Finally finished this baby !
Disclaimer:
The story premise is Hiroaka Samura along with Yaobinuki.
All the other character's are mine.
Chapter 1- Shooting people in the stomach is a nice way to meet someone
Hitomi followed the old woman to
a temple near the cemetery. It was a descrepit old
building that didn't seem to be occupied but there
was a light in one of the windows as they drew
nearer.As she and the old woman who called
herself Yaobikuni walked up the rickety stairs
to the temple doors she heard the tchlk of a gun
being cocked. ' Do not worry, Kaeri, it's me.'
Yaobikuni called out. 'And we have some company.'
The door creaked open revealing
a woman dressed in denim jeans and tight fitting
black tanktop. Her hair was styled like Hitomi's
only hers were much longer up to her hips. The
face of the woman would be called beautiful but
the eyes told Hitomi that this woman was a hardened
killer. A .45 caliber pistol was held tightly in her
left hand and another one was on the shoulder
holster that he had.
'Hitomi ,I want you to meet
a friend of mine. Kaeri has no need for a last
name. She will be the one to help you.' said
the old woman. ' Enter Hira Hitomi and meet
you protector.' she said as she entered the
temple with Hitomi close behind her. The
woman whom Yaobikuni called Kaeri scowled
as she entered and closed the door behind them.
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All three were seated near a table
in one of the meagerly furnished rooms of the temple.
As Hitomi sipped the tea that the old nun served
she observed the one that the old lady said was to
become her protector. She seemed to be a little older
than herself.Her guns, both .45 calibers, hung loosely
in her shoulder holsters. There was hardness in her
face, the kind of hardness that one usually gets after
going through hell and back. The old woman was
trying to convince Kaeri to take up the duty of becoming
Hitomi's protector.
' Kaeri, you have not taken any of
the jobs that I have offered you. Don't be stupid. Even
we have to eat.' she said as poured another cup of tea
for herself.'OK, OK, I'll take the job but she better be
worth it.' Kaeri responded, her voice betraying a bit of
eagerness. Hitomi noted that as both women swung
their gaze at her. 'So, you accept her as your protector ?'
asked the older woman.
Hitomi hesitated. Kaeri didn't look
like she was any different than another street punk
and she voiced her observation.' What so special about
her anyway?' she asked looking at Kaeri. 'She looks
like any street thug.' At this her hostesses laughed
heartily. Well at least tried, Yaobikuni's laugh came
out like a cawing crow.' Want me to explain ,Granny ?'
said Kaeri , while pulling out one of her guns.
'Oh no, Kaeri. You will not -'
BANG! BANG! Yaobikuni's body flew to the nearest
wall from the force of the shot. Hitomi's mouth fell
open as she moved towards the body. 'You just killed
her !' she said glancing at Kaeri. Then she heard Yao-
bikuni's voice say 'Hardly.' She almost fainted when
she saw the bloody remains of the old woman rise from
it's resting place. She felt a tap on her shoulder. When
she turned around, she saw Kaeri holding out one of her
guns. 'Take it and shoot me.'
She numbly took it and looked from
gun to Kaeri. Kaeri noticed her hesitation and became
angry. 'Damn it girl ! Shoot me for Kami-sama's sake !
SHOOT ME !' she shouted at Hitomi. In surprise, Hitomi
sent two bullets into Kaeri's stomach. She flew back from
the powerful shots at point-blank range.
' Ha , Kaeri loves to do that.' Yaobi-
kuni said as she stood by Hitomi, noticing the horrified
look in Hitomi's face. 'Don't worry the kessen-chu will
heal her wounds and bring her back to life. It is in her
vow as is mine , that we would not die as long as a pro-
mise made by us to the bloodworms is unfullfilled.'
Kaeri slowly started to get up, looking at Hitomi then at
her wounds. 'Did you have to shoot me in the stomach,
girl ? I've been shot two times already in the stomach
and that damn hurts.' she said with a grin as she retrived
the gun from Hitomi's cold fingers.'I'll be teaching you some
magic, so better toughen yourself up , girl. I don't want you
to go like that every time you kill somebody. That tends to
get you killed.' she said as she started to walk out the temple.
Kaeri felt a hand on her shoulder as
she reloaded her pistol.' What magic ? You mean magic to
do what you did ?' asked her new charge. ' Nah ! Magic to
do this.' with that she drew her guns and proceeded to write
on the wall her name in perfect kanji with bullets. 'Good old
fashioned .45 caliber magic.' she said with another grin as
she walked out into the dark night with Htomi right behind
her.
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Hitomi walked alongside Kaeri as she
walked though the cemetery. She then saw Kaeri stop before
one of the graves and mutter a silent prayer. Then they both
walked away.' Who was the one buried back there ?' Hitomi
asked hoping not to offend her new bodyguard.
' My sister.She looked a little like you.'
Hitomi put two and two together as they neared the
cemetery's gate.
' That's why you accepted to work as my bodyguard
is'nt it.'
Kaeri looked at her, moonlight making shadows play
across the hard face. Hitomi swore in her mind that those
hard eyes were on the verge of crying. Kaeri smiled
a wry smile.
'Yeah, you look too much like my sister. But if you tell
anyone that, I'll personally blow your head off. I have a
reputation to keep,girl.' she said as she continued
to the black motorcycle near the entrance and waited
for her new charge to get the move on.
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Kessen-chu - Blood worms. Once ingested they make
someone immortal until a vow they made
is fullfilled.The wounds still bloody hurt, but
they don't die.
C&C please come !
Please !
Watch out for For Eternity Chapter 1 coming soon !
and a lot more Blade of the Immortal !
' Writers are the torchbearers of civilization. We're set in a corner only we
can illuminate.Some of us are searchlights, able to cast a beam into the
far reaches of the human soul.Some of us are candles , barely able to
sustain a glow against the darkness. Nevertheless the words I write
are important, because light is additive. Another's light doesn't diminish
my own. Our lights together make us stronger.'
- (After much paraphrasing and reaaranging) Roger Martin