Subject: [FFML] [ffml][fanfic][r1/2] Utopia nine
From: Myrriden
Date: 3/13/1998, 12:26 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

	This is another people have asked for.  
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	Three Years After;  part nine
	by Myrriden
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	A dance which links age to age.  Dozens of generations of
teachings handed down through the years, accumulating in one soul.  The
teachings form a dance in the mind and soul of the student, showing him
the way.  Showing him his path, his destiny.
	The katana blade flickered over the edge of the courtyard,
moonbeams bending, shining over the clear steel surface.  Wih a twist, the
katana moved away, scattering light beams.  The bearer studied his
position,then leaped up, performing a near impossible twist, flinging the
blade over his shoulder.  Landing neatly, the blade snapped back into his
hand.
	It was a dance.  A pure dance of joy and hope.  Light from the
moon showed a figure garbed in black, with rich black hair, a pert nose,
and wide lips ever perched in a warm smile.  The katana began to leap and
plunge now, turning with ever more intricate arc and twists, until it was
nigh impossible to tell sword from man.
	The figure continued to spin and whirl about in his intricate
dance, leaping into the air with majestic somersaults as if gravity was no
barrier.  Landing with a precise stroke upon his feet, the sword blade
continued 
to radiate from him in an eye-dazzling array of motion, finally stilling
enough for his watcher to see the sword as an extension of the powerful
warrior.
	"God,"  she whispered, "It's beautiful."
	"You watch?"  he asked, bemused.  "You are quiet, my love."
	She clapped her hands in delight, "How could I not watch?  You're
the best swordsman I know, and your dance is so intricate."
	He smiled, "It is for you.  You are the first to have ever watched
me, and you will be the only."
	She returned his smiled with a twist to her head.  "And what of
the babe?"
	"Her too."
	She sighed with pleasure, coming away from the tree which had
hidden her from view, pressing herself against him, laying her head to his
chest.  "I love you, Tatchy.  I love you so much."
	He smiled, "I love thee as well, my blossem."  
	They kissed, Tatewatki's hand trailing down to her stomache, where
he felt the magnificent creation of life.  "Is that my child that kicks?"
He whispered.
	"Aye, love,"  she whispered back, nuzzling his chin softly.
	"Hmm.  A warrior's spirit,"  he grinned.
	"Not at all, just stubnorn."
	"Like you."
	"Nah, I'm pigheaded.  You're stubborn."
	"There is a distinction?"
	She slapped him softly on the shoulder, "Of course!  But I won't
bother explaining if you don't understand."
	"I see."  He grinned suddenly, and scooped her into his arms.
Ignoring her pleas, he carried her into his considerable mansion.


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        Ryouga watched in dreadful anticipation as the giant safe glided
down towards his head at terminal velocity.  Though fascinated, he tried
to move out of the safe's path, but he was too late in the manuever.  It
slammed down on his head, showering various bits of guts and blood over
the sidewalk.
        Above, Bugs Bunny chewed thoughtfully on a carrot.  "I coulda
sworn dat guy was a toon,"  he thought to himself.  Sighing, he turned and
walked away from the pitiful, messy sight.
                                           
Myrriden out