Shishou (working title only)
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Even as his heavy cloak flared out as the wind started to blow harder, the man known to some as Hiko Seijuro the thirteenth, master of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, barely noticed the cold. He was immersed in his thoughts as he walked on towards his home and workshop clutching a jar full of fine sake. Still looking like a decade younger than his true age, the swordsman turned potter hasn't changed much since the last time his former student, the infamous Battousai, visited him to complete his training. A few years had gone by since that time and a lot has happened in Kenshin's life. Most recently was his baka deshi's wedding to that slip of a girl whom he had been living with in Edo. Hiko snickered. "About time." he muttered.
Whatever else he would have whispered to the wind was lost when he heard a scream split the peace more or less serene dirt road. His eyes followed the direction the sound came from, and an instant later, he was hurrying towards it.
One reason was that whomever let out that first scream was now yelling for help. Another reason was that it sounded like a woman, which would most probably mean that unless she was like that hellcat Misao or the half- cultured-half-barbarian girl his baka deshi married, then she didn't have the skills to fend off whatever was distressing her, meaning she must really need help.
His decision to help was a practical one actually; he was only a few meters away from reaching his home and a dead woman being found by the police near his house would only illicit unwanted questions about who he is and what he does. Not that he had many secrets to keep, certainly he doesn't have any illegal undertakings, but a police investigation would be an intrusion in his life nonetheless and he liked his life of peace. So he decided to help.
He came upon five men hovering over someone whom they've pinned to the ground. He didn't hesitate for a second even though he wasn't bringing his sword. He could attack and defend himself without it well enough; besides, he hadn't thought he'd have the need for it today.
Catching their attention by hitting one of them in the head with a very well thrown rock, the master of the dreaded Hiten Mitsurugi style watched as one of the men fall over unconscious and waited till the others all turned towards him.
"Onore! Kisama nani-ugh!" A second man stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw Hiko throw another stone in the air and catch it without even looking at it. He looked nervously at his downed companion, gulped, and took a step back.
"Well, well, well." a third man turned to spit on the ground as he slowly bared a dagger. "Seems we have an interloper here boys. Or maybe he wants to join in on the fun, what do you think?"
"Suman ne, demo," Hiko said scowling, "I don't find forcing myself on a defenseless young girl fun." Indeed he could see the small form of a girl, probably in her early teens, crouching away from the group of men, holding her torn clothes closely to her body.
"I think we should just kill him for interrupting us," said the second one who had backed a step, apparently having regained his bravado seeing that Hiko wasn't in any hurry to throw the stone at him.
"Think again," Hiko muttered. His next move was too fast for four the men to see. One moment he was standing several yards away from them, the next he had banged together the heads of two of the men and had taken the dagger from its owner and pressing it to the man's groin for sheer poetic justice, after all the man did try to perpetuate a crime using said body part. He finally turned to the last man who was standing whose face turned from surprise to alarm to fright in mere seconds as he watched his companions being beaten. The man started running for his life when Hiko took a step towards him. He ran away screaming, which only served to tick the swordsman off more.
Hiko considered going after the frightened would-be rapist and decided against it. He wouldn't be back, that was for sure. Certainly not to try and avenge his companions, who aren't even dead, just suffering from concussions and a really painful and everlasting wound.
He walked to where the girl had managed to crawl to and slowly kneeled till he was more or less at the same height with her. She was frightened enough as it was and looming over her with his superior height was definitely not going to help. "Daijyoubu ka?"
It seemed his kneeling down to decrease his height didn't help as the girl was now looking at him with blank eyes. He passed his hand before her face and even snapped a finger in front of her eyes, all to no avail. The girl he just rescued was blind.
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A.N:
Well that came out fast. I just watched RK on tv and I guess the interaction between Kenshin and Hiko inspired me to write this. There aren't a lot of Hiko Seijuro fics out there yet so I figured I'd give this a try. Sides I couldn't sleep anyway with this clamoring to get out of my head.
I'm dedicating this story to my favorite roommate who absolutely adores Hiko Seijuro. If you know me personally then you know who this person is but since most of you guys don't, well let's just leave it at that.
Review would be very welcome. Chapter two's on its way.
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Warnings and Disclaimer:
First of, all Rurouni Kenshin/Samurai X characters are not mine. Repeat, they are not mine. Mae's the only character I added and would lay claim to so far. All the names and characters mentioned are Watsuki-sensei's creations.
This story is not in any way yaoi or shounen ai so if you're thinking it would have any of those characteristics in the latter chapters, well you're wrong. I'm making it PG 13 for the language and some rather graphic descriptions of violence.
1
Even as his heavy cloak flared out as the wind started to blow harder, the man known to some as Hiko Seijuro the thirteenth, master of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, barely noticed the cold. He was immersed in his thoughts as he walked on towards his home and workshop clutching a jar full of fine sake. Still looking like a decade younger than his true age, the swordsman turned potter hasn't changed much since the last time his former student, the infamous Battousai, visited him to complete his training. A few years had gone by since that time and a lot has happened in Kenshin's life. Most recently was his baka deshi's wedding to that slip of a girl whom he had been living with in Edo. Hiko snickered. "About time." he muttered.
Whatever else he would have whispered to the wind was lost when he heard a scream split the peace more or less serene dirt road. His eyes followed the direction the sound came from, and an instant later, he was hurrying towards it.
One reason was that whomever let out that first scream was now yelling for help. Another reason was that it sounded like a woman, which would most probably mean that unless she was like that hellcat Misao or the half- cultured-half-barbarian girl his baka deshi married, then she didn't have the skills to fend off whatever was distressing her, meaning she must really need help.
His decision to help was a practical one actually; he was only a few meters away from reaching his home and a dead woman being found by the police near his house would only illicit unwanted questions about who he is and what he does. Not that he had many secrets to keep, certainly he doesn't have any illegal undertakings, but a police investigation would be an intrusion in his life nonetheless and he liked his life of peace. So he decided to help.
He came upon five men hovering over someone whom they've pinned to the ground. He didn't hesitate for a second even though he wasn't bringing his sword. He could attack and defend himself without it well enough; besides, he hadn't thought he'd have the need for it today.
Catching their attention by hitting one of them in the head with a very well thrown rock, the master of the dreaded Hiten Mitsurugi style watched as one of the men fall over unconscious and waited till the others all turned towards him.
"Onore! Kisama nani-ugh!" A second man stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw Hiko throw another stone in the air and catch it without even looking at it. He looked nervously at his downed companion, gulped, and took a step back.
"Well, well, well." a third man turned to spit on the ground as he slowly bared a dagger. "Seems we have an interloper here boys. Or maybe he wants to join in on the fun, what do you think?"
"Suman ne, demo," Hiko said scowling, "I don't find forcing myself on a defenseless young girl fun." Indeed he could see the small form of a girl, probably in her early teens, crouching away from the group of men, holding her torn clothes closely to her body.
"I think we should just kill him for interrupting us," said the second one who had backed a step, apparently having regained his bravado seeing that Hiko wasn't in any hurry to throw the stone at him.
"Think again," Hiko muttered. His next move was too fast for four the men to see. One moment he was standing several yards away from them, the next he had banged together the heads of two of the men and had taken the dagger from its owner and pressing it to the man's groin for sheer poetic justice, after all the man did try to perpetuate a crime using said body part. He finally turned to the last man who was standing whose face turned from surprise to alarm to fright in mere seconds as he watched his companions being beaten. The man started running for his life when Hiko took a step towards him. He ran away screaming, which only served to tick the swordsman off more.
Hiko considered going after the frightened would-be rapist and decided against it. He wouldn't be back, that was for sure. Certainly not to try and avenge his companions, who aren't even dead, just suffering from concussions and a really painful and everlasting wound.
He walked to where the girl had managed to crawl to and slowly kneeled till he was more or less at the same height with her. She was frightened enough as it was and looming over her with his superior height was definitely not going to help. "Daijyoubu ka?"
It seemed his kneeling down to decrease his height didn't help as the girl was now looking at him with blank eyes. He passed his hand before her face and even snapped a finger in front of her eyes, all to no avail. The girl he just rescued was blind.
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A.N:
Well that came out fast. I just watched RK on tv and I guess the interaction between Kenshin and Hiko inspired me to write this. There aren't a lot of Hiko Seijuro fics out there yet so I figured I'd give this a try. Sides I couldn't sleep anyway with this clamoring to get out of my head.
I'm dedicating this story to my favorite roommate who absolutely adores Hiko Seijuro. If you know me personally then you know who this person is but since most of you guys don't, well let's just leave it at that.
Review would be very welcome. Chapter two's on its way.
* * *
Warnings and Disclaimer:
First of, all Rurouni Kenshin/Samurai X characters are not mine. Repeat, they are not mine. Mae's the only character I added and would lay claim to so far. All the names and characters mentioned are Watsuki-sensei's creations.
This story is not in any way yaoi or shounen ai so if you're thinking it would have any of those characteristics in the latter chapters, well you're wrong. I'm making it PG 13 for the language and some rather graphic descriptions of violence.