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Disclaimer:*Sighs dramatically* I know, I know, brilliant people (more brilliant than I, at least...) invented the great Kenshin, not me. Man, this is depressing. Do you think they make us do this just to make us sad? Hmmm....I do own the mysterious woman called Tekao.....
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Chapter One
*Sano's perspective*
Sanosuke Sagara cradled Lady Magdaria, also known as Sayo. She was passing. He gritted his teeth and promised her she would not die, but, in his heart, he felt the icy stab of her death envelope him. A lone tear streaked down his thin cheek and nestled into the dying maiden's hair. He would never admit it to anyone, but, he had fallen in love with her. He now vowed this would never again happen. Not ever.
Clenching his fists to keep from crying uncontrollably, the piece of paper she had bestowed him, her will, crinkled.
"No..." he cried, holding her softly and bending down to her. Resting his back against a tree, he cursed everything. Including himself.
*Tekao's perspective*
She pulled her hood farther over the soft, porcelain skin of her defined face. Bright blue eyes gleamed eerily, however unnaturally beautiful under long, thick black lashes. A streak of golden hair fell over her face, partly concealing a stunning eye. The luscious hair was unusual and generally drew stares to her, the dark stares running over her petite form and striking features. A thin wrist held poised over a bottle of the purest water, long, pale fingers brushing the condensation. Her clear nails clicked softly over the glass, as a dog running over wood.
The deep red cloak swirled around her as she glided over the dirt road, bare feet showing below the coat. They stayed strangely clean, avoiding all dirt and rocks. Underneath the cloak was a jet-black dress, a leather corset clinging over the upper part of the velvet clothing. Thin laces of gold tied the corset together over her delicate curves with celtic designs dancing around it. The sleeves tickled the tip of her fingernail, and the dress swirled in back of her, also devoid of all dust..or anything for that matter. The black against pale skin made her particularly haunting and beautiful, the way she liked herself to look.
Rain beat down rythmically, as she drew her hood to completely conceal her face. Her fingers brushed over her rosy, full lip, a hint of blood residing on it from when she had fallen in her haste of escape. She then dabbed the blood off of her ski-tip nose, turning slightly up in grace that matched her face. continuing the sequence up to a thin brow, a small stream of the red liquid dripping onto her eyelash.
"Curses," she muttered, in a voice with a hint of a Finnish accent in it," Shogo has done it again. Forcing one who has travelled so far into hiding. I suppose he will never rest. "
Resting against a tree, she looked upon the scenery and sighed. She had been driven to come here by the vessel of God, or so he thought he was. Tekao had been a part of him and Sayo. She had comforted them, and had, at the same age as Sayo,the exact same birthdays, continued their teachings in the Lord. The strange-looking golden haired girl she had been among black and brown haired folk only knew and believed in one thing, and had comitted her life to it. She had witnessed too many deaths and had run away with only a note. Ever since, the two from Shimobura had pursued her. She had run.
Hearing a cry from a male, she whipped around and considered acting. Violence, however, was not part of her ways. If someone was in trouble, it was also her duty to see if she could help them. Clutching the pure silver crusafix, hanging impressively over her breast with a gleaming red jewel in the middle, she reminded herself she was not Christian anymore and dropped it hurriedly.
All of a sudden, a rough hand gripped her shoulder. Whipping around, she found herself looking up at five tall, wild looking men who reeked of sweat, alcohol and desire.
"You're a pretty one," the first one growled, yanking her to him and breathing in her ear, "you wanna do us a favor?"
"No," she hissed proudly, pulling herself away and unsheathing a dagger. The men bellowed with laughter at her stance, and, as they were distracted, she turned and bolted.
*Sano's perspective*
"What?' He exclaimed to himself as he saw a woman in a red cloak and golden hair run by him rapidly, holding a dagger, followed by five large men. Reluctantly resting Sayo on the ground, he jumped up and streaked after the odd concession.
He ran into a patch of wood and stopped suddenly, one of the men laying on top of the women and laughing at the struggling female. She cried and looked panic-stricken.
"Hey. I'll have to break up this little party," spoke the former Sekihoutai, cracking his knuckles.
"Oh yeah? One a you 'gainst all us?" He growled, slowly climbing up from the heaving maiden and sneered at him.
"We'll see."
Before one of the behemoths even acted, he cried out and swung at him with malice, doing a round house kick to one of the other charging drunks. With three remaining he performed a flowing Kung-Fu kick to their heads and watching them fall.
"You okay?" He questioned, straining to remain with dry eyes.
"I-I think so," she whispered, her voice making him think maybe everything would be alright, "I'm not prone to violence, but I am also not prone to being beat up by a group of ill-guided men."
He laughed, to his surprise, and nodded. "I don't have those restrictions."
"I see."
"Where are you from, missy?"
"I hail from a land very far away. I was driven here. It is because of my hair and complexion you asked, is it not?"
"You're right. You look strange, but not ugly," he shocked himself with the fact he was engaging in an actual conversation. He felt strangely connected to her.
Laughing, the maiden stood up and touched first her lip, then her nose, then her brow. They were all crusted with a thin layer of dry blood, and he was immediately concerned. He needed someone tangible to protect, a warm body he could fend for. Bending down, he dabbed the blood with his sleeve, and she blushed as he came closer. She revealed white teeth against a full lip and pale skin in an awkward smile.
"Thank you," she whispered.
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You like? Huh huh huh huh huh???? I tink its good. Pwease review cuz I need someone to tell me that they lie or hate it.I need five reviews to keep goin with the story, so, dish em out.
Disclaimer:*Sighs dramatically* I know, I know, brilliant people (more brilliant than I, at least...) invented the great Kenshin, not me. Man, this is depressing. Do you think they make us do this just to make us sad? Hmmm....I do own the mysterious woman called Tekao.....
~~~~~~~
Chapter One
*Sano's perspective*
Sanosuke Sagara cradled Lady Magdaria, also known as Sayo. She was passing. He gritted his teeth and promised her she would not die, but, in his heart, he felt the icy stab of her death envelope him. A lone tear streaked down his thin cheek and nestled into the dying maiden's hair. He would never admit it to anyone, but, he had fallen in love with her. He now vowed this would never again happen. Not ever.
Clenching his fists to keep from crying uncontrollably, the piece of paper she had bestowed him, her will, crinkled.
"No..." he cried, holding her softly and bending down to her. Resting his back against a tree, he cursed everything. Including himself.
*Tekao's perspective*
She pulled her hood farther over the soft, porcelain skin of her defined face. Bright blue eyes gleamed eerily, however unnaturally beautiful under long, thick black lashes. A streak of golden hair fell over her face, partly concealing a stunning eye. The luscious hair was unusual and generally drew stares to her, the dark stares running over her petite form and striking features. A thin wrist held poised over a bottle of the purest water, long, pale fingers brushing the condensation. Her clear nails clicked softly over the glass, as a dog running over wood.
The deep red cloak swirled around her as she glided over the dirt road, bare feet showing below the coat. They stayed strangely clean, avoiding all dirt and rocks. Underneath the cloak was a jet-black dress, a leather corset clinging over the upper part of the velvet clothing. Thin laces of gold tied the corset together over her delicate curves with celtic designs dancing around it. The sleeves tickled the tip of her fingernail, and the dress swirled in back of her, also devoid of all dust..or anything for that matter. The black against pale skin made her particularly haunting and beautiful, the way she liked herself to look.
Rain beat down rythmically, as she drew her hood to completely conceal her face. Her fingers brushed over her rosy, full lip, a hint of blood residing on it from when she had fallen in her haste of escape. She then dabbed the blood off of her ski-tip nose, turning slightly up in grace that matched her face. continuing the sequence up to a thin brow, a small stream of the red liquid dripping onto her eyelash.
"Curses," she muttered, in a voice with a hint of a Finnish accent in it," Shogo has done it again. Forcing one who has travelled so far into hiding. I suppose he will never rest. "
Resting against a tree, she looked upon the scenery and sighed. She had been driven to come here by the vessel of God, or so he thought he was. Tekao had been a part of him and Sayo. She had comforted them, and had, at the same age as Sayo,the exact same birthdays, continued their teachings in the Lord. The strange-looking golden haired girl she had been among black and brown haired folk only knew and believed in one thing, and had comitted her life to it. She had witnessed too many deaths and had run away with only a note. Ever since, the two from Shimobura had pursued her. She had run.
Hearing a cry from a male, she whipped around and considered acting. Violence, however, was not part of her ways. If someone was in trouble, it was also her duty to see if she could help them. Clutching the pure silver crusafix, hanging impressively over her breast with a gleaming red jewel in the middle, she reminded herself she was not Christian anymore and dropped it hurriedly.
All of a sudden, a rough hand gripped her shoulder. Whipping around, she found herself looking up at five tall, wild looking men who reeked of sweat, alcohol and desire.
"You're a pretty one," the first one growled, yanking her to him and breathing in her ear, "you wanna do us a favor?"
"No," she hissed proudly, pulling herself away and unsheathing a dagger. The men bellowed with laughter at her stance, and, as they were distracted, she turned and bolted.
*Sano's perspective*
"What?' He exclaimed to himself as he saw a woman in a red cloak and golden hair run by him rapidly, holding a dagger, followed by five large men. Reluctantly resting Sayo on the ground, he jumped up and streaked after the odd concession.
He ran into a patch of wood and stopped suddenly, one of the men laying on top of the women and laughing at the struggling female. She cried and looked panic-stricken.
"Hey. I'll have to break up this little party," spoke the former Sekihoutai, cracking his knuckles.
"Oh yeah? One a you 'gainst all us?" He growled, slowly climbing up from the heaving maiden and sneered at him.
"We'll see."
Before one of the behemoths even acted, he cried out and swung at him with malice, doing a round house kick to one of the other charging drunks. With three remaining he performed a flowing Kung-Fu kick to their heads and watching them fall.
"You okay?" He questioned, straining to remain with dry eyes.
"I-I think so," she whispered, her voice making him think maybe everything would be alright, "I'm not prone to violence, but I am also not prone to being beat up by a group of ill-guided men."
He laughed, to his surprise, and nodded. "I don't have those restrictions."
"I see."
"Where are you from, missy?"
"I hail from a land very far away. I was driven here. It is because of my hair and complexion you asked, is it not?"
"You're right. You look strange, but not ugly," he shocked himself with the fact he was engaging in an actual conversation. He felt strangely connected to her.
Laughing, the maiden stood up and touched first her lip, then her nose, then her brow. They were all crusted with a thin layer of dry blood, and he was immediately concerned. He needed someone tangible to protect, a warm body he could fend for. Bending down, he dabbed the blood with his sleeve, and she blushed as he came closer. She revealed white teeth against a full lip and pale skin in an awkward smile.
"Thank you," she whispered.
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You like? Huh huh huh huh huh???? I tink its good. Pwease review cuz I need someone to tell me that they lie or hate it.I need five reviews to keep goin with the story, so, dish em out.