Two Nights Previous...<br/><br/>The man collapsed to his knees, dropping his gun, cleaved in half as the weapon lay in pieces beside him. The glittering moonlight and lights from the street glittered off of the sword held in his opponents hands. She was dressed in an elegant blue dress, kimono-style. Her hair flowed in long, azure waves behind her, shining in the light as her eyes glared at him with pity and indifference. Behind her, a sparkling fountain trickled innocently.<br/><br/>"How pitiful..." her soft voice said, raising her sword<em>Sorakaze</em>to strike. "Drown in your sorrow..." she whispered, the fountain's waters rising up into the air, swooping down upon the doomed man.<br/><br/><br/>The Airport<br/><br/>As the plane touched down, she stalked across the tarmac, the black case slung over her shoulder concealing her wicked<em>Sorakaze</em>and<em>Seiryu</em>. She looked at the guards that emptied out condescendingly. Her feet rooted into the ground at the bottom of the stairs as she awaited<em>his</em>arrival.<br/><br/>As she saw him step out of the plane, Amaya bowed to her knees, taking Sorakaze out and offering it above her head in supplication.<br/><br/>"Welcome home, Master," Amaya greeted him.