Damn the FFML, don'tcha just hate it when a thread ends up to a warped
idea that just nags you. Well this one is like most of my others, always
giving it a sort of twist.
If anyone reads onward, please C&C and all that.
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would mean swift actions of events along the line of mallet to the head.
Spirit of the Battousai
*thoughts*
*Where am I…*
Clashes of swords sparkled on the corner of his line of site.
Everything was blurry, moving, distant…
He felt his hands move, *a sword*! A sickening sound was heard.
*Blood… What is this!?*
"I'm will find a way I can protect people without killing..."
*What's going on?*
"Life, death, and the sword, that's your way."
*Am I dreaming*
"No never again will I kill"
"It is who you are…"
*No…what is happening?…no…NO!*
*The ceiling…* Saotome, Ranma's eyes finally recognized the
familiar surroundings of his room. *It was a dream…*
< OH MY! >
"Hey, Ranma. What's with you today."
Ranma looked up out of his eerie slouching pose and gave Akane a
rude glare. "What's it to you, Tomboy"
Akane furrowed her eyebrows, anger boiling up. "Well-excuse-me
for caring. Mou, Ranma, you looked like you're half here."
It was true; the great Ranma Saotome was not looking up to his
reputation. "I just didn't get a good night's sleep that's all. So drop
it
tomboy, I'm not up to it today."
"Fine, by me," Akane Tendo, a.k.a, tomboy, refuted. "I hope you
won't put your foot in your mouth on the way to school," Turning
around with a not so gracefully, but rather stiff and streamed, she
turned towards her elder sister. "Come on big sis, Let's leave the
baka."
"What's the rush, Akane," Nabiki replied ever so casually. Not
moving the paper in front of her, "besides, Ranma might be useful. It
seems there was a robbery and a murder last night in Nermia. At the
museum. It seems a recently held katanna was stolen, and three dead
security guards."
Akane gave her sister a baffled look, "What does that have to do
with us?"
Nabiki raised her finger and put on her lecture look, "Akane,
you
of all people should know by now that anything that happens in Nermia
has a way of attaching themselves to Ranma. I'm just positioning
myself to come out in the best possible way."
< OH MY! >
Ranma dragged himself along an unfamiliar area. It had been a
bad day for him, then usual anyway. He was tired from the nightmare,
and shampoo just had to do her thing. He was used to that, but he
didn't have to like it. It was a predictable, 'Die Ranma" from the
tomboy, followed by the water, and the run around.
Today though, he must of ran farther than usual, because he was
'slightly' lost. Ranma was still tired after waking up. The only bright
spot was the fact that he had been able to being a man for now.
So deep in his own pitty, he didn't notice banging into
something.
His danger sense suddenly spiked as a tint of light gave him the
moment notice. The slick sound of the unsheathing of steel was heard,
but Ranma was prepared for that. He himself was already executing a
precise counter.
In a swift motion a long object was projected into the evening
sky
flying with graceful arc. Ranma with his skill level easily caught the
sword's hilt as it descended.
"Oi, if you want to kill me, at least give me a reason first ya,
know." Ranma hadn't even gone into a combat stance, casually standing
and resting the newly acquired katanna on his shoulder. He may have
been tired, but another 'Die Saotome' opponent, was nothing he couldn't
handle.
His opponent flung back his dark cloak to reveal a second
sheathed blade on his hip. "Why you little prick. I shouldn't of been
lazy
to let you dodge that hit."
Drawing his own blade, "I had hoped to use that sword, the
legendary sword of the Hitoki Battousai, but it seems I'll just have to
add another blood on my old blade. A little prick like you don't deserve
to be killed by such a great sword anyway."
"Is that so…" replied Ranma.
"Die, you prick!" The opponent swiftly closed the distance and
executed a precise slash. Too bad Ranma Saotome could not be hit with
just a precise slash. Before the opponent has even started the attack,
Ranma had already disappeared.
"Hey, where did you go, you prick!"
"You don't deserve this sword. You don't have the skill, the
strength, or the spirit to wield the sword of the Battousai."
Turning around, the opponent eye's widened, "How-when did you
get there…" He took an unconscious step back. *That look…* The
appearance was completely difference from before. *The eyes…* The
eyes were now lowered, cold, distant, the eyes of a killer, and they
were all focused on him.
"Why don't you give me the sheath too, this sword doesn't suite
you." A cold voice fluttered out.
The opponent knew he should of just ran, but his pride carried
him on. "Yea, right you little prick. When I'm done with you, I'll give
your
rotting body good wack with the sheath, that's what I'll do!"
"Is that so…" the cold distant voice of Ranma replied. For once
it
didn’t have a hint of mockery in it.
< OH MY! >
"Hey Ranma, what happened to you."
"Eh? What do you mean Akane?" Ranma looked at his fiancee in
bafflement.
She gave him an agitated look, "That you baka," pointing at the
big slab of bandage on his left cheek.
"Oh that," commented Ranma, casually. "Just a little mistake I
made. No big deal."
"I bet," refuted Akane with a snort. "What's with the sword
then?
You never carried a katanna before." She made her point by glazing
directly at the sheath blade at his hip.
"It's nothing really important. I just want to have it on me
that's
all," Waving it off Ranma continued, "I'm heading out for a bit, be back
later."
Akane glared at his retreating back, "What's that baka up to?"
< OH MY! >
"Oi, old ghoul, I need to talk to ya!" Ranma gave out his
usually
calling as he entered the Nekohanten.
"Aiya, Arien come with date, yes?" Followed by Shampoo's usual
line.
"What do you have for me son in law…" Cologne appeared
balancing as usual on her cane. A flicker crossed the elder's
experienced eyes. "That blade…" Cologne eyed it carefully, up and
down. "That sword you have there son in law, has a powerful aura
around it. It is a very ominous blade, " Looking up at Ranma, "I feel
sickening evil in that sword. Is this what you came to me for?"
"Well yea, sort of…"
"I advise you get rid of it, son in law, a place where no one
will
ever find it, distroy it better yet."
Ranma gave a glance at his blade, "Humm, it doesn't seem all
that
evil and stuff to me. I kind of like this sword, and I want to keep it.
I
just wanted to ask you to see if it's like magic or something. I can
feel
its power, that much I agree with you."
The wrinkled elder gave her son in law a long look. *Those
eyes…*
"Very well son in law, come with me into the back. Grandaughter,
stay here." Cologne hopped off with Ranma following.
< OH MY! >
Cologne brought out a glass ball out from her trunk of mystical
items. Carefully she set it down onto the table.
"Touch the sword on the ball, and focus into it. There you shall
find your answer," Cologne instructed with an ominous voice.
"Alright."
Ranma slid the blade, and hilt out from his hip and touched it
on
the glass ball. Peering into the ball, he focused…
Blood…so much blood…so much killing…bodies, everywhere…
Then he saw it, the image of a woman, dead…blood soaked her
kimono…
"No…no…NO…this isn't…"
Faster then cologne could follow Ranma drew the blade and
slammed
onto the glass ball violently, eyes wide with horror and screaming, "NO!"
"Son in la…" was all the elder could get out before the
explosion
came.
< OH MY! >
Another time, another place…
"Kenshin!"
"Oro?" Himura Kenshin looked up from his laundry to see Kaoru
and Yahiko running up to him. "What is it, Kaoru-dono?"
"I'll tell you what happened, someone is impersonating you!"
shouted out an angered Yahiko.
"Oro?"
"The newspaper, Kenshin. Yesterday five policemen were killed at
the police station. An eye witness claim he called himself the Hitoki
Battousai!"
"I can't believe some guy would do this! And to use frame you
doing it!" rambled on a fuming Yahiko.
"We have to do something about this, Kenshin." added in Kaoru.
"We should go to the police to investigate," Kenshin said finally.
The group nodded in agreement.
Walking to the gates, the group saw Sanosuke leaning against the
wall. "I guess you guy heard about the imposter," Sanosuke gave a brief
chuckle at that. "Let go and kick this guy's ass Kenshin."
This would have been a majorly cool and heroic scene, if it
weren't for the fact that at that moment, there was a collective growl
of hunger.
Kenshin put his hand on the back of his head and smiled, "I guess
we should eat lunch first on the way there."
< OH MY! >
Walking to the usual place for a good hearty, and for Sanosuke,
free, lunch, Sanosuke was the only one that caught something odd. It
was almost pure luck for him really. He was nonchalantly looked around
when he caught an image in the mirror hanging by the shop.
"Hum…Hey guys, you go on ahead, while I check up on
something real quick." And with that he walked away.
"What's with him?" Yahiko commented.
< OH MY! >
"Hey there, any good reason you're following us?"
A cloaked person turned around to find Sanosuke leaning on
the wall with a smirk on his face.
"Impressive, I didn't expect you to notice that," Pausing a
brief
second, "or did you just get lucky?"
This immediately got on Sanosuke's nerves; what was more
was the asshole was right. Righting himself off the walk, "So are you
going to tell me why you're following us or do I have to beat it out of
ya." Sanosuke hadn't meant it to be a question.
Under the hood of the cloak a smirked formed.
< OH MY! >
A loud crash was heard.
"What as that!?" yell out Kaoru as she twirled around towards
the sound.
"Let's check it out," added in Yahiko.
The gang ran towards the disrupting crash.
< OH MY! >
"Sanosuke!"
"Sanosuke!" doubled Kenshin along with Kaoru.
Sanosuke was lying on the ground and not looking very well with
cuts and bruises all around his body.
A few steps away stood a girl with fierily red hair, tied back.
"Watch out Kenshin, she can really do some ass kicking."
Kenshin immediately focused his eyes on the attacker.
Chinese style red shirt and black pants; it was a young girl.
She
had a sheathed sword at her hip and there was an eerie look to her. Her
eyes were cold and distant. He knew what those eyes meant.
"Who are you?" asked Kenshin.
Right behind him Kaoru added, "Look at her cheek!"
Kenshin finally caught it, as did Yahiko. A crossed scar on her
left cheek, the same as Himura Kenshin.
"Even though you hide your aura, I can still feel you. Himura
Kenshin, am I right? The Hitoki Battousai."
With that she went into stance. Kenshin knew that stance all
too well. Left leg leading, slanted side ways, left hand on the sheath,
and right hand ready. The stance of his style, the Hiten Mitsurguri Ryu.
Author's babble~
If you haven't guessed it's from the sakabatou tread. I should of
deletely when I had the chance. Now look what happened! It's not right I
tell ya. Like it hate it, it had to come out.
~Kuku