finally...i was wondering if me and trooper appears to be the only two idiots interested by this.....(i was feeling like
an idiot for dedicating so much time)
merged: 10-28-2005 ~ 03:22am
this stupid minitokyo quick reply is stupid!
i have made a post and when i pressed submit, the post hanged and then the entire chapter of my fan fic
dissapeared!
KIISAMA! BAKA BAKA BAKA!
>=0000000~~~~~! XO XO XO :( OX >.< >=0! >=( >=0! >=(
nooooooo..................i spent a hour typing that...............boohoohoo....
oh well.....
here we go.....again.....
Kaoru story
it has been a year now, she looked at the altar and talked to her husband, how fast time must have flown
pass....
her son came in and lighted some incense and prayed. kneeling down deside his mother. he felt sad, yet glad that his
father has come to be who he respected. but now that he is not here, he missed him all the time.
kaoru looked at him, proud that he is grown up and become a good man, a man who lives in a safe era away from the
slicing swords that she and her husband lived in and grew up from. he is civilized, away from the pain and agony of
every facing violent death of close relatives and friends in warfare and fighting.
he told his mother that dinner is ready at the table, he asked her to eat with him as he left the room.
Kaoru looked at the altar again, at the picture of her husband.
time has taken its toll, her age is eating her away and her body is no longer as agile, as good to be teaching kendo,
these days, she relies on savings and her son, who is a business man, has his own shop selling rice and other
goods.
She wondered how long could she go.
can she make it to see their son having a stable relationship with a girl, perhaps from the village, having a happy
life....? she saved a lot for him secretly, telling him not to worry, she wanted it to be a surprise.
she raised herself slowly and went out, not forgetting to say goodnight to her husband.
-------------------------------(...) will continue next time ok....damn tired....
merged: 10-28-2005 ~ 06:02am
Kaoru(cont)
she went into her room, her son already waiting for his mother to join him for dinner.
he is a very nice person, one with intergrity much like his father, full of spirit and very much in a way, a person for
the job when he needed to do something...
"mother, this makes the first year now, father has passed away, do you still miss him that much..? i saw you cry at
times...you know......"
Kaoru checked herself, and poised down folding her legs and kneeled down the seat, ready to eat.
"yes, i still do, i won't hide that, i miss your father dearly, and i would continue to wish him well, it is
just that....i miss the days when we are together...you playing the sword and running around, your father teaching you
his words and wisdom and when at times, when he does the housework, i will tease him saying the samurai who does
housework like a woman, and his warm smile will always be a welcoming sight...."
her tears welled up in her eyes, her son regretted he metioned the issue, he knew well the the answers, he could have
just kept his trap shut.
"mother, don't cry, i am sorry...."
"no...don't be, i am just a woman missing her husband thats all, there are so many of us widows, i am not
excluded you know..."
wiping her tears, she lifted the bowl of rice, taking small portions, slowly eating as they talked about the what the
day have been. the atmosphere is warm and touching, full of serenity and hope.
kaoru sometimes feel that somehow, there are hands that comfort her when she is lonely, it is not her son, but more like
a presence, she is convinced that somewhere, her husband, is there, always watching over the both of them, giving them
comfort and protection.
she feels safe over thoughts like these...
she is not young anymore, she cannot teach kendo actively, her son has learned most of the styles, a bit from his father
but mostly, from her, according to kenshin, the way of the sword especially his is to kill, no exceptions, to harvest
the thought of using the sword to protect, innocence is needed, and he said to her the first time they met, that her
sword's ways are that innocence he rather have...
she is proud that he is an active learner and student, also part time kendo master, but his skills would have been
useless against those people that she and kenshin met up in the past, those people who devoted themselves to their
swords, those who do not hesitate to kill..
he would have been taken down like a dog with his skills... his skills are considerably strong in this era, since mostly
have already forgotten the ways of the olf and has opened to a new era where swords and honor no longer really mattered,
but would have been otherwise in those bloodbath times.
she wanted him to have the best, but she has given her all to teach him all that matters in this world of swords and
blades, it is up to him to learn or unlearn the trait that is the family's only pride.
the dojo has been old, left down by her father, his granfather that he has never met before, and it needs fixing, but
there are only 2 students in the dojo, most went to study more brain working subjects. the dojo and the sword are fast
becoming obsolete...
she prayed again, in her heart, that their lives will have the best and may his life be blessed...
-----------------------------(...) air is cold and moist, surrounded by bamboos and trees of indefinite height and size,
mostly covered with the moist of rain that has passed, though he know not when it has rained...
Kenshin has already managed to shape the wooden blade into a real sword, however, Kuukaku said that it is only the
beginning, a shinigami must first understand the name and the nature of the sword in order to fully utilize it. he still
wasn't quite sure what she meant...
but earlier, when he concentrated all his thoughts into the blade, he closed his eyes, and when he opened, he was here,
in this serene beauty of silence and greenery and moist.
Kuukaku told him that this is the world of his, that he built it, but he is not so sure....
he looked around for a person as Kuukaku told him so, that this is the avatar that he must meet in order to be
understanding the blade.
He took a few steps forward and in between the trees covered by shadows, he saw a path and he followed his instinct, his
blade, now in the formof well forged katana is in his hands and he held tight as he walked the path,illuminated by
nothing bu the refelection of light from the dews of the rain...
he found a house, a ginja looking like building, something tells him that he must be there...the person he is looking
for...
he approaches slowly, taking every step with caution.
To his surprise! the door to the ginja like building opened at full swing.
instantly, the sky around him darkened, a pulse of strong pressure pressed down his shoulders as he looked at the
mysterious figure before him.
a man, shaped broad, very strong in stature and yet lean with very good height of six feet five perhaps, far taller than
kenshin himself, walks down slowly the stairs...
he wore black, like a robe of sorts, with black cloths cut and teared and tied again to his entirebody like bandages of
black colors. he is covered by the black robe from body to toe, only thing is his head visible. however, he is
blindfolded, with another teared black cloth. It's ends flowing loosely, fluttering in the breeze that blew at him
as he moves slowly towards kenshin. as if they have life, the ends flowed ike water...
he held in his hand the similar sword of which kenshin has in his, he features are neutral as he came close enough to
swords length.
he stopped. "my name is [(((())))] , welcome to your world, my maker..."
kenshin anticipated this becasue kuukaku has already told him that they will be introducing themselves, however, he
could not hear him...his name is blurred...
he asked him to repeat himself, but before that could happen, the man already moved in for the kill.
he slammed down the blade at kenshin, who defended with a jerky movement in response to his sudden attack, he
repositioned himself and continued with a response...
the attack become fiercer and fiercer, the man truly intended to kill him, kenshin has no choice but to fight, though
reluctant as he does not know this man, as before, Kuukaku has already told him to exect this, as avatars are often more
hasty and they will intend to test the patience of the owners.
they fought and fought, Kenshin was getting tired, a cut on his sleeves, one down his ribs and one more on his thighs
are slowing him down.
He used his head.
and shifted into the ultimate technic, the sword flash (that move where he puts his sword in the sheath and pulls out
fast enough to kill), the man moved in once more, unaware of what his owner is thinking.
in a flash, the sword on the man's hand is broken...and he smiled from beneath his blindfolded eyes.
he said" you can call me name...my name is..."
**************
Kenshin awoke and in front of him is Kuukaku
the bamboo and trees dissapeared replaced with a room. the training spot he was in earlier.
" X " (you choose the name)
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