Killing Time (Closed)
Senju had noticed that this place seemed to bring out the worst in him. Back home, there’d been a reason for the respect people gave him. A reason they used ‘sama’ when addressing him, though Senju had never quite gotten used to that. Ambition, he still had plenty of that, and probably always would, but it had come with good judgment. There had been a reason for it, a good reason.
Now, he was seriously beginning to wonder if weapons and ninjutsu-skills were the only things a shinobi lost when entering Manhattan. His luck seemed to have abandoned ship, while good sense had committed suicide in a very grisly manner, and hadn’t bothered to leave a note.
Looking for weapons wasn’t a bad idea, in and of itself. Going about it at four AM, and near the subway entrance closest to Central Park, both areas where crabs were known to hang around in large quantities, was most defiantly a Bad Idea.
He blamed the rain. If it hadn’t been raining, he wouldn’t have slipped, and the crab wouldn’t have gotten the chance to stick its teeth in, and splatter his blood all over the sidewalk. Of course, it wouldn’t have happened if he’d used his head and ran like hell when he’d had the chance, but Senju was choosing to ignore that train of thought.
He coughed, and kicked the crab into the nearest wall. It squealed and died a very slow death, helped along by the fact that Senju was slicing chunks off with his katana.
The other crabs were dead. Only the one had gotten the chance to bite. Senju raised his arm up slightly, and frowned. Little bastard had ruined his arm-guard.
Too much blood and poor lighting made the bite look like nothing more than a glistening shadow over his right wrist. Only the sharp throbbing said otherwise. Somehow, it hadn’t nicked any arteries. Nothing spurted. That was good.
Senju exhaled sharply, and pushed wet hair out of his face. Great. Get bitten by a stupid crab-thing. Very smart, Shodaime, very smart.