When Dreams Come True
If wishes could be granted
And dreams would come true
Would I be a believer?
And be happier too?
Chapter one – Wish
It was going to rain that night.
Soujiro walked down the beaten pathway while the golden red leaves blew along side of him. The wind blew while the trees rustled and started to shed their leaves as they readied for winter. They swayed as if they were waving goodbye to Soujiro from the town he had just recently departed.
He was enjoying the sun until clouds began to form.
"Looks like rain," he said to himself since there was no one else to talk to. That's the way things were for quite some time now. The last person he had actually talked to was a few weeks ago to a kind old lady who happened to be an innkeeper.
That's when he had money too though.
He had run out of money a while ago. The only reason he stayed at the old lady's inn was because she insisted that he stayed since there was a storm fast approaching and she didn't want him out catching a cold.
She was also the last nice person he had met since he left her. That's one thing he noticed while he was on his journey.
If he followed through with Shishio and his saying, 'The strong live and the weak die,' then a lot of the good people would be gone since they usually don't care about power. He realized being a good person was hard to do, and since most people wanted the easy way out, it was hard to some by a decent person.
He only wished he could be a fraction as good as them.
He began to feel raindrops.
He started to jog to a nearby tree, which he used as protection. He stared out to the clouded sky as he waited out the storm. He knew it would take a long time, but he just sat there. Something about the rain was what made him, him. He felt the rain represented a part of him. He didn't know exactly why, but he listened to every drop.
The sound of drops then sent him off to the world where you could be anyone you chose to be.
He heard chirping. That was the perk of being a rurouni, you got to be the first person to smell the new day right after a rain. You were also the first person to hear the beautiful songbirds chirp in the morning.
But something was different.
The birds stopped chirping and he began to hear footsteps.
He opened to see a young woman sprinting along the path with two extremely large men chasing her, not too far behind.
"Goddamn bitch! Come back here!"
"Come and get me you fat asses!"
She sprinted by while her long braid swayed with every movement she took. She was clothed in a blue female ninja outfit, which was different than what normal women would wear.
She seemed familiar.
During the few moments that she passed by, he contemplated on whether or not to help the young women out. Maybe if he helped her out, he would repent for his sins just that much more.
So his decision was final.
He stepped out in front of the two men right when she ran by. The two men came to a halt about five yards in front of Soujiro.
"Move! You don't have any business here!"
Misao stopped her running and turned around. A man was standing in between her and the two men. Well, actually more like a boy since he wasn't much taller than she.
"I SAID MOVE!"
Still nothing happened. The two men started to get more and more aggravated while Misao did as well.
"HEY!" Misao yelled, "This has NOTHING to do with you so don't help me!"
Soujiro turned his head so only his face looked at her with his same old blank smile. She examined his face closely. Soon enough her eyes widened, "Tenken…"
The two men eyed each other and then charged.
Soujiro then turned his head back around just in time to disappear with his super Shukuchi speed.
"Where's he go?" One of the men asked while the other shrugged. Misao's eyes searched every which way trying to tell where he went.
She heard a noise behind her. She turned around a fast as she could, but before she could say anything, Soujiro picked her up and ran in the direction she was running in the first place.
As soon as they reached the border of the city, Soujiro stopped and set her down, "Are you alright?" Soujiro asked.
As soon as she touched the ground, she took a few steps back, "Y-you're the Tenken…" He just smiled. He didn't seem too dangerous at the moment, but that was his specialty.
Well, he didn't seem dangerous until she saw his sword, "AH! GET AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed as she jumped back a few yards.
Soujiro's eyes had an inquisitive look on them. He saw her looking at his sword and then chuckled, "Oh, I won't use this on you," he said while holding it up, "I haven't used it since I fought with Mr. Himura. What's your name again?"
She went bug eyed, "Why in the hell should I tell you that! You're a murderer! A WANTED murderer! You're probably using your super speed on me to make me believe you're a decent human being!"
Soujiro sweat-dropped, "Super speed can't make another person act differently…"
"Beside the point!" She screeched while waving her arms in furry, "Now leave me alone!"
Soujiro's eyes lowered while he kept his smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to anger you in any way. I'll leave you alone now."
He passed her and slowly began to enter the city, still keeping his smile.
Misao shivered, 'His smile is creepy,' but soon she followed in the same direction.
It was a couple hours since he last met the girl with the long braid. Soujiro was feeling a little down. He didn't know why, but all he knew was that people were still afraid of him. He guessed it was harder to lose a reputation than he thought.
He wandered aimlessly through the city. He was feeling…well actually he didn't know the feeling since he didn't 'feel.'
"HEY!"
Soujiro kept walking, he assumed the person yelling was calling to someone else.
"Stop walking smile-boy!"
Soujiro then stopped and thought for a moment. He turned around and saw the two men he had ditched with Misao a few hours back. He just stared as they coughed and wheezed, "We…we found you…! Tuh-Time for you to…die…!" they said between breaths, which seemed a little unthreatening.
But Soujiro just smiled.
"Stop your smiling you punk!" One of the men yelled as he ran towards Soujiro. The man swung his fist at Soujiro's head, but he just stepped to the side while the man feel flat on his face.
Soujiro glanced down at the man with the same smile, "You might want to work on that."
""Shut…up," the man wheezed. But the other man wasn't far behind as he jumped on Soujiro.
"Got 'ya!" But he too landed on the ground without catching a whiff of the smiling boy. He leaped up and grabbed his rear while he howled in pain.
Soujiro just giggled as the townsfolk watched in pity for the two men who had just defeated themselves.
The first man who attacked then stood up, "Now that I've caught my breath, I've got you just where I want you."
Now that Soujiro looked around, he realized the man was right. There was a building right behind him and townspeople were to his sides. He admitted to himself that he was getting a little rusty.
The man gave a toothy grin and bent his knees so he could take a good leap at Soujiro. But Soujiro just smiled because he knew no matter how trapped he was, these men wre obviously too fatigued and bid to move quick enough.
He stared at the man's face. For a split second, his eyes bulged, but just for a second. He and Soujiro then both looked down to his right foot, which now had a kunai in it.
"OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!" He jumped up and down while holding his tender foot. Soujiro stood there, somewhat amused until the girl with the long braid ran up along side of him and grabbed his hand.
"Come on!" She yelled as he was forced to follow her. He looked back one last time to the man with the kunai in his foot, still jumping up and down while the other stood while yelling some sort of profanity at the braid-woman and himself.
After a long while of running, Misao let go of his hand and brought her hands to her knees while she panted. Soujiro asked, "Are you tired?"
Her face shot up with angry eyes, "No I'm not tired! I happen to be one of the most fit members of the Oniwabanshu!"
Soujiro nodded, "Oh! So that's where I remember you from! You and Aoshi-sama were in the same ninja squad," he said while scratching his head, "Or something like that… but your name is Okon! Right?"
Misao stood up with an exasperated look on her face, "No, I'm Misao. And you're the Tenken."
Soujiro closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, "But I have a real name you know."
She put her hands on her hips, "And it is?"
"Soujiro. Soujiro Seta."
She turned around, "So Soujiro, you're a wanderer now, huh?" She asked as she turned back around to see him nod, "So, I'm assuming you don't have a place to stay."
His eyes and ears perked as he heard this, "Oh! Um, I guess you could say that."
She gave him a big smile, "Great then! You'll stay at the Oniwaban's hideout/restaurant!"
Soujiro was overwhelmed, this was the first nice person he had met since the old lady at the inn, "Thank you for you hospitality but may I ask, why are you allowing me to stay at your living quarters?"
Her smile dropped, "Well, excuse me for trying to be generous. And I wasn't saying it as a friend would. For all I know, you're still a killer but I would hope you'd have the dignity of not killing someone in their sleep. And besides, you can't be one hundred percent bad if you saved me once."
Soujiro nodded but asked, "But you saved me once also so we're equal. Are you positive you want me to stay?"
Misao's vein could be seen pulsing through her skin, "LISTEN YOU! I KNOW I COULD SAVE YOUR ASS ANYDAY, BUT ACCEPT MY GENEROSITY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"
Soujiro sweat-dropped while he cowered in fear of Lady Misao, which was a change because usually people would cower from him.
"A-alright Misao, I'll do what you please."
She shot him a murderous look, "Not what I please! What you want! CHOOSE!"
Soujiro unplugged his ears, "Alright, alright, I'm staying on my own will because of your extremely generous offer. Thank you very much Ms. Misao."
"That's more like it," Misao said while she set her hands on her hips, "And while you're at it, call me Mrs. Aoshi Shinomori."
With that, she sighed and fluttered her eyes in her own little world. Soujiro just smiled as Misao just started walking off until she ran into a tree.
"Ow!" She yelped as she grabbed her head in pain. While she was swirly-eyed, Soujiro let a giggle escape. Her head snapped around, "Oh, so you think that's funny, do 'ya?"
Soujiro brought his hand to his forehead, "Sorry, I didn't know you were so fond of Mr. Shinomori. He is a very strong sword fighter."
Misao grew hostile again, "Well, of course he is! Why else would I fall in love with him if he weren't the most handsome, strong, intelligent sword fighter in the world!"
Soujiro tilted his head, "You really love him?"
"Ugh! Yes, I do!" She said while rolling her eyes, "Now let's get going to the restaurant!"
Misao and Soujiro walked side by side. During the whole walk, Soujiro wondered what love was like. Yumi-san, bless her soul, always told stories to him about her love of Mr. Shishio. So, Soujiro always wondered what she felt like.
Love…love…he liked the sound of it.
End.
Hey guys it's me, naiLAUG. I thought it was a fairly good beginning. But I seriously can't wait to write more. I'm really getting into this writing thing. Also, if you like Legend of Zelda, I have a story about that. But I have a feeling this one's going to be good!
So, please rate and review, comments and criticism is always welcome but I kinda prefer 'happy' things…flames kind of burn me if you catch my drift. But, whatever floats your boat. Anyways…
I'm weak!
NaiLAUG!