WeaselByte: this one is dedicated to a friend at my high school, yah I fanally wrote it, shut up now
WeaselByte: through the combined efforts of me and fanfic-demon, this story got to it's feet, I've sense thought about it and now, here it is.
For the record I own none of the characters from the actual series and I believe Kamon is technically her's, ok here it goes...
4 Kilometers Outside Tokyo
A young boy trudged through the meadows and grassy hills of Japan breathlessly his eyes shut slightly against the glare of the near setting sun, he was amazed he had not yet come to be used to the glare as often as he walked out side, then again Shinobi care more for the night, his head dropped for exhaustion as he continued for the third day straight to put one foot before the other.
His eyes opened slightly he looked at his muddy Hakama and Kimono, often he had experienced ridicule for his attire he'd recently come to realize however that it was not normal for a male to wear such dress-like clothing, in fact to be less the butt of jokes he had sliced the sides, only to discover it was great for fighting, giving him more leg movement.
He looked upon himself in a puddle as he passed, his Bright Orange-Red hair was dirty and matted, his sharp face was covered in dust and patches of mud and his kimono was stained from the sweat of his travels.
He smiled oddly at his image, "Kamon my friend... you need a bath..."
He glanced up the road at a nose like laughter, to see a group a kids that could be no older then eleven or twelve, true he was only fifteen and short, but he couldn't help but laugh at the childishness, he placed his left hand on the cross section of his belt and oak Boken, and his right on his hip, he put his chin up and begin walking toward them meaning to walk right through there giggling group and on to Tokyo where he might bath.
He had nearly passed them when he heard a snicker, it was not hard to discern why, nearly without thought his foot shot out behind him causing him to twist back toward them and connecting solidly with the back of the largest one's head.
He shouted angrily as the tall boy hit the ground "you children find some thing amusing."
One boy twitched in surprise then shouted defiantly, "you little fairy-girl, with your little dress, you only got that hit in because you were behind him,"
Te boys surprise was ten fold when he found that He was the next target receiving a brutal punch on the bridge of his nose, Kamon used the momentum of his punch to swing himself around and take the Third one down with a tree stomp kick to the lower back.
Kamon comically paused to count the fallen then look up to the fleeing fourth, and drew his boken smiling evilly, next second the boken was being hurdled through the air as a javelin headed ward the last, "not so fast you little brat."
Not ten minutes later Kamon was walking away from the unconscious boy's holding three new purses whistling and children's lullaby and walking the three more miles to Tokyo with a new spring in his step, the weary ness of the road had completely fled him, and for the first time in days, he was smiling happily.
Several Hours Later
As Kamon entered the city he began to look around for somewhere to purchase a room, nearly every inn he passed was full however, he begin to ideally wonder the city to the point where he would be happy with an ally to sleep in, the as he turned a corner, WHAM!
"Hey! Why don't you watch where your going kid?" the stood a girl holding a basket and where a pretty kimono, though the girl herself seemed, athletic...
"Hmph" was Kamons only reply, after all his kimono had been dirtied further by her walking into him, "sorry lady, I'm busy, need to find somewhere to sleep."
The girl looked fluster by the arrogant boy "lady" remark, probably because of the snide way he said it, but he was just a kid,
"It's Karou, and you can make it up to me by carrying this basket to my Dojo, and if you learn to be nice, and tell me your name, you could sleep there, just for tonight though the trader shove off Tomorrow, so rooms will be open."
The boy sighed loudly, then looked up to her resigned, "kamon..."
Weaselbyte: well, there ya go... no fanfic-demon (for the record this is just the intro where we all meet kamon and see what kind of person he is) leave me alone to finish my other story,
Non- fanfic-Demon's, Please review...
