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Yoshio was lying face down on the floor as she sits up her pale green hair tumbling down her back. She looks angrily at the tall man in front of her. He was her father and his skin was pale and his eyes staring emotionlessly at her.

"Stand up, you give up to easily"

she struggles to rise and sways on her feet, gripping her katana with both hands the scrawny 10 ten year old glares at this man she wanted to kill him, you can see it burning in her dark eyes. Her fingers flex around the hilt before she charges at him... He easily side-steps and spin kicks, catching her in the back sending her sprawling to the hard ground. She turns, still clinging to her katana just to feel a sharp blade against her neck.

"enough! Practise is over for today."

He lifts his blade from her neck and turns and walks into the darkness somewhere there is a key locking. Yoshio jumps to her feet and runs to the door beating it with her fists, till they were red and sore. But no-one comes back to get her. She slides down the door and cries into her arms her sobs echoing in the darkness. She slides across the floor lowly as if hiding from something; she snatches her katana from the stone floor and huddles against the door playing with the small crack of light with her blade. She sits the cuddling her knees and rocking back and forth then suddenly the light flashes, and it's gone. She trembles her eyes flicking across the dark room. She settles on the cold, stone floor and tries to sleep as the darkness closes in on her.

"Papa"