Chris Davies wrote:
Unless, of course, Hiko -- annoyed beyond words that his idiot pupil
refused
to take the burden from him -- started looking for another student. Of
course, it would take him a long time to find one as worthy as Himura
Kenshin. A long, long time ...
Yep. This would work too.
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Stupid, stupid boy.
He's been gone for over a hundred years, and that's still how I think of
him. Best student I could ever dream of having, and what does he do? He
turns me down. Wants to let the school die out.
Stupid, stupid boy. You can't let this sort of thing die. It wants to
live,
just as much as any human does. It won't let you let it die.
I like that line of thinking. Like the way you phrase it too. It's just
right.
So I spend what should be the best years of my life -- my retirement, even
-- searching for someone to take this bloody mantle. And nobody else is
even
remotely worthy.
Likewise, especially if Hiko has no children, this means the school is the
only thing of his that will 'live' past him. His only chance to leave
something behind that shows he ever existed.
And here I lie, in some dirty Tokyo alleyway. I don't even want to think
about what year it is,
Oddly enough, I'm reminded of Lord Emp's first appearance in the
WildC.A.T.s comic.
because that will tell me how old I am,
Especially if he can't remember the first two digits to the year as well.
^_^
and I'll feel
even older than that. But I can't stop until I find someone who
deserves --
Ah. Right on schedule, the police are arriving to clean up the alleys.
Ever
since some conglomerate started building a pyramid in the middle of town,
the local law has been getting a lot nastier.
Could be worse. Could do the Robocop thing and let ED-209s try
administering law enforcement. :P
I suppose that I ought to do something about this. But as I pull myself to
my feet, the agony of my arthritis making
makes (Yeah, I know it's only a spamfic, still, it's quite good.)
me grimace, I can tell that I'm
not going to be in time to stop that one cop from breaking open that
fellow's head with his truncheon. Dammit. But --
The stick in the fellow's hand intercepts the truncheon. He's a lot faster
than I thought he'd be, parlaying
'parlaying' interesting word choice, but I rather like it.
the shock of the parry to the cop's arm
into a jab into his gut.
The brute squad clearly wasn't expecting any resistance today. The guy's
defense gives me a bit of an edge, and I quite easily mop up the rest of
them.
So much for trying to teach 'grandpa' to suck eggs.
Then I can turn to look at the guy. "You're pretty good with that stick,"
I
say, wincing inwardly at how reedy my voice sounds.
"thank you." But at least I sound like I have something to live for.
First time through was going to point out the lack of capitalization, but
it definitely works for the situaition.
Wait a minute. I stare at the guy for a moment, bringing his long,
stringy,
pink hair into focus ...
That's a *woman*. I've been thinking about giving my precious art to a
*woman*. I ...
Well, they are by far the deadlier of the species. You'd think after a
hundred years he'd have learned that lesson by now.
I am almost out of time.
"What's your name?" I ask at last.
"utena," she replies in that same, dead tone.
Definitely got to get my hands on the stuff from after episode 13 too.
*Grumble Grumble*
Well, why not? She can't possibly be worse than the stupid, stupid boy.
Now this is a nice idea. Wouldn't mind it seeing evolved beyond a mere
spamfic.
D.B. Sommer