Opening Lotus
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Chapter One
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Author's Notes: This is a story from Samurai War RPG
. For all intents and purposes…in the RPG, the "Clans" spoke of in this story are actually "Dynasties." I just needed to write a story about this, and this popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it, and reviews are appreciated.
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Rating For This Chapter: PG-13
Warnings For This Chapter: Brief Nudity, Ugly Wounds
Disclaimer: I do not own SamuraiWarRPG.
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Panting hard, Taki ran in between the gates of her Clan, nearly passing out when they clanged shut behind her. She had barely made from members of the Dikjimgin Clan. She had really pissed off some of their members this time. It was a wonder that she was still alive. They were the second most powerful Clan in Japan… It just figured that she would piss them off. Sighing, she leaned against a wall, sliding down it and sitting in the dirt of the road as it went towards the Emperor's Mansion.
Digging in her satchel, she produced a skin of water. Uncorking it, she poured a great big mouthful of it down her throat, letting the cool liquid calm her stomach, and make her wounds seem easier. Wincing a little, she felt her right arm. It had been badly slashed by one of the warrior's she had fought, and it was now burning.
Drawing up her sleeve, she revealed an ugly scar of a slash on the front of her forearm. Sighing a bit, she bandaged it up, thinking about how she was going to get that scoundrel back. She could remember the malice and hatred in his eyes for her, and all of her clan… His eyes were also the most unnatural shade of purple she had ever seen. Purple…with bits of red in them…
"Or, then again, I could've been seeing something…" she muttered under her breath, as she put the skin away, and stood up, groaning. She had taken a beating this time, and needed rest. She also felt dizzy from lack of food. How long had she been wondering in the wilderness…spying… Well, spying of her own accord…of course… But, spying, nonetheless.
Smirking a bit to herself, she headed for her home, sliding the door to the side, and stepping in, her bokken (1) at her side as always, reminding her that she needed to be able to protect herself at all times, though revenge might be made for her from some of the members of this Clan…she knew that utmost, it was her responsibility to make revenge for herself. Sitting the weapon near the doorway to the bath, she quickly drew some hot water from the basin, filling it up. Her robe fairly floated off of her as she stepped into the water, letting the steam and heat relax her. Smiling, she closed her eyes. No one should bother her now…
"Taki-san! Taki-san!"
Dammit… She thought, halfway reaching for a towel. "Yes…what is it, Harumi?
"I'm sorry to disturb you…but Miyamoto-sama wants to speak with the clan."
"Now?"
"Yes, he requests everyone's attendance as well…this is something important…or so it seems,"
She sighed, sitting up in the water. She hoped this wasn't about her little spying incident… But, to her knowledge, no one else had seen her… Well, except for about 10 members of the other clan… "Alright…I'll be there."
Moaning a bit, she stood up, and began to dry off, her thigh-length ebony hair brushing softly against her porcelain skin. Selecting a garment fit to wear to appear to His Majesty, she combed her hair, putting it in a ponytail. She had a natural beauty, and it showed just now…her not needing any make-up to hide or enhance any of her soft features. It was a small wonder to everyone why she had become a Samurai… and not stayed at home in her own country…getting matched to a suitor…and producing children. But, then again, that kind of life would've bored her, and she couldn't really stand to be bored for very long. Hence the reason why she had sneaked around the Dikjimgin clan… She had grown bored with practicing her skills…and wanted to do something useful for her clan. She only hoped that it had not gone too far…and that war wouldn't erupt from her "relieving her boredom."
Looking down, she shook her head slightly, grabbing her bokken. No, war wouldn't erupt because of her…she would make sure of it. Besides, it's not as if she did any real harm to Mithrandir…she only knocked him unconscious several times and took his money whenever he had any…that was all.
A small chuckle escaped her at that thought as she opened the door, going to the road. This was going to be an interesting visit with His Majesty, she was sure of it.
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Notes:Bokken. This is a wooden sword commonly used for practice by warriors, but when applied with enough force, it can hurt, or even kill another warrior on the battlefield.
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To Be Continued…