Chapter 1: The Tenken

Kai: Hello there everyone! My first fanfic I'm actually posting! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story, except the idea, so no suing.

"Pl…please! D-don't! Aghhh…"
A young boy, maybe 18 years old, stood over the man's warm corpse, an eternal smile etched into his face.
"Couldnt have you interfering with Shishio-sama's ("Lord Shishio's") plans, now could we…?" He answered, his voice feminine, despite his gender. Sheathing his sword, the boy turned to start his short journey back to Mt. Hiei, where his Master resided. This innocent looking boy- chocolate brown eyes, blackish-brown hair, a smile on his face- was the tenken, ("Heaven Sword" or "Heavenly Sword.") Sojiro Seta.
However, before the tenken had time to flee the scene of the crime, police sirens met his ears. Puzzled he turned, briefly wondering just how the police had found out so fast!
Peering out from the alleyway Sojiro tried to locate where the noise was coming from, and why.
To his surprise, the sirens and shouts of
"Catch that thief!" were alarmingly close by. Why was he just now noticing them? He wasn't able to ponder this for very long as the police got closer and closer to the scene of the crime. Sojiro slipped back into the shadows of the alley just in time to see what all the commotion was about.
A young girl, maybe 11 or 12 years old, hurried past with long black hair that put shame to a moonless night. She wore a baggy, ripped gi (A sort of fighting outfit worn in Japan) that was obviously much to big for her. As she ran, Sojiro noted the leather pouch tied to her belt that thunked against her leg with each step, as if it were carrying something heavy.
The Tenken waited until the girl and police had passed before slipping away toward the mountains.
At the Mt. Hiei, Juppan-gatana Hideaway
"I heard a commotion earlier today. What happened?" asked an older man in the middle of a large sitting room. He looked like a large mummy, wrapped head to toe in bandages with only little tuffs of hair poking out at the top. Between his un-bandaged lips was a pipe, which he smoked leisurely while waiting for a response from his apprentice. This was Shishio.
Sojiro stood, a smile still on his face as he replied,
"Apparently there was a young thief. They should only be discovering the body now, or perhaps even later." He chuckled, but stopped as a young woman walked into the room. Her long, purplish hair was up in a bun, and her shoulderless kimono ruffled against Sojiro's hakama (a type of pants worn by Japanese men) as she passed.
"Lord Shishio…" She said in her silky voice as she sat beside the mummy man,
"Your bath is drawn…" She turned her gaze toward Sojiro.
"Oh! So you're back, Sojiro…"
The young man bowed slightly.
"It's nice to see you Miss Yumi."
Yumi smiled slightly, "I hope you don't mind if I borrow Lord Shishio for awhile…?"
"Not at all."
Yumi nodded, stood, and exited the room, Shishio not far behind.
"Sojiro! I want you to guard tonight- make sure no one gets near- You know what to do if that happens…"
Sojiro bowed again.
"Yes Shishio-sama."

To be continued....

Me: I hope you enjoyed it! I've already written up chapters 2 and 3, and as soon as I get at least 3 ((3! Thats all I'm asking!)) I'll post them. Now, click the little purple button down there and review! Flames will be used to roast marshmellows.