Nick Lake - Blood Ninja

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Copyright 2009 by Nick Lake

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Lake, Nick.

Blood ninja / Nick Lake.1st ed.

p. cm.

Summary: After his father is murdered and a ninja saves his life, Taro discovers the

connection between ninjas and vampires and finds himself being dragged into a bitter

conflict between the rival lords ruling Japan.

ISBN 978-1-4169-8627-0 (hardcover)

[1. NinjaFiction. 2. VampiresFiction. 3. IdentityFiction. 4. JapanHistoryFiction.]

I. Title.

PZ7.L15857Bl 2009

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2009023598

ISBN 978-1-4169-9830-3 (eBook)

NEAR LORD ODAS CASTLE, NAGOYA

1565

This was not a good place to be out at night, all alone .

Unfortunately for the young girl currently walking through the tradesmens district, it was the middle of the nightand she was very much alone .

She walked with the slightly mincing step of a noble, and carried a delicate folded-up fan. Jeweled rings encrusted her fingers. Her soft indoor tabi slippers were unsuited to running or fighting .

The man in black was glad. Fighting he could handle. But when they ranthat was just annoying .

He glanced down at his young prey, checking to make sure that he had identified the target correctly. Yes, there it was: the distinct form of the Oda mon on the girls kimono, petals within petals .

This was Lord Odas girl .

The girl seemed blithely oblivious to the fine gold thread on her clothes, and the effect it would likely have on the residents of such an area .

This job is going to be easier than I imagined, the man in black thought .

He leaped, almost casually, to the next rooftop. He landed without a sound and ran, his lithe body crouching low to avoid detection. The next rooftop was too far to reach in one bound, but he simply somersaulted to the ground, rolled, then jumped nimbly to grab the overhanging eave. He let himself hang there for a split second, enjoying the feel of gravity pulling at his body, then flipped onto the tiles .

A cat that had been sleeping there stood up in an exaggerated arch of irritation and was about to hiss when the ninja raised a blowpipe to his lips. The cat collapsed softly and rolled down the sloping roof. Before it could fall off the edge and hit the ground below, the ninja stretched languorously and pinned its corpse to the bark tile with a dagger .

The ninja moved from rooftop to rooftop until he was in front of the girl. He waited for the right moment, his entire body perfectly still. When the girl passed below him, he jumped, absorbing the impact of the ground with a smooth bend of the legs that turned almost instantly into a vicious kick to the girls face .

The girl staggered back, and the ninja grinned, pressing his advantage with a flurry of kicks before reaching for his short-sword .

As the ninjas hand moved to his belt, he lowered his eyes for a fraction of a second, and it was then that something smashed into his face, crushing his nose and sending a tsunami of pain and nausea through his body. Through blurred vision he saw the girl pull back her hand, and realized that the fan was not a fan at allit was a heavy metal bar disguised as an everyday object, a classic ninja trick .

But how?

The girl struck again with the bar, and the ninja easily blocked, feeling a new surge of confidence as he finally managed to free his sword and swing it in an upward arc, calculated to shatter the jaw and cut the arteries in the neck and

The girl somehow turned out of the swords path, bringing the fan-turned-club down on the ninjas wrist. The man felt his wrist shatter and the sword drop to the ground just as a fistful of sharp jewels destroyed his left eye .

Not rings. A knuckle-duster .

His legs gave way, and he sank to the ground. But it wasnt over. It was never over. He would heal, in time. Not his eye of course, but the rest

Then the girl stood over him and drew a brutal wakizashi from her kimono, the short-swords blade so sharp it shimmered as if surrounded by heat. She whirled it around her fingers expertly .

And then the ninja knew that it was over .

Tell Lord Tokugawa that if he continues to send me assassins, I will continue to send him corpses, she said. Let him set the world against me, and I will kill the world. Tell him that. And tell him if he wants me to spare his life, he had better send Taro next time, not some weakling of an ordinary ninja. That boy owes me a death.

The ninja looked up at her, faint hope in his one working eye. Youre allowing me to live?

The girl paused. Ah. My mistake.

The ninja tried to smile .

Then she struck, hard and true, at his heart. Ill just have to tell Tokugawa myself.

Yes, this was not a good place to be out at night, all alone .

Especially if you were a ninja .

KANTO PROVINCE, LORD ODAS PREFECTURE

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

Taro straightened up, took a deep breath, and pulled back the string of his bow. There was a familiar twinge from his left shoulder, where a thin silver scar traced a semicircle from chest to back, at intervals punctuated by darker circles suggestive of large tooth marks.

This was not surprisingthey were tooth marks.

Taro ignored the old pain and lined up his arrow with the fleeing rabbit. He held his breath, concentrating on making the bow an extension of his own body. From an early age he had taught himself to make firing the bow a kind of meditation, believing in his mind that the arrow was already sunk deep in its target, that the only thing required was to loose the string and let it fly.

He loosed the string.

The arrow arced over brown summer grass and met the rabbit as it jumped over a tussock, driving it to the ground.

Taro walked over to the dead rabbit. He knelt and removed the barbed tip, then wiped the arrowhead on the grass before returning the arrow to his quiver.