Knight in Dark Amour
I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho
Sub title: Medieval Hakusho
I hope this new story is well received. As the sub title states, it is medieval meaning that there will be some old English language. Please let me know what you think and constructive criticism and reviews are always welcomed.
I hope you enjoy it.
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Prologue
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It was in the year, twelve hundred and fifty five and the season was waxing spring. The village was quiet with most of the male children in knighthood or was deceased due to their draft into knighthood or unfortunate events which befell the village. The few remaining were in boyhood, much too young, all but one. The village with its location, the last nearest to the long journey still from the castle, fed many knights on their journey from their service and to the castle where they answer only to the king who sent them. In the quaint village in which its main profits came from the knights when they do venture through, the great land was also ploughed to sustain them in the absence of war.
As the snow melted and streams and rivers flowed with crisp clean waters, the knights on their journey hauled their great outer amour and folded banners on horseback while carrying the rest of the way on foot.
"Sir, we are approaching the village." A subordinate knight came to the head knight and said.
"By our code, go forth for mirth." The arch knight in dark raiment behest.
"Aye, sir." He said and departed as he bruit the tiding to his fellow knights.
Observing his men, the darkly clad arch knight relaxed as he sat on a stone large enough to be chair. Retracting his sword from its place, he wiped out dried dirt and blood as he polished it clean, his red eyes reflecting off the silver blade, while recapitulating their last war and the injustice that was done to cause such an event.
Hurly-burly activities and rowdiness drew him out of his pensive state. Thereafter he, with his sword at his side for he never walked a step without it, ventured to where his men were, near the bank of a stream. Upon reaching the clearing, he frowned in disapproval at his men at play.
"Come hither." One cooed to the fair redhead lingering nearby, but said redhead ignored them as was also in the presence of a little girl.
"Come, take your fill of water, full the cisterns and let us leave." The redhead told the younger hurriedly. The redhead did as was said also while ignoring the calls on the opposite bank of the stream.
A knight, bold and daft, ran through the shallow stream and held on to the redhead.
"I have come from war, let me have such company tonight." He said forthright with an impudent face and solecism of the code he stood for.
"I wish to be alone." The redhead said while shielding the girl.
"This be your sister?" The knight asked as he careened towards the girl who stepped away and to the redhead who held on to her.
"Leave us be, fair knight." The redhead said with decorum.
The dolt in knight guise touched the little girl's face who then flinched away from the grinning man, and then stood erect to face the redhead.
"Let her be and come with me." He grinned and touched the face of the redhead who turned away from such caress.
Leaning closer the knight boldly essayed a kiss, though before that could be done, the redhead moved, turning the little girl away and in the blink of an eye, the knight was on his knees, with both hands askew in a painful angle and held behind his back held in place by the redhead.
"Please inane knight, let me and my kin be." Green eyes of the redhead was not pleading but was caveat.
Laughs erupted on the other bank as his fellow knights witnessed his disgrace.
"Aye, I concede." The knight said and the redhead released him. Stepping before him, the redhead turned to call to the little girl.
Abashed, the knight moved to grab the redhead but fell to the dirt once more by a kick to his Popliteal Fossa and froze in horror when a blade was pressed against his neck.
"Have you forgotten your oath, knight?" His superior asked with a dark gleam in his red eyes.
"Si…sir." He stammered.
The arch knight turned to the redhead who held the girl in great proximity, beholding the sight.
"Be gone, a maiden and her kin should not be out this far from the village." He alluded imperiously.
Without a word, they garnered their waters and departed in the path through the thickets.
Turning to the knight, the arch knight punched him to the ground where he rolled and fell into the stream. Stepping on the stones, the mighty arch knight returned to his men.
"Aye, that be a fair lass I would love to be a suitor." A knight by the name of Jin called in the calm aftermath. "A beautiful lass with the best hair colour and moves deemed worthy of knighthood." He said grinning with his canines out over his lips.
"Watch her and wish her well." Said another.
"Why can I not dream even a little, Yusuke." He asked jocundly.
"Aye, but she can beat you to abasement." He said.
"I am aware you have such knowledge for you have failed many a fights with yours." He grinned.
"Keep your mind on greater matters." The arch knight walked near them and said.
"We have not seen a woman in months." Yusuke retaliated.
"You have." The arch knight responded disinterested though the maiden impressed him greatly.
"We have not seen a worthy and sublime woman for many months." Yusuke corrected.
"We will journey into the village ere eventide, if it befalls you to have one with consent, have your way." He said and departed leaving his men about.
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End of Prologue
Vocabulary:
Ere = before
Eventide= evening
Popliteal Fossa = back of the knee
Bruit: to spread a report