Subject: [FFML] [Fanfic][RK]Holding the Bag
From: "Jan Story" <janstory@mpdr0.detroit.mi.ameritech.net>
Date: 7/3/1999, 9:29 AM
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This went over pretty well when I posted it on KFFDISC, so I thought I'd put
it over here for some wider feedback.  As ever, constructive comments are
welcome.


HOLDING THE BAG
A Rurouni Kenshin fanfic by Jan Story

Standard Disclaimer: all the characters in this story belong to Nobuhiro
Watsuki, Shueisha, Sony, etc. EXCEPT for the little old man, who is the
brainchild of none other than Rumiko Takahashi.  And so...


A man was hanging out laundry. An unusual sight in the Tokyo of 1880, even
if the man was small and slim as a girl. As unusual as a girl leading
kenjutsu lessons. But this was the dojo of Kamiya Kasshin Ryuu, and the
neighbors had long since gotten used to its eccentric inhabitants and the
mayhem they sometimes attracted.

This fine spring morning, the only mayhem seemed to be what the dojo's
shihandai was inflicting on her first student. "Men, men, tsuke, pick it UP,
Yahiko-CHAN!" she shouted to the rhythm of shinai against shinai.

"Tanuki-hag," he grumbled, but did the drill again, faster.
Out in the yard, Kenshin smiled and picked up the next garment.

It happened so fast he didn't even have time to blink! No sooner had his
ki-sense picked up *something* than a blur streaked through the yard and the
piece of laundry was snatched from his hands, disappearing over the wall. A
voice floated back to him, an old man's voice, cackling in unholy glee.
"Dai-ryou ja! Dai-ryou ja!"

/*That was Kaoru-dono's...*/ His sakabatou flashed in the morning sun as he
sprang high into the air, over the wall, after the fleeing thief. "Hiten
Mitsurugi Ryuu -- Ryuu-tsui... oro?" His quarry was gone, and below him...

With cries of "Thief!" and "Pervert!" a mob of women surrounded a tall, thin
figure covered in white, pummeling it with brooms, rakes, ladles and other
domestic implements. Kenshin sheathed his blade, came to a graceful
one-point landing, and pulled one of the white objects -- a woman's
underkimono -- off the figure's head.

"Oro?" Kenshin's eyes widened. The women's victim was revealed as Hajime
Saitou, once of the Shinsengumi and now of the police. The inspector's hands
were filled with filmy white garments...

"Oro yourself," Saitou growled. "They think I stole their underwear!"

"That's mine!" "Give it back, thief" "Pervert!" The women attacked again,
snatching at their stolen belongings, pounding Saitou and Kenshin with equal
ferocity.

"Oro! Oro!"

"Honestly, Kenshin!" exploded Tae Sekihara. "I expect the police to be
perverts, but what are you doing with our underwear?"

"Oro?"

"What do you mean, you expect the police to be perverts?" Saitou sputtered.

"Hmm, does Tokio know about your little hobby?" a new voice asked. Sanosuke
peeled himself off a tree and sauntered over, obviously delighted to catch
the policeman in an embarrassing situation. He idly picked up one of the
filmy garments, but when he saw how the ties had been torn away from the
fabric... "Why you... this is Megumi's!" His amiable manner vanished and he
started for Saitou, eyes blazing and fists clenched.

"Dai-ryou ja!" Something snatched the robe from his hand and the rest of the
underthings vanished in a blur. The blur stopped moving and became a small,
elderly man, his bald head fringed in white hair. "Thanks for taking care of
my silky darlings for me!" He bounded off.

"After him!"

"Che, Kenshin, that guy's faster than you!" Sano panted.

"He's faster than Soujirou!" Kenshin retorted.

"Heh heh heh, you whippersnappers are a hundred years too slow to catch me!"
the little man taunted.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

They finally ran him down in an open space next to the river. Face to face,
he didn't seem very formidable, just a little old man with a long Dutch pipe
in his hand, kneeling on the bank and clutching a bundle nearly as large as
himself. His huge eyes glistened as he looked from one swordsman to the
other, from the grim and forbidding figure of Saitou to the amber flickers
in Kenshin's eyes. "I'm just a poor, unarmed old man. There's no need for
you swordsmen to destroy my simple pleasures."

Sano cracked his knuckles. "That's right. Don't need swords to deal with
your kind, kuso jijii!" He charged at the old man.

"Ahou," Saitou muttered.

The old man rose to his feet, pipe in hand. His eyes narrowed. Kenshin's
widened in surprise. /*That's no ordinary old man!*/ "Sano, don't -- " he
shouted, but too late. Sanosuke's body flew spinning into the air, to land
with a splash in the river. On the far side.

Saitou stepped forward. "Old man, you're under arrest for stealing
underwear. Now, are you going to come along quietly? I warn you, I'm much
stronger than that rooster head."

"Heh heh heh, you may be stronger, but you're still a hundred years too
young to catch me!"

"We'll see about that." Saitou drew his katana and dropped into the
deceptively awkward-looking Gatotsu stance with his right hand drawn back,
left foot forward and left hand reaching almost to the tip of his
shorter-than-standard blade. "I have only one response to those who threaten
the peace, whether they are revolutionaries or... underwear thieves. Aku.
Soku. Zan."

"Fine talk, sonny. Can you back it up?" Ki flared around the old man's tiny
body in a blue cloud, growing brighter and shaping itself into... the heads
of multiple dragons!

/*What in the world?*/ Kenshin wondered. /*One, two, three, four...*/

Saitou moved, almost faster than the eye could follow. The dragons struck at
almost the same instant.

/*...six, seven...*/

The fighters' moves were hidden in the blue glow of the old man's
ki-dragons. Then the dragons winked out. Saitou was on his knees, leaning
heavily on his blade, his uniform in tatters. The old man struck him on the
head with his pipe, and the Wolf of Mibu sprawled face down on the ground,
out cold.

"Heh heh heh, he was pretty good." The old man was breathing a little harder
now, and his bald dome shone with sweat. He turned to Kenshin. "What about
you? Want to play?"

"I don't want to hurt you, ojii-dono," Kenshin replied.
/*Seven dragons... eight opponents at once. Kuzu-ryuu-sen?*/
The old man seemed to swell, the glow of his ki brightening around him.

/*He's magnifying his own ki... using something like the One-Sided Heart!*/
Kenshin's eyes flashed golden fire. Yelling a battle-cry, he charged. The
two met with the power of a lightning strike.

Kenshin slid to a stop and turned again to face his opponent. His kimono was
in tatters and he felt bruised all over. The old man wasn't uninjured; one
sleeve of his garment was half torn off and a trickle of blood oozed down
his arm.

"Omoshiroi," the old man puffed. "You look so much like a girl, I didn't
think you'd be this interesting." He took a puff on his pipe. "Want to be a
girl for real? I've heard of a place in China where you can turn into
anything you want."

"ORO?!!" Kenshin's eyes went wide with surprise and outrage, then narrowed
to mere slits. The old man drew himself up again.

/*I underestimated his strength,*/ Kenshin said to himself.
/*There's only one thing that will work now.*/ He dropped into battou-jutsu
stance, his left foot sliding forward...

"There he is!"

"We've got you now, old pervert!"

"Underwear thief!"

The mob of local women surged around the old man, hiding him from Kenshin's
sight. The rurouni let out a long breath and forced his clenched hands open,
letting his sword-ki flow away...

"*There* you are, Kenshin!"

"Oro?" He turned. Advancing toward him was a snarling youkai in kimono and
hakama, shinai held ready, sapphire eyes blazing fury. "Kaoru-dono..."

"What did you mean taking off like that? I was so worried... I thought you'd
gone wandering off again!" Every word was emphasized with a blow from her
shinai.

"Sumanai... I never mean to make you worry..." He dropped to his knees under
the rain of blows.

"Kenshin no BAKA!!"

"Ororoo..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Saitou cautiously raised his head. The mob was heading back to town, having
vented their anger on the thief and reduced him to a little heap of
discarded rags. Kaoru walked beside Tae at their head, dragging a
spiral-eyed Kenshin by the ponytail. Her recovered underkimono fluttered
from the end of her shinai like a battle flag.

One delicate garment lay on the grass, unclaimed. /*I wonder if that's...*/
The little heap of rags began to move. The old man crawled over to the
undergarment, rubbed its folds over his face, inhaled its scent. "Ah," he
sighed. Then he jumped to his feet, apparently fully healed -- or maybe
never injured in the first place.

/*I can't believe that. Battousai wounded him. Those women beat him to a
pulp.*/

The old man noticed him. "You boys were more fun than I thought you'd be,
especially your red-haired friend. I wouldn't mind playing with him again.
Saraba!" He bounded away, gleefully waving his remaining prize. "Dai-ryou
ja!"

/*Why couldn't it have been something easy, like another maniac trying to
take over the country? One elderly underwear thief... I'm never going to
live this one down.*/ It was nice out here. Quiet. No superiors to explain
things to. No up-and-coming juniors who thought the veterans of the
Bakumatsu were getting too old and slow to be effective in the streets. /*At
least everybody got their stuff back.*/

/*Wait a minute. That old thief got away with one piece. One that nobody
claimed.*/

/*Because its owner wasn't here.*/

/*Because...*/

/*Oh no. Tokio's...*/

It was really nice out here. Quiet. Peaceful. Too bad it couldn't last.

Never mind headquarters. Sooner or later he was going to have to go *home.*

Just a little longer...

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NOTES, EXPLANATIONS ETC.

My husband and I were watching Mirror, Mirror, and as I sometimes do with
Happousai I started wondering what he did for an underwear-fix in his
younger days, before the invention of the brassiere, and before Japanese
women started wearing Western clothes.  (Men adopted Western dress long
before women did, and the bra wasn't invented until the 1920s.)  That led to
the idea of him running around Meiji Tokyo stealing underwear... hey,
Kenshin does the laundry!  I was originally going to make Aoshi the patsy,
but he just didn't fit... but a cop would have reason to chase an
underwear-thief, and Saitou does have that mysterious and never-seen wife...
it pretty much wrote itself after that.

And now for the Japanese:

Shihandai: Kaoru's title as instructor.  A student qualified to lead classes
in the master's absence (definition from a recent issue of Blade of the
Immortal).

Men, men, tsuke: I stole Yahiko's drill from somebody's Kunou fic, I think
it was Blue Thunder Rising by Rod M.

Dai-ryou ja! The Evil Master's infamous battlecry: What a haul!

Kuso jijii: Filthy old man.

Ojii-dono: I actually made this up.  Ojii-san is a much more respectful
thing to say than jijii; changing -san to -dono made it sound more like
Kenshin.

Omoshiroi: Interesting, challenging, fun.