A/N:Back wit ch 13!! pls RnR!!

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Fluffy(me): I own "Blood of a Killer" but...

Ame: -whispers- is she alright..

Riyo:Iie..(no..)

Fluffy: Riyo's...da boss..and..

Ame: 'and..'

Fluffy: I'm sorry for anything I've done to anger him, or mislead anyone into believing I'm the boss..

Ame: wow...

Riyo: Heh..

Last Time: “Mnng…” she relaxed at his voice, he slowly lowered himself to his knees as well. He didn’t say anything more but he could still feel her relax a bit more. Lifting her head up toward his she gave a small shy smile hesitantly before saying “I-I’m sorry…Riyo.”

Ame gave a sigh but didn’t bother complaining to her traveling companion. She pushed herself to walk faster, trying to keep up with the much taller and faster Riyo.

She felt fustrated, Riyo had been in another battle. He was probably wounded, though she for the most part, knew he would never die, easily. But if he were wounded, would he have pressed them to walk at such a fast pace? Or rushed them to be on their way without so much a short breather?

This left her wondering, was he alright?

While Ame struggled to keep up, with both the pace set and her thoughts, Riyo was left to his own thoughts. The fight earlier had ended with the younger of the two, the boy’s, death and the other retreating. The ebony haired Master, narrowed his eyes slightly at the memory. Ame had rushed to him, distracting him long enough for the other to escape.

He was mostly sure Ame hadn’t meant to aid in the enemy’s escape, but either way he was mildly annoyed with the girl. Intentional or not.

There would be more attacks to come, he’d allowed him to escape after all. He was sure the coward had ran back for help, back up or something of that sort.

He nearly growled at the thought, more fighting was ahead, he had no problem with that. Well other than the fact he still wasn’t healed. His body ached, all over. He nearly groaned and limped, but held his composer. There was no way he would lose it now, not with more enemies lurking and…then there was Ame walking a few paces behind him.

At the thought of his enemies, he pushed his pace forward. Pressing longer faster strides down the badly kept paths. Ame made a whimpering sound behind him but pushed herself to keep up.

“Ass..” Ame muttered, in return, from somewhere behind him. She understood they needed to hurry. That lagging behind would only make things worst, for her and Riyo. But she was sore, how much was she suppose to take after all? She groaned.

Shaking her head she forced away her fatigue, there were probably more enemies lurking around, after all. She understood that, Riyo was just doing what was best for them. What right did she have to complain after all? Riyo was hurt much, much worst than she was! She suddenly felt very guilty, glancing up, her eyes met with the black haired man’s dark back.

“Riyo-kun…”

He didn’t answer, but simply kept his quick pace ahead of the girl. She watched him carefully, watching his every move, his every step. Wondering, vaguely if he’d trip, stumble or fall to the ground. Collapsing, never to rise again. She shook the thought away.

This was Riyo, RIYO! Goddamn it!

Her eyes studied him closely, taking in every inch that was visible to her hungry eyes.

He had once more covered his body in that seemingly thick dark material, his casual kimono. His dark ebony hair played well with the cloth. Her eyes trailed down the softly tanned skin of his neck, though only the back was visible to her at the moment. His broad shoulder held the kimono while his belt, also dark and fitting with his other clothing and his hair, secured it. Small stains of blood, had remained, clad heavily to the dark material of his kimono, along with his short dark hair. Most had gathered on his side and midsection. She could see his long dangerous but protective sword slip from within the dark folds of his dark clothing. Catching few glimpses of his arms and hands, most catching his long sleeves that concealed them. His back held him strait and tall. While his legs moved in long strides, and from the few small glimpses she was awarded and what she knew about him. She figure they were very muscular legs hidden under his kimono. She forced the blush that rose to her cheeks back down.

While forcefully telling herself it wasn’t because she found him attractive, but because…

She shook the thoughts from her head. Concentrating, instead, on the blood staining his kimono. She figured, well hoped, most the blood was from other people, his opponents. But she knew most if not all the blood cloaking his stomach and side, leaking to even stain the cloth that covered his slim hips. That was way too much blood, she was sure of that.

She held back a whimper, “Riyo-kun?” she spoke slightly louder.

He glanced at her over his shoulder, “F-for.. chatting, n-no time..” he muttered, turning his attention back to the path ahead.

Pain poured into Riyo’s body, throbbing, he bit back another groan, struggling to keep his quick unfaltering pace. Each step pounding more pain into his already, torn and broken body. He nearly tripped, his breath now coming in much shallower gulps. Sweat dripped down his heated face, he fought the urge to wipe away the salty, sticky liquid from his eyes.

Why was it so hot this time of the year?

He had pushed himself in the fight, he had been previously wounded then entered another battle. It was stupid, but unavoidable.

He’d probably managed to reopen his wounds.

Riyo was vaguely aware of harsh bark biting into his palms, and dark red blood dripping to the ground in unending streams. The world before him blurring, darkening, he fought off the dark that threatened to cover his vision. Gasping for breath, for something solid to hold him, for his composer, he struggled.

He heard a voice, high pitched, loud, near his ear, he looked over but his vision failed him. His voice failed him, dry and sore, he tried to answer the pleading voice but to no avail. Nothing came, his body didn’t respond his voice would answer, his eyes dark and now empty.

He groaned, his chest constricting painfully, pounding as if it would burst at ant moment. His head, pounded, clouded, throbbed, as if it been beat on repeatedly. The high girlie voice yelled again, the words unclear, but so close to his ear, so loud, he, if he could, would have turned and slapped the owner of that voice.

“RIYO!?” the voice was loud, mostly clear yet fuzzy with the oncoming darkness.

His dark crimson rimmed eyes snapped to meet with deep chocolaty ones, tears spilling openly. He nearly gasped at the site that greeted him, Ame. The only coherent thought that processed in his foggy head. His vision faded, as he struggled to speak to gather himself. To once more gather a arrogant smirk and stride on in his cocky way.

“Ri-Ri…Riyo…” Ame whimpered.

To Be Continued…

A/N:well dats it for dis ch, chappy 13..wow lol thanx for reading..pls review!! :3