P.S. It was Ninjas - by Nikachan

A breeze stirred the lightly falling snowflakes into a whirlwind.  Tokimimotaku watched as it swirled past her. One snowflake almost went into the ninja’s eye as she perched, invisible, in a tree.  But she batted it away with silent precision.  She focused, and then glanced up at her partner.

Mekurukito looked back at Tokimi, and his eyes, the only visible part of his body asked her,  are you ready?

I was born ready, Tokimi replied, and then they leapt.  Silent as the wind, and quicker than the swirling snow they used as camouflage, they sliced through the air.  One swipe, than another, Merkuru went first, and Tokimi mirrored his movement from the other side.   As they alternated, all any onlookers could see was that the wind seemed to be cutting right into the snow bank, making it smaller and smaller.

Their rhythm was only interrupted once, as a little 4-wheel drive utility vehicle drove past down the alley-way.  An onlooker would have been impressed with the little thing, for it seemed to move twice as much snow as it went by then one would have expected.

There was no source, and no explanation.  Tokimi loved the rush she got from being a ninja. Jumping, hiding, sneaking, silent, but she liked the invisible part the very best.  The possibilities were literally endless, and with Mekuru by her side, they doubled that.

But most of the time, the two of them just looked for different ways to have fun.  This whole game of slicing through the snow bank, was really just a snowball fight.  The challenge was that snowballs could only be made from snow in the snowbank.  It would be too easy for either of them to cheat, so they just didn’t.  That was a game for another day.

The snow drift at the bottom of the alley had half vanished in minutes. Both parties were darting fast.  Usually Mekuru got the first shot, but Tokimi was quicker that day. It soon became all-out war, which was perfectly acceptable, as long as it remained silent and invisible.  It began snowing more heavily, and soon another vehicle was coming down the hill.  This one was smaller, and lower to the ground. Tokimi also noticed that it did not have winter tires yet.   The car didn’t slip or anything, that was just the sort of thing that a ninja could notice.

Unlike the previous vehicle though, this one did not sail through the bank.  It got stuck.

Finally, a real challenge! Tokimi thought as she glanced next to her at Mekuru.  He winked.  Then they leapt, as synchronized as back up dancers, towards the car.  It really felt like dancing sometimes, Tokimi thought as she sliced through the air and snow around the car, completely unseen by those inside.

The car, white as the snow, suddenly lurched forward; its passengers called it a miracle.  One even claimed that only the help of the supernatural could have freed the car.  The other two agreed, but only on that one idea. For from then on, until the end of the drive, the debate raged between the passengers whether it had really been ninjas, or if it had in fact been wizards who had provided the miraculous help.

Mekuru’s eyes were laughing as two snowballs acutally collided in midair, right before a second one thrown by his adversary hit the side of his face, jarring his mask. Tokimi thought she had the upper hand when he feigned left and throw it right.  The missile hit her square in the chest. He winked and disappeared.

She followed him back to the house and there he presented her with a fresh cup of hot chocolate.

“How did you…?” she said out loud

“I’m a ninja” 

And the girls in the car never knew, the debate continued endlessly.  P.S. It was ninjas.