One could already guess that this girl was up to no-good as she scurried across the castle way, watching her step as she did so. Anyone who wasn't blind could tell she was of some threat as a katana hung loose at her left side. The black metal sheath slapped at her camouflaged leg in a rhythm, a hand grasping the cloth handle firmly as she jumped, accidentally brushing the ruby at the hilt with her finger. It flashed red but ceased as her hand went up to touch a wooden door. Yes, she had reached the castle. Perfect.

If the sneaking around wasn't a dead give away then the perfect precision in which she picked the iron-clad lock was. Looking at the thing dully for a moment, the girl chunked it over her shoulder with a shrug. No use in keeping it, to rusted to do much good. Grasping the door she yanked it open with an odd air of grace and authority. She slid thru the small opening calmly, placing the palm of her hand on the door so it would close quietly. Last thing she needed was a squeaky door.

Very stealth like the girl somewhat ran down the hall, boots not making a sound as her head looked left and right. Door, door, shoji, shoji, door, door. She was looking for a hallway. The man specifically said a hallway. He just failed to mention in which direction. The girl silently cursed the vendor at the market place. Why she had trusted a human as sneaky as him, she had no clue, the way he merely shoved a diamond incrusted lamp under her nose caught her attention. Again, the girl didn't know why. She preferred rubies over diamonds any day. Sighing, she shook her head, "They won't like this one bit, that they won't." she muttered contemplating if she should go back and forget the whole "mission", then she saw the hallway. Bingo.

A soft "tack" sound vibrated off the walls as she ran down the long dark hallway. It reminded her eerily of her uncle's dungeon except with a more homely feel to it. 'Which is quite weird, you have to admit O brain of mine, because dungeons are intended for torture and death! Not exactly quaint, little cottage material.' Stopping in front of two great oak doors, the girl clasped the dragon headed handle in her hand and pulled. A great groaning sound echoed thru the silent castle like a gong, vibrating off every wall, shoji, and door around. The girl all but froze as she made a mad dash in to the forbidden chamber. She'd never live it down if she was caught and tried as a petty thief. Though it wouldn't matter considering the fact that ninja's don't get caught. Not this one anyways.

Pulling a torch off the wall she struck a match against the marble and lit the piece of wood, a smirk crossing her beautiful face as it luminated a soft glowing light. Her aunt was right after all, torches are best for sneaking mission, who would have thought. Clasping the handle of her sword for slight comfort the girl walked the length of the treasure troved room, head looking left and right as she eyed mountains and mountains of gold, gems, rubies, and, without doubt, stolen priceless antiques. It wasn't known as Fortress Rosuto-kin for nothing.

Not to be swayed by the pretty, shiny things (even though she would have loved to sit on top of one of the mountains and count to her hearts content) the young girl walked up to a red-wooded cabinet. It had carvings of mountain landscapes and oceans with dragons flying over head. The stranger knew almost at once that it was very old, and very dusty, meaning it was a priceless antique. Best not set it on fire then.

Setting the torch down in its little holder on the wall she opened the cabinet and began to rummage thru trying to find what she was so desperately looking for, the thing that had caused her mother to drag her out of her nice, warm bed in the middle of the night. The girl resolved she would never forgive that woman even if she did give her a wicked, awsome sword and peanuts. Thus, she resolved to muttering to herslef to let out the pent up anger, she didn't want to get tried for destruction of preceless, albiet stolen, antiques.

"No, no, she said it would be in a cabinet that looked like crap. ... Okay, so she didn't say 'crap', but the definition of 'really old and ancient' is 'crap', sorry father if I have spoken against you. Hey! Seventh Century maps, now these are old!" she mused unrolling one to look at the ancient doodling. After a moment she shrugged, tossing it to the side as though it was nothing. She was more then certain one of her aunts would have killed her if they witnessed such a thing.

After awhile the girl cursed and swore in a long-dead language. "Where is it?!" She snarled resisting the urge to slam the armoire door shut. It wouldn't do to wake the castle up. 'Course what does it matter?' She thought gloomily, her eyes wandering over the room for no reason. 'It's nearly dawn and the spells wearin' off the sentries.' Heaving a great sigh the young girl was about to leave when something caught her interest. It was buried under mountains of gold, had not the sapphire stone sticking out from the silver handle caught her sharp eye in the torch light, she might have missed it completely and crawled home empty handed. And that simply wouldn't do.

Grabbing the torch of the wall she walked briskly to the "item" and examined it, well the part that was sticking up anyways. Nodding her head in small satisfaction, the young maiden set the torch down in the gold, some way off so it wouldn’t collapse as she shifted the mounds of money. It wasn't that hard as she pocketed some of the gold with a catish-grin and threw some of it to the side. 'No sense in taking more then you can carry; after all, don't want to be weighed down when running.' She thought connivingly as the girl dug like a dog till she reached the blade.

Grabbing the hilt she yanked it with ease out of the treasure, ignoring the whooshing and collapsing sound as she did so. Her face was graced with a sinister grin as she twirled the katana between her fingers with perfect ease. Yes, at long last she had the Legendary Sword of the Moon. Who was it who said she couldn't do it? James? Oh, she would definitly show him all right. Sliding it in to the folds of her belt the girl walked quietly out of the room, shutting the door with precise ease behind her. Striding confidently (and why not? she just completed a very hard mission!) down the hall the white-haired girl would have taken the time to admire the sunrise, if she didn't hear a very loud ringing.

'Wait? Ringing? Blazes! The spell's wearing off!' Clasping her hand around the hilts of the two swords she ran thru the hall keeping to the shadows and not making a sound. It was ironic that the young maiden remembered her training, she never did pay much attention choosing to spar and romp around with her kin or the other children instead. It was more ironic that it would sneak back in to her mind again, especially when the "plan" was coming up. The white-haired teenager knew she would need all the luck, training, and memories she could get and she would need it soon. Very soon.

Slipping thru the very door she entered thru the stranger ran across the courtyard yet again and jumped over the gate just as the sun peaked over the mountains and the spell broke. No doubt, by the time she reached her destination, the manor would be in chaos finding the lock broke and the treasure room missing a few "assets". Nothing they couldn't replenish, for a band of thieves the Mikado Clan was quite cunning.