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Strangers in Fiction	By : Ambrosia Category: M through R > Matrix, The (All) > Matrix, The (All) Views: 1530 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Matrix Trilogy or Incident at Blood Pass...except my own Original Characters. I make no money from writing this story.

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Author's Note: Thank you darkangelaryannrhod for reviewing "Between Heaven and Hell" that inspired me to keep going! I promise, BH&H is getting updated next! (I do not own ‘The Matrix’ or ‘Ambush: Incident at Blood Pass.’ I gain no profit from writing these stories. Violetta is mine!)
Chapter Three: Rescue at Sanshuu Pass
Mouse followed Violetta into the tropical forest away from the beach, pausing to look back at the idyllic scene one more time. The lagoon was one of the most beautiful scenes he’d seen outside of a picture, marred only by the strange appearance of the chairs and table the woman had brought there. He breathed in the salt-air deeply and closed his eyes, savoring the warm sun on his face.

“You ready?” came Violetta’s soft voice behind him. He sighed and nodded, turning his back and following without looking back.

“Ready for what?”
He moved up beside her and noticed she was standing in front of small pool. She knelt down and took off her hat, giving a flick of her wrist to set it spinning it on its brim in her palm. After a moment she dropped it into the water and to his surprise, it never hit the surface.
The hat continued to spin, hovering just over the surface of the crystal pool. In the space of seconds, it widened, the hat’s insides opening up into a great black maw which began to emit and retract air…he realized that the ‘brim’ of the hat had begun to blend in with their surroundings.
“What is this?” he hollered over the gale.
Violetta smiled at him and held out her hand. “It’s our ride to the next world.”
Filled with apprehension and reminded of their escape from the Matrix, Mouse took her hand, grimaced and kept his eyes on her as they jumped. As they sailed through the air and the howling wind whipped the warmth from his clothes, everything went dark until Mouse knew no more.
“Mouse,” came a distant voice, somehow familiar...and urgent. “Mouse!” He shifted and raised his hand, blocking out the sun’s rays. Though familiar, his name sounded really odd. It was being pronounced ‘Ma-O-suu’ by its speaker.
“What?” he asked irritated.
That same voice spoke rapid-fire Japanese just above him. He looked up. Violetta stood over him, holding out her hand. She spoke again and as he watched her, it sounded like Japanese but the sounds didn’t match the movements of her mouth. “Come on, we’ve got to get ready,” appeared in small, clear words beneath her chin.
“What the hell is going on here?” he asked. She glanced down at his throat and back at him.
She replied and simultaneously, the word “Subtitles,” appeared beneath her face. He blinked and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Okay, that is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen some pretty weird shit.” Violetta smiled.
“I expected something weird, like a sudden understanding of Japanese,” she said, “but this is kinda odd, I agree.” She helped him up and Mouse looked around, registering his surroundings. It sure was cold.
The mountains rose and fell around them, three peaks prominent in the background. Though a layer of snow covered everything but the road next to them, the skies were clear. They were several yards from the road winding through the pass and several yards away, he could see a small structure at the roadside. It appeared at first to be a single building, though after holding up his hand to stave off the glare from the sun on snow, he noticed a rooftop in the trees just beyond a portion of slope.
“Where are we?” he asked.
“Japan in the Tokugawa Era, Sanshuu Pass. We’re here to get a guy named ‘Gentetsu.’ He’s a doctor, outlaw and a great swordsman.”
“Is he in there?” Mouse asked, gesturing to the buildings by the road.
“Yes,” Violetta replied standing and brushing snow off of her kimono, “he is. But we won’t be able to get him until later. We have to wait.”
“For what?”
“For him to jump down the mountain, there.” She pointed, indicating a conveniently cleared portion of the mountainside which ran along the edge of the road closer to where they now stood.
“How do you know he’ll do that?”
“Trust me” she said sadly, “He will.” He glanced at her and followed as she walked down the side of the mountain and to the structure below.
He admired the view from behind, her figure hidden beneath the layers of clothes she now wore, but it was still flattering. Japanese designs have the ability to be both functional and beautiful. She wore a kimono which was deep mauve and a thick vest over it which was dark blue. She settled a hat on her head, made of woven straw, angled to hide her eyes and European features.
Glancing down, he realized he was wearing thick brown hakama and a deep gray haori over an olive kimono. Noting a weight at his side, he felt around and pulled out a katana tucked into his belt. Unsheathing it, he smirked to note the mouse-like touch to the kabuki mask on the sheath.
Violetta spoke urgently and he looked up to see, “Hurry, someone’s coming!” across her bosom. I need to pay attention, he thought to himself. They hurriedly snuck around the back of the teahouse to the structure behind, hiding behind that at Violetta’s gesture.
“They’re going to come out the back of the teahouse and into this building. We can’t be inside when they go in.”
They watched as a pair of rough-looking men came down the road from the opposite direction and went into the teahouse. “It’s now or never,” said Violetta. She ran around the side of the building and slipped inside. Mouse, having done so dozens of times for the crew of Nebuchadnezzar, stood guard to watch.
Moments later, she returned, holding a coil of hempen rope, a bundle that looked like netting and a large flask. He looked at the flask quizzically. “Medicine.” Puzzled by her choice of equipment, he followed her back to the area they had emerged from.
“What now?”
“We climb.” And so they did. They climbed down the mountain, trying to keep quiet and thankful for the muffling quality snow had on sounds as they did so. It was hard work, their hands freezing in the cold and scraped from climbing down bare rock without the benefit of the rope she’d brought.
“It’s for Gentetsu,” she said, looking at him from below. Her kimono shifted, revealing the bright red undergarment at her collar and she shivered. “I have an idea but I’ll need your help setting it up. We have to hurry!”
When they reached a portion of the mountain which sloped slightly – before a steep drop-off – they strung the rope between two trees, praying all the while that they would hold, being thinner on the mountainside. Attached was the netting, anchored at the base of the trees and rigged to rise when they pulled on the rope to catch the predictably-falling man.

Their work finished, they had nothing left to do but wait and hope they didn’t freeze in the meantime. They hid in a stand of scraggly trees and brush, which afforded them some small protection from the frigid air but they were soon shivering in spite of their vigorous work.
Mouse had his hands tucked into this sleeves, which were warmer than he’d expected. He sat on his heels to both rest and keep himself off the snow. Violetta hadn’t done the same, having sat on the ground next to him after brushing some snow off a rock. She shivered and Mouse’s eyes softened.
“Hey,” he said gently, “Not trying anything funny.” He held out his hand to her. “We’re both cold. C’mere.” She took his hand and he helped her up, pulling her into his arms and leaning back against the tree behind him. She shivered again as she slid her arms up his sleeves, reminded afresh of just how chilled she was. Though he himself felt cold, she found him welcome warmth. Her cold hands slid up his arms and around his shoulders, his own sliding along hers as they held each other close. He breathed in the scent of her hair when she tucked her head into his shoulder and breathed on his neck. Adjusting after a moment, he moved her hat and balanced it against the tree and themselves to create a windbreak for their heads at least. He shivered slightly, glad to retreat back to her warmth.
Another few minutes went by and he found himself both pleased and uncertain to find himself touching her bare skin. It was for warmth, he reminded himself, but couldn’t help enjoying the contact. She was soft, smooth, belying the fighter he saw in her when she came to his rescue. A bemused smile touched his lips and he nuzzled her hair.
She froze. He followed suit. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I –
“It’s ok.” She nuzzled his neck, raising fresh goose bumps which weren’t entirely due to the cold. He looked down into her face and she smiled up at him. She’s only inches away, he thought to himself. He looked at her lips, full and inviting, somewhat pale from chill. He smiled back at her and mentally steeled himself for the duration of her nearness and the task at hand.
“Tell me about Gentetsu,” he said, hoping to distract himself. She tucked her face into his shoulder and cuddled closer. He wrapped his haori around them both and tucked their limbs once more, settling in.
“Gentetsu is a complicated man…and a bit of a perv, to put it lightly. He was forced to live on-the-run by a powerful government official for whom he was a scapegoat when it came out the wife of another powerful official had had an affair.”
“And Gentetsu took the blame?”
Violetta nodded, hair brushing beneath his chin. “He couldn’t naysay the man and win, he was too politically powerful.” Mouse murmured his understanding, breathing in her scent softly. “The more power he gains, the more inconvenient Gentetsu alive becomes. So he posed as a man, calling himself, ‘Crow’ and hired Gentetsu to lead an attack on a secret delivery of gold. If it gets delivered, a clan will be destroyed by the Shogun. ‘Crow’ hired Yojimbo to help Gentetsu with the ambush…but really he was hired to kill him.”
“Wait, don’t you mean ‘A yojimbo?’”
“No. He’s the classical nameless Ronin. He is simply ‘Yojimbo’ or whatever other name he makes up when others ask.”
“Hmm. So with all of this plotting, what happens?”
Violetta smiled into his shoulder, relishing the warmth of him. “Gentetsu fails. Overcome with despair at his failure, he throws himself from the mountain…above where we are now. I’ll have you see the movie sometime. It’s a sleeping gem.”
“You know its odd having to read all of this, right?”
“Yeah,” she laughed softly, “It really is. I’m glad we’re not living here.”
“There are worse places.”
They stood in silence for a moment. Distantly, they heard a woman shriek. Mouse looked up toward the road, and seeing nothing, looked back at Violetta, eyes slightly wider. He furrowed his brow when she showed little response but heightened alertness.
“It’s starting,” she said, “He’ll be here soon.”
“What about the screams?”
“Don’t worry about them. They’re ok. “
Slightly disconcerted by the sounds of shouting above, he squeezed her slightly. “They don’t sound okay.”
“Hush” She extricated herself from him, reluctant to leave the warmth, and moved to the edge of the copse of pines, readying the rope. Unable to stand feeling useless, Mouse crouched to check everything while he heard distant shouting, arguing and from the opposite direction, what could only be several synchronized footsteps landing heavily.
“It’s the baggage porters, delivering the ‘gold.’”
The shouting quieted sharply. The silence of the pass was eerie in comparison, the air palpably tense. They saw a few of the baggage porters as the line passed above them. They looked tense, as though expecting trouble. A hard lump grew in Mouse’s stomach: he well knew what it felt like to be in their position…and, oddly, the bandits. Neither sat well with him.
An explosion was heard and when they looked, the teahouse had gone up in smoke and flame, debris falling over the side of the mountain. A shout came and not-so-distantly the sound of battle broke out over the pass and echoed through the mountains.
“There’s the reveal” she whispered softly.
The battle continued for a few minutes and sooner than Violetta expected, they heard a great shout of “Yojimbo! I’ll see you in Hell!” And a man carrying a katana leapt from the cliff.
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