She felt gentle, soft hands quickly circle around her back. The feeling of the soft body of the young woman caring for her helped Ayane into a sitting position. Her eyes looked frightened. Ayane glared back at the soft eyes, hating the look of pity.

She moved her hand up and tried to push at Kasumi but found no strength to push. Her hand was placed on Kasumi's curvy chest letting Ayane feel the warm flesh underneath.

She bit her lip in disgust at what she was feeling and felt her care-taker stop. "Pity is for the weak and the dead," she thought.

She felt Kasumi withdraw, sensing the hate of Ayane through her auburn eyes and through her hand. Ayane watched her sit silently, observing with concern for Ayane. This stung at Ayane. It was one of the reasons why she hated her. Ayane turned so she could use her arm to support her stand.

She felt those soft hands quickly move to stop her; she looked up to see her staring with greater concern. Her hand softly griped Ayane's.

Ayane shook her arm lightly with all the strength she can muster and felt the young woman let go, reacting to the resistance. "Leave me alone," Ayane was surprised to hear that her voice was quiet and weak. She watched the auburn hair woman open her lips to speak but close them and withdrew, leaving Ayane to rise on her strength alone.

Ayane smiled. "At least the little bitch obeys my wishes," she thought. She felt little strength in her arms, but tried nevertheless to stand. Her arms failed and she fell onto her face. She lied on the floor, hurt and wondering if the bitch was feeling joy at seeing her hurt herself in front of her.

She felt herself being gently brought up to lie on the bed. Kasumi stared with fear. "Afraid I'm going to kick your ass if you don't take care of me?" Ayane whispered. She watched her worse enemy look shock and hurt.

She let herself be tended for a moment, even if it meant to suffer at the caring hands of her half-sister. "Cat got your tongue?" Ayane asked.

Kasumi stopped to look at her. She was ready to speak. "Probably some caring words like `Don't strain yourself!' or some nice bitchy crap," Ayane thought.

Ayane was surprised to see Kasumi close her mouth. She shook her head to say, `no.' Ayane huffed in annoyance. "Don't want to speak hmmm?" Ayane thought, watching her sit still. The way she watched Ayane made her feel like a hurt animal in the care of Kasumi.

This feeling of hate increased towards her most hated enemy.

Ayane wanted to scream and kick the girl out of the room, but logic dictated that she was in no condition to fight nor able to argue. "Damn it," Ayane thought angrily. She summoned up her strength and began to speak in a menacing tone, "Look here, bitch." Ayane paused to rest for a moment, "I don't need you to stay here and take care of me." The auburn woman wanted to say something to protest.

She didn't speak and remained still even though her eyes were ready to flood with tears. "So you can take your sissy ass out of here and leave me alone," Ayane continued to speak even though she felt breathless but defiant that she'll get her way. The woman sadly shook her head. A single tear slipped from her eyes to land on Ayane's hand.

Something about the tear made Ayane soft; something didn't seem right but she brushed the feeling away yet again. Ayane sighed, seeing that she'll never be rid of the bitch. "You can stay," Ayane finally spoke, feeling defeated that she had not the power to kick her out.

Silence descended upon the room like a thick mist. Minutes went past with nothing being spoken between the two. Ayane had to break the silence, "So here to mock me?" The young girl looked up and seemed hurt by Ayane's words.

Ayane smiled, savouring the look of hurt on the girls face. Only when Ayane could beat her into a pulp would her day seem bright. She coughed, feeling bile come up to her throat. She cursed herself for having this illness but she knew she couldn't avoid illnesses. "It's a part of being human," she thought.

Her mind wondered back; back when she had a cold at the age of six; back when Genra took care of her…

Ayane coughed loudly. Beside her was the towering figure of the leader of the Haji Mon. He was watching over Ayane with great concern. "I don't feel well," little Ayane whispered. Genra brushed her forehead with his massive hands, smiling as best he could in reassurance, "I know but sometimes illnesses can make a Ninja strong."

Little Ayane nodded as best as she could. "OK, Dad," she whispered, watching him look upon her with pride. "Don't worry, my little daughter, I'll be right here," he said to her. Little Ayane's hand slipped out from under the covers and clutched Genra's. "You promise?" she asked. Genra smiled warmly to her as a father would smile to his own child, "I will no matter what."

Ayane's little hand gripped one of Genra's fingers. "Get some rest, my sweet little Ayane," he whispered. She nodded before coughing loudly, feeling bile come up to her throat. Genra looked worried but Ayane smiled and cleared her throat. "OK, Dad," she replied, closing her eyes. Genra smiled.

He leaned in, planted a kiss on her forehead and whispered before he left, "You'll always be my special little girl, Ayane." Ayane smiled and the smile remained with her until she had awakened…

Remembering such love from Genra was touching but at the same time she felt pain; pain that she felt when she killed Genra with his own weapon.

The weapon only reminded her of the pain in Ayane's heart when she killed the only person who had ever loved her as a daughter; who wanted her as their little girl. Now the only person who she ever wanted as her dad has died by her own hands.

She felt soft hands upon her forehead. They gently dabbed the cold cloth on her head before feeling her temperature. "Genra?" she asked half hoping that it was him and hoping that the nightmare she had endured was only a nightmare. She would see Genra smiling as she wakes up.

She wanted it with all her heart that it was Genra who was touching her forehead, who was caring for her.

But Ayane is disappointed when she felt the soft hand of Kasumi feel her forehead. "Get your filthy hands off me," she hissed, feeling strength flow into her and allowing her to swat her most hated enemy's hands away.

Kasumi withdrew obediently without a word. "Little bitch, don't know when to get the hell out of here," Ayane thought bitterly, forgetting that she had allowed her to stay; a sign of how serious her sickness actually was.

Ayane raised and managed to sit upright. She stared at the young woman who averted her eyes from Ayane's. She could see tears forming in the girl's eyes, wanting to pour out. Ayane smiled inwardly, but somehow she felt a terrible pain at seeing the tears. She shook her head, wondering if she were that sick that she was feeling sorry for the bitch.

She looked through the window to see a bee buzzing busily to a flower on the sill. A smile crossed Ayane's lips when she remembered the time when she played a prank on Hayate…

Little Ayane ran around the forest, giggling with joy while Hayate chased her. "Come here!" she heard him shout in anger. She had put bees' honey in his trousers before scampering off. Soon the bees had come and stung him a few times.

Her giggling run soon came to an end when Hayate dropped in front of her with an angry look, "I'll spank your bottom for that!" Ayane turned and cried out. "Hayate is going to hurt me!" she shouted. Hayate regardless ran after Ayane.

He was soon stopped by a little girl, "Oh, Niisan, why are you terrorising Ayane?" Hayate looked down at his sweet little sister who was looking up innocently to him, "She put honey in my trousers, then those damn bees came after me!" Kasumi giggled while Ayane hid behind her, hoping Hayate wouldn't go through Kasumi just to reach her.

Hayate glared at the cowering Ayane, weighing up the option of making Ayane pay but making Kasumi cry. He thought for a moment. "You win," he told them, turning from them both. Ayane smiled and Kasumi turned and smiled as well. The two giggled. It would have been impossible to have guessed the two would be enemies in the future but for the present, they were best of friends.

Hayate turned away from them. "Don't you start causing mischief around me," he warned them before walking off. They looked at one another and giggled. "How did you get the honey?" Kasumi asked Ayane. She watched Ayane smile, "I took some from Genra's house and spread it in Hayate's trousers."

Kasumi squealed with laughter as Ayane laughed as well. They both began rolling on the ground with laughter. "You girls do like rolling around, don't you?" a voice spoke up. They turned to see a woman staring at them with a radiating smile that felt warm and comforting. "Mommy!" Kasumi squealed.

The woman smiled and bended down to hug her daughter. "What were you laughing about?" she asked looking at Kasumi in the eye. Ayane felt gloomy but soon felt Kasumi pull her close by, "Ayane spread honey in Niisan's trousers!" Ayane blushed at the mentioning of the incident to the older woman.

Kasumi smiled while her mother smiled at Ayane, "So you're the little girl I heard about from Kasumi and Hayate?" Ayane nodded, not wanting to look up to the woman's eyes. She heard a gentle laugh from the woman, "Hayate said you're a terror to him!" Ayane blushed at hearing what Hayate thought of her.

She felt like running but Kasumi kept a firm grasp on her shoulder and nudged Ayane nearer to her mother. "But my dear Kasumi said you're a little angel!" the woman said. Ayane smiled, and then she met the auburn eyes which were a trait of Kasumi and Hayate. "I have to agree with my little daughter that you are a little angel just like her," the woman spoke once more.

Kasumi smiled while her mother smiled, "Angels need to be mischievous once in a while, wouldn't you agree?" Ayane nodded happily at been told that she wasn't a terror at all…

The memory of seeing Ayame for the first time had been engraved into Ayane's mind. She was the gentle woman who had smiled at Ayane's antics when she was young. Ayane could still remember Ayame's smile when she spoke of Ayane being a little angel.

But the words now made Ayane hate Ayame. An angel that was cast down from the heavens was more accurate to describe Ayane. "She mocked me when I was young and naïve," she thought bitterly. She cast an eye on Kasumi who didn't look back.

Hatred burned fiercely in Ayane. "She doesn't know how much I want to grab her hair and force a Tanto to her throat before laughing at her while her blood sprays the floor," she thought. As if sensing the Ayane's intention, Kasumi looked up. A strand of hair obscured her face. Whenever Ayane looked at Kasumi's face, she saw Ayame mocking her.

The day when they invited her to their home was a bitter memory for Ayane; to find out that the home they were taking her to could have been her home and they could had been her family…

Ayane stood before Kasumi's mother one day when Kasumi asked if Ayane could go to their home. "Mommy, can she?" Kasumi asked. The woman smiled, "Why not? I see no problem with her being in our home, my dear daughter." Ayane's smile fell away, "I can't… They won't allow me." The woman smiled, "Don't worry."

Her hand took hold of Ayane's. Kasumi took the other. She was smiling. "Yay! You can see my room, Ayane!" Kasumi squealed with delight. Ayane nodded, "I get to play at your house!" Neither noticed the tear of happiness in the woman's eye nor the sorrow in her eyes.

The guards stopped them when they approached the bridge. "What are you doing with her, Ayame?" one of them asked in a gentle tone. The two little girls looked at her. "I was hoping of bringing this little child to my home," she replied. The guard stared at her then at the child. "But…" he stopped when Ayame gently spoke again, "I'll take responsibility of her."

The guard looked to his partner who returned the same look. He sighed, "Alright but make sure no one notices her." Ayame smiled. "Don't worry," she replied, looking down at the girls, "Come along." She guided the two past the guards and across the rope bridge.

Ayane stared and felt fear. Her hands clutched onto Ayame's hand as tight as possible. "Scared?" she heard Kasumi ask who was clinging to Ayame's other hand as well. Ayane nodded. "No need to be scared of heights," they heard Ayame tell them reassuringly. The two didn't seem to be reassured and clung to her hands for safety.

Ayame laughed at the two frightened girls. When they reached the other side, Ayame took them behind a building. "Mommy, why are we going this way?" Kasumi whispers to her. Ayame looked down to her curious child, "Because it's the fastest way." Kasumi was about to ask but Ayame smiled, "Mommy knows what's best."

They soon arrived at the back entrance to the house. Kasumi ran to the door and slid it open for them. Ayame smiled, patting Kasumi on the head, "That's a good girl." Ayane watched Kasumi smile at her. "Welcome to my home," she told Ayane who returned the smile.

Walking through the kitchen, they came to the living room where Ayame sat down and watched the two girls sit down as well, "You girls go and play. I have something to do." They smiled and walked off. Ayame's smile disappeared and tears flooded down her cheeks at seeing Ayane, her disgraced daughter.

Ayane walked into a nice room where a pink futon decorated with Sakura flower patterns caught Ayane's eye. "This is my bed room," Kasumi announced to Ayane who gawked at the bed room, feeling as if she stepped into a princess's chamber. She thought back to her room. It was a cold, damp place that she slept in. The water leaked in when it rained heavily and the wind would chill her to the bone. She felt miserable now that she saw Kasumi's room and a little jealous. Kasumi noticed her look, "Is there something wrong?" Ayane smiled, "Nothing."

Kasumi still looked concern, "Don't lie to me because I know something's wrong." Being best of friends had its downfalls. Ayane looked at the ground, scrapping her foot against the floor, "I was thinking of my room." Kasumi became silent knowing what Ayane meant.

She felt sorry for Ayane, "You could stay here if you like. Mother could arrange for that!" Ayane smiled, knowing Kasumi was being kind and shook her head, "No thanks." Kasumi nodded, looking a little sad that she couldn't help and then her face brightened up, "Wait a moment!" She walked to the side of the room where another futon laid.

Ayane watched curiously as Kasumi dug through the futon. "Where did I leave it?" she asked herself loud enough for Ayane to hear. Minutes passed with Kasumi furiously digging into the futon like a mole trying to find worms. Ayane approached Kasumi and said that it was OK and that she didn't need whatever Kasumi was going to give her.

When she was directly behind Kasumi, she heard her say triumphantly, "Found it!" Ayane wondered what she had found. Kasumi turned with a small doll that seemed to be made from sack to form the skin in her hands. The little figure was supposed to resemble a man of some sort.

Ayane wondered what Kasumi wanted it for. She could guess the doll was hand-made by someone but she wondered by whom. Kasumi smiled and extended her hand to Ayane with the doll in it. "Take it," Kasumi simply told Ayane.

Ayane looked at Kasumi in question, "Why?" Kasumi smiled, "Because I think you're rather lonely with no doll to play with." Ayane didn't want to admit that she didn't have any. "Go on! Take it!" Kasumi waved the doll at her, "I'm giving it to you as a present for the best friend I ever had." Ayane was surprised that Kasumi had said that to her.

She reluctantly took it, feeling happy to have something to play with. She looked at the doll, stroking it then stopped and stared at Kasumi with a question, "Who made it?" Kasumi began to blush and scrape her foot against the floor. Ayane knew that Kasumi was embarrassed but she wondered what she could be so embarrassed by. "I did," she heard Kasumi quietly reply.

Ayane was struck by her words. "I made it because I wanted to make something for myself…" she began; her smile slowly disappearing, "I just feel kind of bad having to live in such a nice house but you're living in such a horrible one." Ayane felt touched by the Kasumi's concern for Ayane.

They didn't speak a word until Ayane broke the silence, "Thank you." Kasumi smiled warmly to her best friend. "What are friends for?" she asked. Ayane felt that if Kasumi was her sister then she would be very happy. "I feel like you're a sister to me," Kasumi began voicing Ayane's thoughts.

Ayane nodded, wanting to have a bigger sister to love her …

That day was a bitter memory for Ayane to think about. True, she did enjoy herself on that day but it was because she didn't know about the truth of her birth. She didn't know that she was the daughter of Ayame. The musing she had made with Kasumi of wishing she was her sister was a bitter blow to Ayane.

Now Kasumi sat in the corner silent and shedding tears. "What's she crying about?" Ayane thought, watching as Kasumi neither spoke nor looked at Ayane, "She acts so obediently. I wonder why though?" Ayane didn't have the chance to ask when she began to cough loudly.

Her chest burned with pain while nausea nearly overcame her. When her fit ceased, she felt the gentle arm around her, comforting her. She saw a cup of warm tea in Kasumi's hand. Ayane swatted the tea away, feeling pathetic that she was been treated by her own sister, "Get away from me!"

Ayane hissed the words, making Kasumi look scared, "Didn't you hear me?! Get your filthy hand off me!" Kasumi hesitated for a moment but obediently obeyed and moved back to the corner. Her eyes were heavy with tears. Ayane could tell she wanted to say something but she didn't seem to have the courage to speak.

Ayane recalled a moment in her life when she and Kasumi had taken shelter from the rain…

The two young girls ran while the rain poured down. They looked ahead to see a cave. "Come on, Ayane!" Kasumi shouted back to Ayane. "Alright!" Ayane shouted back.

They ran into the cave. They looked at each other. They noticed they were wet to the skin and shivering cold. Neither knew how to build a fire. Ayane clutched herself, tightly to keep herself warm while Kasumi did the same.

They stared out to see the rain continue. "How long do you think the rain will continue?" Ayane asked Kasumi. She replied, "I don't know." Both sat down, watching the rain.

Ayane sneezed. "You're OK?" Kasumi asked her, worried that her friend may have caught a cold. The other young girl shook her head, smiling. "I'll be fine," she replied.

Kasumi shuffled closer to Ayane and put her arms around her. Ayane felt shocked. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying not to blush. Kasumi smiled, "Mommy told me that if you want to keep someone warm, you should share your body warmth."

Ayane glanced to see that she was leaning into Kasumi's shoulder. The two were so close, it was unbelievable. "Ayane," Kasumi asked, watching her look up, "Are you warm now?"

She found a loving smile in return. "Yes, I am, Kasumi. Thank you," she replied, circling her arm around Kasumi so she could be warm as well. The two sat, huddled together and keeping one another warm.

The rain had seemed to plan this. Ayane felt loved by Kasumi. She so deeply wished there was some way she could repay that love. "Kasumi," Ayane began, watching Kasumi look down and wondering what the younger girl would want, "Would you remain my best friend forever?"

Kasumi smiled, hugging Ayane a little more tightly, "I will no matter what." Ayane smiled. "I wish you were my little sister," Ayane heard Kasumi whisper. "Why don't we vow to be sisters no matter what?" Ayane said. Kasumi looked at her, "But we're truly not…" Kasumi trailed off.

Ayane smiled, "I would want you to be my sister, Kasumi. You treat me so kindly like an older sister would." The auburn girl had to agree, "I know." Truth to be told, Kasumi did treat Ayane like a little sister, teasing her and caring for her.

Ayane snuggled up to Kasumi, "I feel happy with you." She began remembering the clan members that treated her so badly, "The adults seem to hate me. They call me names." A single tear dripped down Ayane's cheek, "Why do they treat me so badly?" She felt a hand soothingly rub her back. "You're the only person who treats me so nicely," she responded to the touch.

She was ready to cry but Kasumi's hand had soothed her sadness, "I don't want to see you cry, Ayane." She looked up to see a tear in Kasumi's eye, "You've been a good friend and I feel as if I have to repay you in the only way possible." The lavender girl smiled. "If anything, I would gladly be your sister if it means you'll be happy," Kasumi spoke.

This made the lavender girl smile. "Thank you," she whispered as the two remained that way until the storm had passed…

Such a tender memory of loyalty and friendship would have moved Ayane's heart if it wasn't for the fact that it was Kasumi who had made the promise. "Did she come to my side?" Ayane knew the answer, "No, she didn't. She left me to fend for myself when I fought my father."

Ayane shook her head; "She never would believe that I was her sister even if I told her right now." Ayane remembered on the night when she was accepted into the Hajin Mon clan. Ayame had summoned Ayane to her room to speak to her alone…

Ayane sat alone. She was behind a curtain. Her back was turned to Ayane. She wondered why she was asked to be there, but she didn't ask. "Ayane," she heard Ayame speak in sadness. Ayane wondered why she was speaking sadly. She sat, trying to think of all the possible reasons but none seemed to surface as to why.

Ayame continued, "The truth is…I am your mother…" The words took Ayane by surprise. She couldn't believe the words. "Please forgive me," Ayame's last words seemed to gradually fade away. Untold questions began to surface. Many of them wanted to know why she was never told. Then realization dawned on her.

She looked down, wide-eyed as she thought of Kasumi's words long ago, "I feel like you're a sister to me." Those words tore at Ayane's heart at that moment, not because she was happy that she was Kasumi's sister but because she was a shunned one. She was thrown out.

Kasumi was her sister. She had the luxury that could have been Ayane's. Jealousy of her possessions became hate. "Who's my father?" Ayane asked, wanting to know. Ayame glanced at Ayane with a single tear caressing her cheek. "Raidou," she replied.

Ayane couldn't believe her. "You're lying!" Ayane shouted. Ayame's eyes were watering with tears, "It's true, Ayane! You are my daughter!" Ayane stood up. "Then I resent you being my mother!" Ayane shouted, filled with anger, "I resent you and Kasumi!" Ayane turned and ran through the door, leaving Ayame to cry silently alone.

Ayane rained hot tears at learning that she was the daughter of an evil man. It burned in her heart. She ran across the bridge, passing by two startled guards who watched her run away. They neither spoke nor knew the reason for her flee.

She stopped at the door to her shack. She breathed hard while tears still trickled down her cheek. She slid the door open to see the fire to the stove burning low. She closed the door and sat down before burying her face into her hands, crying.

Why was she thrown out of her own home; why did everyone shun her? Now she knew she was the daughter of a mother who was raped by an evil man, an evil man she was supposed to call `father.' "Why me?" she whispered. "Because you are the daughter of an evil man thus they all hate you," she heard the voice of her inner self speak.

She looked up, finally realizing her destiny. At birth, she was abandoned because she was a disgrace to the family and to their honour. Anger of knowing that she was trash to them began to well up inside of her. "I won't let them treat me like trash anymore," she vowed, "I'll destroy them one by one."

Her hand touched something. She looked down to see the doll she played with, the doll Kasumi made for her as a sign of their friendship. She looked upon the doll with happiness and cherished it but now she felt bitterness to the maker. She stared at it.

Then a smile spread on her face, a cruel smile. She stood up and brought the doll with her. She looked at the low burning fire. She threw the doll in to fuel the fire. "The same will happen to Kasumi," Ayane thought, picturing Kasumi in the fire.

All thoughts of their former friendship disappeared. In its place was the burning sensation to kill Kasumi, to humiliate her so she can hurt her mother who had abandoned her, the one person who she hated the most and the perfect way was to hurt Kasumi, her precious daughter.

"What about Hayate?" the voice asked. Her feelings of Hayate turned, "He is my leader." The voice was about to object, but Ayane spoke once more, "but he does not deserve such a weakling sister." She looked down to the Tanto. She clutched the hilt with her small hands and unsheathed it.

Without hesitation, she raised the blade to the yellow ribbon of her hair, the same ribbon Kasumi so proudly wore and a gift from her to Ayane..

She cut it off, letting her hair fall freely. "I will kill her," Ayane vowed, holding the knife up with newfound determination to kill her sister, to cut her in two as she had done to the ribbon. Ayane would succeed no matter what. She would have Kasumi's head…

Ayane knew at that very moment she had become a hate filled soul, bound to hate Kasumi for the remainder of her life no matter what. She watched as she knelt next to her and dabbed her forehead with the cold cloth.

Ayane wanted to kill her but knew that the softhearted bitch would never try to hurt her. She was too kind hearted. That was her weakness and the very reason why she deserved to die. The only one who would carry the order out without question was Ayane.

Proof of Kasumi's soft heart was noticeable to Ayane. Kasumi was caring for Ayane, her most sworn enemy who had vowed to kill her. She was a fool to care for Ayane's health. Ayane knew that when she would become well again, she would strike at Kasumi. Watching her die would make Ayane all the stronger.

Ayane slowly drifted off to sleep, waiting for the moment when she would become strong enough to kill Kasumi.

Kasumi watched Ayane slowly close her eyes. Kasumi felt sad and her tears slowly surfaced at the thought of one word; one word, which was important to her at that very moment as she stared at Ayane. "Father," she thought.