A/N I don't own any part of Megatokyo, and so that said legal obligations are taken care of...
This FanFiction is rated M for Mature. Sexual themes, Sexual situations, Sexual content, Excessive use of Profanity.
This fan fic is based on the N1NJ4 clan of the Megatokyo world, and it follows Cid around his journey through time.
-2007-
The cold October air solidified his breath into lazy clouds of grayish white. The left over leaves performed their descent with a graceful dance. A small smile played across his face as the scent of cherry blossoms caught in the gentle night breeze.
He let out a blissful sigh as he stretched out on the ground. Just as he closed his only good eye, a female voice spoke, above him. "Hel-loo!" The smile on his face broadened "Yes, Soturo?" Soturo finished the shading of the sketching she was diligently working on. "Nothing Cid, just noticed you heading out here," she explained.
Cid continued to lay in the grass, "Finished another sketchin'?" A small giggle was the only reply he received. Soturo took a seat next to him, and began to stare into the vast star filled sky. Tilting her head to the side "I saw Lady Skye today, and I managed to sketch her and her daughter!" She pulled out the spiral notebook, and held it above Cid who lazily gazed at the skillful artwork "One of your best." he complimented as he thumbed through the notebook.
Many of them were random people from the dojo, and a few of him and his close knit friends. After a short time he gave the book back, and his stomach growled which made Soturo Laugh lightly. Cid gave a rueful grin as he saw her return with a couple of rice cakes and a bottle of sake " Feeling like a midnight snack?" she inquired. Cid pondered on the meal, and nodded his acceptance. They ate and drank in silence until Soturo attacked the still prone Cid. "Heya!" she cried sending a chop at his neck. Cid got away, and yet still held his cup of sake. "A snack and a show, just the type of woman I like." he chuckled quickly draining his cup, and prepared to fight.
He had a roguish smile on his face as he held up one arm in a defensive posture. The wind blew thousands of cherry blossom petals all around them, it was as if a storm of pink. Soturo charged in with Rogan and Koga, her twin forged blades, she planted her heel and spun upon it. Cid offered a quick motion with his left arm deflecting the attack, sparks danced away from his arm. Smiling at the mechanical appendage, he led with a spear hand, but it found no purchase.
The hair on Cid's neck started to stand up, as the cold edge of Rogan closed in on the soft flesh of his throat.
-==1911==-
"Oi prick, wake up!" a jolt of pain shot up his left leg. The issuer of the voice had gave Cid a swift kick to the bottom of his boot. The white haired man looked up from under his black cowboy hat, "What another backwater fuck that thinks he can out draw me?" Cid's voice let a hint of anger in it. The backwater fuck watched Cid stand up, and felt a slight chill in his spine, Cid was easily two and a half feet taller that other gunslinger.
The gunslinger spat at Cid's feet, and said "Tell you what partner I'll give you till the third ring of the bell at noon to be out of this town, ifin ya ain't I'll fill your yella belly full of hot lead!" Cid watched the fool turn away from him, and back to his posse. "Ya ain't gonna listen to that piece of trail trash are ya?" a voice whispered in his ear. The saloon girl who taken a fancy of the white haired gentleman, was always bothering him on any given day.