The Odyssey of Kisa

💮Prologue💮

Kisa rode a red Yamaha YZF-R6, speeding down a road near a coast in Europe. The road was mostly empty at this hour. It allowed her to increase the velocity as she pleased. To anyone driving this late, she could pass as a guy; wearing a black leather jacket, moto cargo pants, and her beloved combat boots. One wouldn't know her gender until she took off the blood red helmet that hid her appearance. Sometimes, for the fun of it, she'd leave the helmet on after dismounting her bike, not saying a word and would just give off an authoritative yet masculine demeanor. The act would confuse people as she seemed to be a man, but would be a bit feminine to throw them off such a thought and have them back at square one. 

There was a place she was heading to, or rather a country. Everything known to her was being left behind;  her dead grandfather, people she knew, and those that dared call her family. All for what she had lost a couple years ago. Not much is known about her childhood; at least not before the age of eleven. Kisa had woken up in a hospital bed, her memory lost. More confused than sad or angry. The officials had told her she had been in an accident. An envelope was left by her unconscious body, which had her first name and age. Other than that, nothing was known about her. It was as if she was taken from a whole other world and left in this one. How the lass came to be was a trial to her character, shaping her into who she now is. 

Because she felt like it, Kisa popped a wheelie, the front tire touching the road once more a moment after. Slowing down as her chocolate  brown eyes spotted what she was looking for, Kisa began to make a mental list of things that were needed. Coming to a stop once she found a parking spot, a low groan escaped her lips as she straightened.  Carefully dismounting her bike, she placed a hand above her right hip.

Kisa headed towards the entrance, limping as she did. Before she had hopped on the road and had taken off on her vehicle, she had been in an altercation. The lass had been ambushed when she met up with an armsdealer in an abandoned warehouse. Apparently the armsdealer had heard of the weapons she carried and wanted them for himself. It was a pity that she had to put him down, he was one of the best dealers. There was now a target on her back. The death of the dealer would make a few people in power quite angry. If said people in power found out what he was after, another target would be added, with a large number of people aiming for it. Her thoughts began to travel back to the event, her body moving on it's own as her hand opened the door to the store.

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"Kisa!" A man clad in a black and white suit greeted the gal with open arms and a Cheshire smile. Two of his men flanked him on either side, assault rifles at the ready. "It's been a while, I was beginning to think you moved on to another."

The lass was leaning against the motorcycle, her back against it. Cocking her helmet covered head to the side, Kisa slowly crossed her arms. The young woman wasn't interested in formalities. Business and pleasure is what she was all about.

"Come on, we are basically family." The man in the suit spoke, his brows now furrowed as he placed a hand atop his chest, feigning hurt. When he didn't get a response, aside from the glare hidden behind the helmets visor, he breathed in. "You know what, if you want weapons, then you have to greet me." He now crossed his arm's, pursing his lips as he did.

"Nathan." Kisa spoke in a low tone, loud enough that the man heard, even though the helmet muffled her voice. She watched his slightly widened eye's  began to settle and a smirk form on his lips. "Now, let's bargain." She pushed off the bike after speaking and sauntered her way over to him.
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Kisa focused on her torso as she gazed at her reflection, adjusting the bandage wraps to keep the gauze pads in place. Letting out a soft breath through her slightly parted lips, she placed the clips on the wraps before leaning against the sink. Her top was hung on a hook against the bathroom door along with her jacket. A sports bra covered her upper torso, her hair up in a messy bun.
 
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"So what's your price?" Kisa asked as she raised her gaze and settled it on Nathan.