Hello everyone! Moonlightrurouni-chan here^-^ this one would like to say that this one is happy because comeuters no longer hate this one's life. {i.e check the twilight fanfic 'darkest sunrise T_T the better version is called Midnight Dawn. please read if you are a twilight fan :P} this one hopes that you'll all like the story!
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oh and by the way:
DISCLAIMER: this one doesn't own Rurouni Kenshin,not a single piece of it
although, Ayame-chan, Han'nya-kun, [ the one in my story, not the one in the anime/manga] and the mystery girl are of my imagination, and per usual, are the little voices in the back of my head that won't shut up.
Han'nya-kun: hey! don't you use that language with my sister around :\
Moonlightrurouni- i'm sorryy! -hides face in shame-
Ayame-chan- what's wrong Moony-sama?
moonlight&Han'nya-kun : NOTHING!
AFTER
CHAPTER1-Fighter
"Come on Kenji-sama! I'll race you to the Akabeko" cries Shinomori Ayame. I just rolled my eyes, but start speed walking non-the-less. "Ayame-chan, please slow down! We need not rush." I sigh.
Shinamori Ayame, daughter of Makimachi Misao and Shinamori Aoshi. Takes after her mother rather than her father, similar to her older brother Shinamori Han'nya, except that he takes after his father. Aside from being extraordinarily energetic and enthusiastic she also is bent of calling me 'Kenji-sama'.
"You realize that it's useless." Han'nya-kun says, watching his sister dash away. I snort in agreement. Han-ya is much more mature than his fourteen years, physically and mentally. Already he has surpassed his father, the current okashira of the Oniwanbanshu.
We hear shouts head of us but we pay no heed to them. But when Ayame comes running back, that's when my concern level begins to rise.
"Nee-san! Kenji-sama! There's a fight up ahead! It's bad!" she cries, jumping up into her brother's outstretched arms. "Did you see Yahiko-san or Shinya-kun? They'll probably take care of it." I say soothingly. We needn't to overreact over trivial things.
"They're not there!" she says, anxiously. "Okay Ayame, well check on it." I say, patting her head. Suddenly, we hear a girl's scream, and Han'nya-kun and I race towards the source, finally realizing how serious the situation is.
"No! No hurt nee-san! No hurt nee-san!" a little boy cries, from behind a young girl, who is currently coughing up blood on the ground after being kicked in the gut multiple times. The men standing above her laugh. "Well then your 'nee-san' shouldn't refuse to play with us next time." One of them sneers, slapping the child's face. I'm about to take out my kondaichi, when someone in the shadows of an all mumbles something, distracting the men.
The leader growls and glares at the figure. "What did you say?" when the figure doesn't respond, he goes right up to him and spits at his feet. "If you're going to say something, say it to my face!" he shouts.
"I said." The figure sitting in the shadows says, "If you're going to beat on someone, be a man and beat on someone your own size."
The man grabs his shirt from the front and slams him against the wall. "You dare speak to me, Kaemori Kana, the most feared and most powerful fight merchant in Japan?"
The his angry expression changes from confused to irritated to positively enraged, as the person starts shaking, but not out of fear. But laughter.
Almost faster than I can follow, he ducks under the fight merchant's arm, and throws a wicked punch at his face, sending Kana-san reeling.
"The most powerful and feared fight merchant? Ha. A kitten would be scarier than you." he laughs. "If you're the best fight merchant in Japan, then the Japan that once was must've changed for the worse." He bends down and picks up Kana from his shirt's collar, as easily as he would pick up a barrel of rice. "Sagara Sanouske will forever remain the best fight merchant in the history of Japan." He growls.
"Sagara Sanouske? Who's he?" squeaks Kana. "You honestly don't remember him?" the figure says, sounding cold, but still surprised. "maybe you know him by his other name. Zanza." He smiles as Kana's eyes widen in fear when he recognizes the nickname of one of the most feared fighters in Japan. The figure throws him on the ground. "And this is a simple example of Zanza's true strength." He says backing away a bit. " Futae no Kiwami! Mastery of Two Layers!" he shouts, punching the ground.
Which explodes sending Kana flying.
As the dust settles, I see his silhouette, a jacket billowing around his body, and his arms raised in the air. I become aware of Yahiko-san coming around the corner, and I hear his gasp.
"No! It can't be!" he gasps. Can't be who? I wonder. As the figure turns around, I hear him stutter out, "Sa-sanosuke?"
hee hee hee :P
sorry about the cliff hanger, this one should be posting the next chapter soon though ^-^
please R&R!