Hiyas again! ^^ Well, I thought writing another fic would help jog my mind
with my others. So here I am again! Since I feel sorry for him (and I luv
him so very much ^^;), I have decided to write a fic centering
Shishiwakamaru as one of the main characters!! Yay! I call it "Dawn On a
New Horizon" so sit back and enjoy. ^^
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"Now where am I . . .? I've been wandering for days." A voice muttered. A lone figure walked down the coastline, the waves lapping against his feet. Loose strands of blue hair wafting over his shoulder and brushing against his cheeks. His yukata (white top, blue bottom, red sash *You know the deal. O.o;;*) was dirty from his travels, and was also blood stained from the various wounds covering his body. His reddish gaze seemed to add to the set the sky aflame, piercing the sunset. Sea birds cawed overhead, and the wind circled him, the sand slightly crunching beneath his sandals with every step.
In the distance he could hear the laughter of children. "A village?" he thought to himself as reached the top of a dune, and over looked a peaceful looking village surrounded by sakura trees. He suddenly felt faint. The loss of blood and traveling must have taken its toll. His legs gave way, as he tumbled down the dune and landed on his back. He groaned in agony, before all went dark and the world was silent.
A few of the villagers had seen the young man atop the dune, and then witnessed the painful fall he took. A few of them immediately rushed over to see if he was alright.
"He's unconscious," said one.
"He looks beat up," said another.
"Well it does no good leaving him here. Let's take him to the temple for treatment," said the last. And they did just that.
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Shishi hummed merrily to himself as he walked down the streets of his peaceful town. He walked past a bread stand and slyly stole a loaf and continued on. He spotted a group of kids playing what seemed to be keep- away with a younger kid's ball.
"Awwww . . . what's wrong? Little Yasuhiko want his ball back?" One of the older kids teased, faking a pouty face.
"Give it back, Shuugo!" Little Yasuhiko whined, jumping up trying to get it back, yet failing miserably.
The rest of the kids stood there laughing at Yasuhiko, and taunting him from the sides.
"Didn't your mother's ever tell you not to take what doesn't belong to you?" a watching voice spoke from behind.
"AH! Shishi! We was . . .uh . . . we didn't do nothing!" Shuugo stuttered, tossing the ball to the side.
"Shishi! Good timing!" Yasuhiko grinned. Shishi always solved disputes, or so he heard.
"Now now . . . we all know that's not true, Shuugo. But anyway . . . you don't take what others have to call it your own." Shishi explained as he walked over and picked up the ball. "What you do is take it, then dispose of it!" He laughed as he tossed the ball up onto a roof.
"HEY!!" Cried Yasuhiko as he watched the ball sail through the air. "Hey . . . !! You're supposed to help little kids!" He cried.
"Save it for someone who cares." Shishi scoffed as he turned to walk away.
Yasuhiko bit his lower lip, then started wailing miserably. "I want my ball!!! WHAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Shishi grimaced at the high pitched wailing, then turned to face the kid again. "Look brat. Crying isn't going to get your ball back. Quit the tears and just go get it!" He frowned down as he slightly loomed over the child's weeping form.
Yasuhiko hiccupped, wiped the tears from his eyes and looked up at Shishi. His brown, childlike gaze connecting with Shishi's serious, slightly menacing reddish demon glare.
"You think *hic* that just 'cause *hic* you're the strongest warrior in this village, *hic* you can push others around!" Yasuhiko shouted, returning an even scarier glare that made even Shishi shudder.
"Fine! I'll get your damned ball!" Shishi shouted, thoroughly exasperated. He dragged himself over to a stack of carts a clambered up them to reach the roof. He looked around, and spotted the little speckled, wooden ball in a gutter and quickly retrieved it. "Hey brat!" he called over the edge of the roofing. Yasuhiko looked up and grinned from ear to ear. "Here's your damn ball!" Shishi shouted, literally pegging the ball at the little kid.
Yasuhiko, thankfully, dodged the speeding bullet of wood, and then picked it up after it finished rolling across the ground. "Thanks a**hole! Yasuhiko cheekily grinned as he merrily skipped away. (A/N: I dun like using curses besides damn . . . so when I do I'll bleep them out. XD;;)
The last comment almost knocked Shishi off the roof. "What a rude little maggot." He sneered as the kid walked away.
"You should talk, gremlin." A hoarse voice called up to Shishi from the street.
"Perfect . . . " Shishi muttered. "What the hell do you want, Yukio?" Shishi asked calmly as he jumped down from the roof.
"Nothing less than to beat the living sh*t out of a guy that thoroughly pissed me off yesterday by neglecting my challenge notice." Yukio grunted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh. Terribly sorry about that. I don't know why it slipped my mind. No . . .wait . . . yes I do . . . Maybe because I didn't want to waste precious moments from my life on sparring an overgrown ogre with an IQ lower than that of gnats flying around a horse's backside." Shishi smirked lightly, but smirking further after seeing Yukio's confused, but outraged expression.
"You little f**cker!" Yukio roared as he charged at Shishi, fists clenched and outstretched.
"Never were the type to keep your temper under control. (A/N: Shishi should talk. xD) Guess I'll have to teach you yet -another- lesson." Shishi sighed, unsheathing his blade. (A/N: In this story, he doesn't have the Makokumeizanken. He has a sword like it, except without the powers. O.o Alternate universe people, dun hate meh. .) The scraping of the blade against the metal sheath rang through the market square, and people all turned to look at the event that was about to happen.
"Bah! Shishiwakamaru is causing an uproar again. I wonder how much of the town he'll destroy this time." An elderly woman spat.
"Up to no good again." Another man scoffed.
Yukio continued his reckless charge at Shishi, and once he was within range he swung a giant fist at Shishi's face. Shishi chuckled, and easily dodged the misplaced punch, and laughed as Yukio stumbled and knocked over a few bystanders in the crowd. "What a fool you are, Hiroshima." Shishi laughed. Yukio could never keep up with him, or even hit him for that matter.
"Son of a . . ." Yukio muttered as he dashed in to try yet another thrust at Shishi. "DIE!"
Shishi closed his eyes and sighed, before opening them and then lifting his sword to catch the punch. The strong metal of the sword was durable enough to bend enough to hold the force being put on it. "No I'd rather not." He stated coolly as he pushed Yukio back. Shishi shook his head, refusing to let this annoyance make him show his . . . other . . . side. This was pointless.
"What's with you, shrimp?! How the hell can you fend me off when you're just a pretty-boy loser?!" Yukio growled menacingly, as he, for the last time, charged in swinging his fists in a blind fit of rage.
Shishi sighed in annoyance, as he stepped to the side just before Yukio could reach him, and stuck out his foot. Like clockwork, Yukio tripped and fell face first into a giant pile of cow dung.
As much as mostly everyone in the crowd hated Shishi, they couldn't help but laugh at the stunt he pulled. (A/N: Poor Shishi. O__o But we all love him right? XD)
"Yukio, you blend in perfectly with your little background there." Shishi laughed. "Maybe now you've learned not to waste my time, or even try taking on Shishiwakamaru again." He stated, proudly emphasizing his name. And with that said, he turned and walked away, leaving a completely embarrassed Yukio to live with the anger of yet another loss to the 'pretty boy'.
Yukio lifted his head and glared a hole into Shishi's back as he walked away. "You'll pay for this, just you wait. You'll get what's coming to you, Shishiwakamaru." He spat as the name rolled off his tongue.
Later on that night, Shishi sat in his little 'home' and enjoyed a good laugh about the days events. Stupid Yukio would never learn, and he was expecting yet another pointless challenge by tomorrow's sunrise.
By midnight, Shishi was exhausted. He yawned and stretched and looked out the window. (A/N: His house is probably like some mud made thing, or woody hut type thing. O.o; Not very luxurious.) "I guess it's time to get some sleep." Shishi yawned, as he went to undress and go to bed. But, a curious crash, followed by an ear piercing scream, caught his attention as he walked to the window and looked out. The street seemed quiet enough, but he grabbed his sword and walked outside anyway. The moonlit street was serene as he made his way down the alley. He looked around for any clue as to what caused the sudden racket. He turned another corner, but what met his eye was far more than he had expected to see.
A small body, sprawled across the ground, was motionless in a puddle of crimson. Shishi sprinted over to examine the body. It was obvious whoever it was was dead, but he checked anyway. Shishi set his sword on the ground next to him, then used his foot to push the body upright, and recoiled when the young face of Yasuhiko met his gaze. The child's eyes were blank, blood gave his face a horrifying color. Shishi looked down at the child's midsection. Stabbed. He'd been stabbed. Or basically ran through completely-back and then right through the front-by what looked like a standard katana. " . . . who would do something like this the brat?" Shishi muttered, brushing loose bangs away from the deceased child's face.
Just then, the sound of softly padding feet entered the alleyway.
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Muha. _ Expect the next chapter real soon. ^^ I gots ideas. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter to this fic. Ja, minna-san! ^_____^
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"Now where am I . . .? I've been wandering for days." A voice muttered. A lone figure walked down the coastline, the waves lapping against his feet. Loose strands of blue hair wafting over his shoulder and brushing against his cheeks. His yukata (white top, blue bottom, red sash *You know the deal. O.o;;*) was dirty from his travels, and was also blood stained from the various wounds covering his body. His reddish gaze seemed to add to the set the sky aflame, piercing the sunset. Sea birds cawed overhead, and the wind circled him, the sand slightly crunching beneath his sandals with every step.
In the distance he could hear the laughter of children. "A village?" he thought to himself as reached the top of a dune, and over looked a peaceful looking village surrounded by sakura trees. He suddenly felt faint. The loss of blood and traveling must have taken its toll. His legs gave way, as he tumbled down the dune and landed on his back. He groaned in agony, before all went dark and the world was silent.
A few of the villagers had seen the young man atop the dune, and then witnessed the painful fall he took. A few of them immediately rushed over to see if he was alright.
"He's unconscious," said one.
"He looks beat up," said another.
"Well it does no good leaving him here. Let's take him to the temple for treatment," said the last. And they did just that.
~*~*~*~*~*~ (Shishi's Dream)~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Shishi hummed merrily to himself as he walked down the streets of his peaceful town. He walked past a bread stand and slyly stole a loaf and continued on. He spotted a group of kids playing what seemed to be keep- away with a younger kid's ball.
"Awwww . . . what's wrong? Little Yasuhiko want his ball back?" One of the older kids teased, faking a pouty face.
"Give it back, Shuugo!" Little Yasuhiko whined, jumping up trying to get it back, yet failing miserably.
The rest of the kids stood there laughing at Yasuhiko, and taunting him from the sides.
"Didn't your mother's ever tell you not to take what doesn't belong to you?" a watching voice spoke from behind.
"AH! Shishi! We was . . .uh . . . we didn't do nothing!" Shuugo stuttered, tossing the ball to the side.
"Shishi! Good timing!" Yasuhiko grinned. Shishi always solved disputes, or so he heard.
"Now now . . . we all know that's not true, Shuugo. But anyway . . . you don't take what others have to call it your own." Shishi explained as he walked over and picked up the ball. "What you do is take it, then dispose of it!" He laughed as he tossed the ball up onto a roof.
"HEY!!" Cried Yasuhiko as he watched the ball sail through the air. "Hey . . . !! You're supposed to help little kids!" He cried.
"Save it for someone who cares." Shishi scoffed as he turned to walk away.
Yasuhiko bit his lower lip, then started wailing miserably. "I want my ball!!! WHAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Shishi grimaced at the high pitched wailing, then turned to face the kid again. "Look brat. Crying isn't going to get your ball back. Quit the tears and just go get it!" He frowned down as he slightly loomed over the child's weeping form.
Yasuhiko hiccupped, wiped the tears from his eyes and looked up at Shishi. His brown, childlike gaze connecting with Shishi's serious, slightly menacing reddish demon glare.
"You think *hic* that just 'cause *hic* you're the strongest warrior in this village, *hic* you can push others around!" Yasuhiko shouted, returning an even scarier glare that made even Shishi shudder.
"Fine! I'll get your damned ball!" Shishi shouted, thoroughly exasperated. He dragged himself over to a stack of carts a clambered up them to reach the roof. He looked around, and spotted the little speckled, wooden ball in a gutter and quickly retrieved it. "Hey brat!" he called over the edge of the roofing. Yasuhiko looked up and grinned from ear to ear. "Here's your damn ball!" Shishi shouted, literally pegging the ball at the little kid.
Yasuhiko, thankfully, dodged the speeding bullet of wood, and then picked it up after it finished rolling across the ground. "Thanks a**hole! Yasuhiko cheekily grinned as he merrily skipped away. (A/N: I dun like using curses besides damn . . . so when I do I'll bleep them out. XD;;)
The last comment almost knocked Shishi off the roof. "What a rude little maggot." He sneered as the kid walked away.
"You should talk, gremlin." A hoarse voice called up to Shishi from the street.
"Perfect . . . " Shishi muttered. "What the hell do you want, Yukio?" Shishi asked calmly as he jumped down from the roof.
"Nothing less than to beat the living sh*t out of a guy that thoroughly pissed me off yesterday by neglecting my challenge notice." Yukio grunted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh. Terribly sorry about that. I don't know why it slipped my mind. No . . .wait . . . yes I do . . . Maybe because I didn't want to waste precious moments from my life on sparring an overgrown ogre with an IQ lower than that of gnats flying around a horse's backside." Shishi smirked lightly, but smirking further after seeing Yukio's confused, but outraged expression.
"You little f**cker!" Yukio roared as he charged at Shishi, fists clenched and outstretched.
"Never were the type to keep your temper under control. (A/N: Shishi should talk. xD) Guess I'll have to teach you yet -another- lesson." Shishi sighed, unsheathing his blade. (A/N: In this story, he doesn't have the Makokumeizanken. He has a sword like it, except without the powers. O.o Alternate universe people, dun hate meh. .) The scraping of the blade against the metal sheath rang through the market square, and people all turned to look at the event that was about to happen.
"Bah! Shishiwakamaru is causing an uproar again. I wonder how much of the town he'll destroy this time." An elderly woman spat.
"Up to no good again." Another man scoffed.
Yukio continued his reckless charge at Shishi, and once he was within range he swung a giant fist at Shishi's face. Shishi chuckled, and easily dodged the misplaced punch, and laughed as Yukio stumbled and knocked over a few bystanders in the crowd. "What a fool you are, Hiroshima." Shishi laughed. Yukio could never keep up with him, or even hit him for that matter.
"Son of a . . ." Yukio muttered as he dashed in to try yet another thrust at Shishi. "DIE!"
Shishi closed his eyes and sighed, before opening them and then lifting his sword to catch the punch. The strong metal of the sword was durable enough to bend enough to hold the force being put on it. "No I'd rather not." He stated coolly as he pushed Yukio back. Shishi shook his head, refusing to let this annoyance make him show his . . . other . . . side. This was pointless.
"What's with you, shrimp?! How the hell can you fend me off when you're just a pretty-boy loser?!" Yukio growled menacingly, as he, for the last time, charged in swinging his fists in a blind fit of rage.
Shishi sighed in annoyance, as he stepped to the side just before Yukio could reach him, and stuck out his foot. Like clockwork, Yukio tripped and fell face first into a giant pile of cow dung.
As much as mostly everyone in the crowd hated Shishi, they couldn't help but laugh at the stunt he pulled. (A/N: Poor Shishi. O__o But we all love him right? XD)
"Yukio, you blend in perfectly with your little background there." Shishi laughed. "Maybe now you've learned not to waste my time, or even try taking on Shishiwakamaru again." He stated, proudly emphasizing his name. And with that said, he turned and walked away, leaving a completely embarrassed Yukio to live with the anger of yet another loss to the 'pretty boy'.
Yukio lifted his head and glared a hole into Shishi's back as he walked away. "You'll pay for this, just you wait. You'll get what's coming to you, Shishiwakamaru." He spat as the name rolled off his tongue.
Later on that night, Shishi sat in his little 'home' and enjoyed a good laugh about the days events. Stupid Yukio would never learn, and he was expecting yet another pointless challenge by tomorrow's sunrise.
By midnight, Shishi was exhausted. He yawned and stretched and looked out the window. (A/N: His house is probably like some mud made thing, or woody hut type thing. O.o; Not very luxurious.) "I guess it's time to get some sleep." Shishi yawned, as he went to undress and go to bed. But, a curious crash, followed by an ear piercing scream, caught his attention as he walked to the window and looked out. The street seemed quiet enough, but he grabbed his sword and walked outside anyway. The moonlit street was serene as he made his way down the alley. He looked around for any clue as to what caused the sudden racket. He turned another corner, but what met his eye was far more than he had expected to see.
A small body, sprawled across the ground, was motionless in a puddle of crimson. Shishi sprinted over to examine the body. It was obvious whoever it was was dead, but he checked anyway. Shishi set his sword on the ground next to him, then used his foot to push the body upright, and recoiled when the young face of Yasuhiko met his gaze. The child's eyes were blank, blood gave his face a horrifying color. Shishi looked down at the child's midsection. Stabbed. He'd been stabbed. Or basically ran through completely-back and then right through the front-by what looked like a standard katana. " . . . who would do something like this the brat?" Shishi muttered, brushing loose bangs away from the deceased child's face.
Just then, the sound of softly padding feet entered the alleyway.
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Muha. _ Expect the next chapter real soon. ^^ I gots ideas. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter to this fic. Ja, minna-san! ^_____^