Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Calibur.
(A.N: Okay I know almost nothing about this fandom, so sorry for any inaccuracies, OOCness etc. For SephirothBeatrix.)
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
Taki had long ago learnt that the life of a ninja was a double-edged sword, one that she was constantly perched on the narrowest egde of. She lived her life on the edge of a knife – a knife forever stained with blood that threatened to make her slip beyond the edge of sanity.
Some swords were not meant to be fused together: some minds were not meant to meet. Everything was in constant conflict with everything else, and everything had a reason behind it. Nothing was without meaning: that much she had managed to gather in her life as a ninja, forever hiding away, cloaked by shadows as she fought both against both her enemies and herself.
The life of a ninja is a deadly, double-edged sword. One wrong move and you just might slip, falling away into the shadows of nothingness.