Red Wind Rurouni 3
A/N- Hiya folks, welcome to Part 3 of Jiani's adventures. This 3rd part is my own version of the Jinchuu Arc and the role Jiani plays in it..
Also, as far as this overall series goes, I don't know if I'll continue after this or not. I think it would be fitting to end it here, but I guess I'll just wait and see.
CHAPTER 1- A MAN NAMED ENISHI
On a hot summer day, a boat pulled into Osaka. The first to disembark was a young man dressed in Chinese gi and wearing strange glasses. For a moment, he paused, allowing the hot wind to ruffle his starch white hair. Then, he smirked to himself.
"It has been ten years since I last saw this place. Japan." A wrapped sword slung over one shoulder, he left the harbor at a steady walk. He was on his way to visit someone.
.......
Back in Tokyo, in a small dojo, there was a fight going on.
Yahiko leapt high into the air and swung hard with his shinai. "HYAH!"
CLACK! Kenshin blocked at the last instant with his sakabatou. He smiled slightly. "Good. Just a little faster and you'll have it!"
Yahiko gritted his teeth angrily. He couldn't decide if he liked sparring with Kenshin or not. With every level he reached, Kenshin would just keep climbing higher, continuously out of his reach.
Falling back, he veered to the right and charged again. "I'm not done yet! HYAH!"
Nearby, Jiani was watching quietly, fanning herself with her one good hand. Her right arm was wrapped in a sling and would take a long while to heal. So the only time she would even pick up a sword was for brief left-handed sessions. Most of the time, she contently watched Kenshin and Yahiko practice.
Sanosuke came into the dojo, dabbing a wet rag over his brow. He scowled when he saw the fighting. "Those idiots. How can they stand practicing in this heat! It's like a furnace in here!"
Jiani smiled. "They are too stubborn to be denied their right to spar."
He strode over and sat down next to her. He pointed to her wrapped arm. "How's the arm? Can you move it yet?"
"Not without a great deal of pain." Jiani told him, wriggling her fingers. "This limb of mine took a terrific blow." She glanced over at his bandaged right hand. "How is your hand faring?"
"Ah, it's fine. The vixen wants me to come get it treated today."
"You had best go then," Jiani advised. "If you are late, Megumi will do something violent."
"I figured you'd say that." Sanosuke stood up and dabbed his forehead once again. "Well hey, do you want to go somewhere after dinner?"
Jiani smiled. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea."
She and Sanosuke had been going places together often since returning from Kyoto. Jiani enjoyed spending time with him. Sanosuke was funny, sweet, and adventurous. She also enjoyed the attention she received from him, though she wasn't about to admit it.
Sanosuke grinned extra wide with her response. "Okay, see you later then." He took off, an extra spring apparent in his step.
Jiani giggled softly.
CRASH!
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T HITEN MITSURUGI???" Yahiko demanded as he kicked Kenshin into the floor.
"Ororo." The redhead mumbled. "But this proves you're getting stronger under Kaoru's training! I thought I should do everything I could to help you sharpen those skills!"
Jiani rolled her eyes lightheartedly. "Papa, you should have kept that to yourself."
..........
Back in Kyoto, the white-haired man approached a small grave, one that appeared to have been visited recently. Huffing to himself, he stomped on the flowers set there and watched as the delicate petals crumbled to nothing.
"So, the Battousai did finally show up here. He finally returned to Kyoto."
Behind him stood a rather stupid looking, blubbery man, Iwanbou. He spoke up. "Yes, but he has taken up the name Kenshin now. He returned to Tokyo just recently."
".." Enishi responded.
That foolish smile remaining on his face, Iwanou continued. "The other four were too excited about finding him to await your arrival. They went on ahead."
Enishi shrugged. "Can't say I blame them. But Tokyo, you say?"
"Yes,"
He turned abruptly. "Then we will have to hurry. Come Gein-san."
All of a sudden, Iwanbou's body fell apart, revealing a man with a skull mask, a bunraku puppetmaster. He laughed evilly.
Enishi's hand tightened around the sword he carried. "And he still bears the cross scar too? Then my sister hasn't forgiven him."
".And so, neither will I."
A/N- Hiya folks, welcome to Part 3 of Jiani's adventures. This 3rd part is my own version of the Jinchuu Arc and the role Jiani plays in it..
Also, as far as this overall series goes, I don't know if I'll continue after this or not. I think it would be fitting to end it here, but I guess I'll just wait and see.
CHAPTER 1- A MAN NAMED ENISHI
On a hot summer day, a boat pulled into Osaka. The first to disembark was a young man dressed in Chinese gi and wearing strange glasses. For a moment, he paused, allowing the hot wind to ruffle his starch white hair. Then, he smirked to himself.
"It has been ten years since I last saw this place. Japan." A wrapped sword slung over one shoulder, he left the harbor at a steady walk. He was on his way to visit someone.
.......
Back in Tokyo, in a small dojo, there was a fight going on.
Yahiko leapt high into the air and swung hard with his shinai. "HYAH!"
CLACK! Kenshin blocked at the last instant with his sakabatou. He smiled slightly. "Good. Just a little faster and you'll have it!"
Yahiko gritted his teeth angrily. He couldn't decide if he liked sparring with Kenshin or not. With every level he reached, Kenshin would just keep climbing higher, continuously out of his reach.
Falling back, he veered to the right and charged again. "I'm not done yet! HYAH!"
Nearby, Jiani was watching quietly, fanning herself with her one good hand. Her right arm was wrapped in a sling and would take a long while to heal. So the only time she would even pick up a sword was for brief left-handed sessions. Most of the time, she contently watched Kenshin and Yahiko practice.
Sanosuke came into the dojo, dabbing a wet rag over his brow. He scowled when he saw the fighting. "Those idiots. How can they stand practicing in this heat! It's like a furnace in here!"
Jiani smiled. "They are too stubborn to be denied their right to spar."
He strode over and sat down next to her. He pointed to her wrapped arm. "How's the arm? Can you move it yet?"
"Not without a great deal of pain." Jiani told him, wriggling her fingers. "This limb of mine took a terrific blow." She glanced over at his bandaged right hand. "How is your hand faring?"
"Ah, it's fine. The vixen wants me to come get it treated today."
"You had best go then," Jiani advised. "If you are late, Megumi will do something violent."
"I figured you'd say that." Sanosuke stood up and dabbed his forehead once again. "Well hey, do you want to go somewhere after dinner?"
Jiani smiled. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea."
She and Sanosuke had been going places together often since returning from Kyoto. Jiani enjoyed spending time with him. Sanosuke was funny, sweet, and adventurous. She also enjoyed the attention she received from him, though she wasn't about to admit it.
Sanosuke grinned extra wide with her response. "Okay, see you later then." He took off, an extra spring apparent in his step.
Jiani giggled softly.
CRASH!
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T HITEN MITSURUGI???" Yahiko demanded as he kicked Kenshin into the floor.
"Ororo." The redhead mumbled. "But this proves you're getting stronger under Kaoru's training! I thought I should do everything I could to help you sharpen those skills!"
Jiani rolled her eyes lightheartedly. "Papa, you should have kept that to yourself."
..........
Back in Kyoto, the white-haired man approached a small grave, one that appeared to have been visited recently. Huffing to himself, he stomped on the flowers set there and watched as the delicate petals crumbled to nothing.
"So, the Battousai did finally show up here. He finally returned to Kyoto."
Behind him stood a rather stupid looking, blubbery man, Iwanbou. He spoke up. "Yes, but he has taken up the name Kenshin now. He returned to Tokyo just recently."
".." Enishi responded.
That foolish smile remaining on his face, Iwanou continued. "The other four were too excited about finding him to await your arrival. They went on ahead."
Enishi shrugged. "Can't say I blame them. But Tokyo, you say?"
"Yes,"
He turned abruptly. "Then we will have to hurry. Come Gein-san."
All of a sudden, Iwanbou's body fell apart, revealing a man with a skull mask, a bunraku puppetmaster. He laughed evilly.
Enishi's hand tightened around the sword he carried. "And he still bears the cross scar too? Then my sister hasn't forgiven him."
".And so, neither will I."