Disclaimer: I don't own Ruroken. I only wish that I did. Oh yea, and I don't own Mary Had a Little Lamb. But I did make up the new lyrics, so... I guess those are mine. Mine! Mine I tell you! ~Ahem~ Right. Anyway...
Kenshin Had a Mibu Wolf...
By: Celena Schezar
Kenshin had a Mibu wolf,
Mibu wolf, Mibu wolf,
Kenshin had a Mibu wolf,
Its fur was black as coal.
And everywhere that Kenshin went,
Kenshin went, Kenshin went,
Everywhere that Kenshin went
The wolf was sure to go.
It followed him to town one day,
Town one day, town one day,
It followed him to town one day
Which was against the law.
It made the people hide and cry,
Hide and cry, hide and cry,
It made the people hide and cry
To see a wolf in town.
And so the police chased it away,
Chased it away, chased it away,
And so the police chased it away,
But still it lingered near.
And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Kenshin did appear.
"Why does the wolf follow Ken-san around?"
Ken-san around? Ken-san around?
"Why does the wolf follow Ken-san around?"
The Kenshin-gumi cry.
"Why, the wolf was once a Shinsengumi."
Shinsengumi, Shinsengumi
"Why, the wolf was once a Shinsengumi."
Tokio did reply.
Prelude
The night sky was dark and cloudy, leaving no room for the shining stars or luminescent moon. A distant thundering could be heard as the actual storm advanced from the North. The clouds above the town's head were not yet crying, but the frequent flashes from far away foreshadowed that soon they would be.
The lanky police officer merely blew out the last of the cigarette's smoke between tight lips and crushed the lingering snub beneath his foot. He continued down the street towards his home without a flicker of concern for the fast-approaching tempest.
The clouds above had prematurely set night into place as they came rushing in earlier that evening. For this reason the streets had been clear for quite some time and now as true night descended upon the city, no one was out at all. The amber-eyed cop was the only person out and his footsteps echoed eerily in the empty streets.
He had been working late, filling out what were in his mind, pointless pieces of paper called reports. They were the one thing about his job he just couldn't stand. That, and mindless ahous that tended to be insubordinate or completely stupid.
All of today had been a strange one. Since the time the ex-Shinsengumi captain had woke up this morning he had an odd feeling of trepidation. It was as if his gut knew something awful was going to happen this day. As if the storm was just an ill omen preceding some other ultimate, merciless deed.
And that's when it happened. A sudden flash of lightning struck the heavens above as a flash of an unusual ki struck the Miburo's mind below. He stopped walking and peered into the darkness ahead of him. A black figure stood there in front of him in the shadows placed just within his range of sight. The robbed figure stepped forward once and whispered something.
"Saitou Hajime."
The blue uniformed man frowned at the name. He wondered who this weird character could be. No one that he knew would have dared to say that name where there was even the slightest chance of someone over hearing them.
"I'm sorry, you seem to have me mistaken for someone else. I am Officer Fujita Goro. Not Saitou Hajime."
The stranger did not respond, it merely stood there. After what seemed like ages in the heavy atmosphere, the robed figure finally moved. It walked slowly towards the officer while chanting a spidery language of some sort. Its arms were held out it front of its chest, one hand cupped over the other but not touching, just hovering.
Fujita Goro simply stood there. He didn't know why, but his mind seemed to go numb with that weird chanting and his feet seemed glued in place to the street. The only thing he was able to move was his eyes. The amber orbs flickered around, searching for something, anything that could help him. It was no use, no one was outside and nothing he concentrated on could free his mind from its frozen state.
Finally the figure came within inches of the Mibu Wolf. He tried to find the face, but the hood made it impossible to see. Instead he watched the hands. Floating between the ebony digits was a plain, black leather collar. What it was for, the Ookami didn't know.
He didn't have time to think about it either, for suddenly the sticky language stopped. Quickly the figure moved to clasp the collar around his neck. He blinked once, watched the robed oni flip back the hood to revel long, curly hair and a malicious smile, and suddenly blacked out before anything else had a chance to register.
By: Celena Schezar
Kenshin had a Mibu wolf,
Mibu wolf, Mibu wolf,
Kenshin had a Mibu wolf,
Its fur was black as coal.
And everywhere that Kenshin went,
Kenshin went, Kenshin went,
Everywhere that Kenshin went
The wolf was sure to go.
It followed him to town one day,
Town one day, town one day,
It followed him to town one day
Which was against the law.
It made the people hide and cry,
Hide and cry, hide and cry,
It made the people hide and cry
To see a wolf in town.
And so the police chased it away,
Chased it away, chased it away,
And so the police chased it away,
But still it lingered near.
And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Kenshin did appear.
"Why does the wolf follow Ken-san around?"
Ken-san around? Ken-san around?
"Why does the wolf follow Ken-san around?"
The Kenshin-gumi cry.
"Why, the wolf was once a Shinsengumi."
Shinsengumi, Shinsengumi
"Why, the wolf was once a Shinsengumi."
Tokio did reply.
Prelude
The night sky was dark and cloudy, leaving no room for the shining stars or luminescent moon. A distant thundering could be heard as the actual storm advanced from the North. The clouds above the town's head were not yet crying, but the frequent flashes from far away foreshadowed that soon they would be.
The lanky police officer merely blew out the last of the cigarette's smoke between tight lips and crushed the lingering snub beneath his foot. He continued down the street towards his home without a flicker of concern for the fast-approaching tempest.
The clouds above had prematurely set night into place as they came rushing in earlier that evening. For this reason the streets had been clear for quite some time and now as true night descended upon the city, no one was out at all. The amber-eyed cop was the only person out and his footsteps echoed eerily in the empty streets.
He had been working late, filling out what were in his mind, pointless pieces of paper called reports. They were the one thing about his job he just couldn't stand. That, and mindless ahous that tended to be insubordinate or completely stupid.
All of today had been a strange one. Since the time the ex-Shinsengumi captain had woke up this morning he had an odd feeling of trepidation. It was as if his gut knew something awful was going to happen this day. As if the storm was just an ill omen preceding some other ultimate, merciless deed.
And that's when it happened. A sudden flash of lightning struck the heavens above as a flash of an unusual ki struck the Miburo's mind below. He stopped walking and peered into the darkness ahead of him. A black figure stood there in front of him in the shadows placed just within his range of sight. The robbed figure stepped forward once and whispered something.
"Saitou Hajime."
The blue uniformed man frowned at the name. He wondered who this weird character could be. No one that he knew would have dared to say that name where there was even the slightest chance of someone over hearing them.
"I'm sorry, you seem to have me mistaken for someone else. I am Officer Fujita Goro. Not Saitou Hajime."
The stranger did not respond, it merely stood there. After what seemed like ages in the heavy atmosphere, the robed figure finally moved. It walked slowly towards the officer while chanting a spidery language of some sort. Its arms were held out it front of its chest, one hand cupped over the other but not touching, just hovering.
Fujita Goro simply stood there. He didn't know why, but his mind seemed to go numb with that weird chanting and his feet seemed glued in place to the street. The only thing he was able to move was his eyes. The amber orbs flickered around, searching for something, anything that could help him. It was no use, no one was outside and nothing he concentrated on could free his mind from its frozen state.
Finally the figure came within inches of the Mibu Wolf. He tried to find the face, but the hood made it impossible to see. Instead he watched the hands. Floating between the ebony digits was a plain, black leather collar. What it was for, the Ookami didn't know.
He didn't have time to think about it either, for suddenly the sticky language stopped. Quickly the figure moved to clasp the collar around his neck. He blinked once, watched the robed oni flip back the hood to revel long, curly hair and a malicious smile, and suddenly blacked out before anything else had a chance to register.