NEW ROSE
A FLAME OF RECCA FANFIC
BY PAUL D. WRIGHT
Disclaimer: Nothing is owned, everything is assumed.
PART ONE: Is she really going out with him?
A Vacant lot, somewhere in the suburbs of Tokyo. The sun beat down on a scene like all the
scenes seen in this particular lot. A fight was going on. Not a particularly uncommon event, given
one of the participants was one Ishijima Domon, who, it must be said, had a habit of this kind of
thing.
What was surprising was his opponent, a young girl with blue hair, a painfully thin young girl,
who was spitting curses at him and his mohawk.
"Why did you challenge me?" Domon asked, in a voice that assumed much.
"Shut up!! I'll tell you over your dead body!! I, Aki of the Uraha, don't take challenges lightly!!"
"And I do?"
In reply, Aki launched herself at the mohawked one, who stepped aside in one movement. She
stood up, and rushed again, and again Domon stepped by, agilely avoiding her attack despite his
bulk.
Aki stood, glared a deadly glare at the giant, and yelled, "Fight like a man, coward!!"
Domon returned the glare, but said, "I would, but your not a man.."
"So?!?!"
"Look, I defeated you in the UBS.. Why not leave it at that..?"
"Because of that, is why I'm here, Idiot!!"
Domon shut up, stared at her. His expression didn't change, so his inner activities were invisible.
Finally, he reached up, and removed the nosering from his nose.
"Alright. To be fair, I won't use my madougu. We fight as equals."
She smirked at this, but nodded. Domon pulled out another nosering and inserted it into the just
vacated slot. Aki stared.
"I thought you weren't going to use a madougu..?"
"I'm not."
"Then what.."
He smirked. "That's simply a regular nosering. Have to have something there. Bad for my image,
don't you know."
Aki looked surprised, and then smiled. It warmed her face, as it was not a malicious one at all, but
a very cute warm, open smile. Domon looked surprised.
She suddenly launched a attack, hitting Domon squar in the jaw. She sprang back and looked
smug. Then she looked surprised. Then horror crossed her cute face.
Domon stood there. And that was all. No evidence that he'd been hit was on his face. His posture
was unmoved. In fact, it could for all the world appear that nothing had, in fact, happened.
"Damn you," She spat, and struck out again. Her little fist smashed him in the chest, then upper
cut to his large jaw. She stepped back again. Nothing at all.
This isn't good, she thought.
She's gonna hurt herself, Domon thought.
Aki made up her mind. She reached into the pocket of her sailor-styled school uniform, and pulled
two bands out. fastening them to her hands, she glared at him, and said, "Now were even."
Domon shrugged, "As you say," he said.
A voice called from behind him. Domon turned, and saw a girl, about his age approaching. She
had purple hair that spilled out over a white headband, a very rough cut. Her right hand was
encased in a weird piece of jewelry. She was running fast, just now crossing into the lot.
"Stay back, Fuuko. This is my fight," Domon yelled to the new girl, for Fuuko was her name,
Kirisawa Fuuko to be exact, for the author sake, at least.
"But Domon.." Fuuko yelled.
"It's alright, Fuuko.. I got this."
"Idiot," muttered Fuuko, but she stepped back, and leaned against the entrance.
"Wise move, Ishijima Domon. Wouldn't want your girlfriend to get hurt, huh?" Aki said, a
mocking tone.
"Idiot!! Domon's not my boyfriend!! Were just friends!!" Fuuko yelled, her temper flaring again.
Aki laughed, "that what they all say, before they fall in love, have that first date, that romantic
rondeview, that big damned wedding with all the friends, all that!!!" She finished this by yelling
the last.
Fuuko bit back a reply. Aki response stunned her. For a moment, the girl seemed to be litlery
spitting at her, as if she was...
Hey.. that can't be right.
Aki launched another attack as Fuuko was musing, landing a hard thump on Domon's face. He
reeled back, more in surprise then pain. She leaped back, and grinned. Then, she leaped again,
landing a perfect left into his side.
He grunted.
"I think this battle is even, don't you, Domon?"
"Just so. Then, I won't hold back anymore."
She growled, launched another attack. her fist hit his cheek, his just missed her. Another pass,
both missed.
Fuuko, still musing over Aki's strange behavior, stared into space...
Aki launched her attack at the same time Domon launched his. Both connected.
Fuuko let out a gasp.
Domon collapsed. He reached up, caught Aki's still form before it hit the ground. Falling to his
knees, he gently eased her down, until she was laying prone in the springtime grass.
Domon eased back, on hunches, as Fuuko ran up to him.
"Are you alright, Domon?"
"Yeah. She couldn't hurt me, really. No real power to her punch. So, I let her have the best way
out."
"Is that right, Ishijima Domon?" said a new voice.
Both turned, as a new figure suddenly leaped into view. Another girl, this one with long
pinkish-red hair, a tattered t-shirt and jeans covering her.
"Another enemy?" Domon asked tiredly, getting up slowly. Fuuko, too, assumed a defensive
posture.
"Not to-day, Ishijima, Kirisawa," said the girl, whose name was known to both of them as Miki,
though neither had remembered it just yet. She went over to the prone Aki, and gently lifted her
up.
"Big sister Miki..." said Aki in a feeble voice. Miki just shushed her. Then, with a final look at
Fuuko and Domon, she jumped off, onto the wall of the lot, then was gone.
"Well.. that was sure interesting.." Domon said. He sat back on the grass, and wiped a smear of
blood from his lip.
Fuuko turned to him, with her hands on her hips, a smirk on her pretty face.
"I never knew you were such a lady killer, Domon," she said.
"Huh?" he said, "I had no intention of harming her.. you know that."
"That's not what I mean.." she said, giggling.
Domon scratched his head. A sweatdrop appeared on Fuuko's head. She sighed, said:
"Never mind, you stupid oaf. C'mon, let's get the gang together, and tell 'em of this."
"Right."
And off the two took, as two pairs of eyes watched....
END OF PART ONE
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A FLAME OF RECCA FANFIC
BY PAUL D. WRIGHT
Disclaimer: Nothing is owned, everything is assumed.
PART ONE: Is she really going out with him?
A Vacant lot, somewhere in the suburbs of Tokyo. The sun beat down on a scene like all the
scenes seen in this particular lot. A fight was going on. Not a particularly uncommon event, given
one of the participants was one Ishijima Domon, who, it must be said, had a habit of this kind of
thing.
What was surprising was his opponent, a young girl with blue hair, a painfully thin young girl,
who was spitting curses at him and his mohawk.
"Why did you challenge me?" Domon asked, in a voice that assumed much.
"Shut up!! I'll tell you over your dead body!! I, Aki of the Uraha, don't take challenges lightly!!"
"And I do?"
In reply, Aki launched herself at the mohawked one, who stepped aside in one movement. She
stood up, and rushed again, and again Domon stepped by, agilely avoiding her attack despite his
bulk.
Aki stood, glared a deadly glare at the giant, and yelled, "Fight like a man, coward!!"
Domon returned the glare, but said, "I would, but your not a man.."
"So?!?!"
"Look, I defeated you in the UBS.. Why not leave it at that..?"
"Because of that, is why I'm here, Idiot!!"
Domon shut up, stared at her. His expression didn't change, so his inner activities were invisible.
Finally, he reached up, and removed the nosering from his nose.
"Alright. To be fair, I won't use my madougu. We fight as equals."
She smirked at this, but nodded. Domon pulled out another nosering and inserted it into the just
vacated slot. Aki stared.
"I thought you weren't going to use a madougu..?"
"I'm not."
"Then what.."
He smirked. "That's simply a regular nosering. Have to have something there. Bad for my image,
don't you know."
Aki looked surprised, and then smiled. It warmed her face, as it was not a malicious one at all, but
a very cute warm, open smile. Domon looked surprised.
She suddenly launched a attack, hitting Domon squar in the jaw. She sprang back and looked
smug. Then she looked surprised. Then horror crossed her cute face.
Domon stood there. And that was all. No evidence that he'd been hit was on his face. His posture
was unmoved. In fact, it could for all the world appear that nothing had, in fact, happened.
"Damn you," She spat, and struck out again. Her little fist smashed him in the chest, then upper
cut to his large jaw. She stepped back again. Nothing at all.
This isn't good, she thought.
She's gonna hurt herself, Domon thought.
Aki made up her mind. She reached into the pocket of her sailor-styled school uniform, and pulled
two bands out. fastening them to her hands, she glared at him, and said, "Now were even."
Domon shrugged, "As you say," he said.
A voice called from behind him. Domon turned, and saw a girl, about his age approaching. She
had purple hair that spilled out over a white headband, a very rough cut. Her right hand was
encased in a weird piece of jewelry. She was running fast, just now crossing into the lot.
"Stay back, Fuuko. This is my fight," Domon yelled to the new girl, for Fuuko was her name,
Kirisawa Fuuko to be exact, for the author sake, at least.
"But Domon.." Fuuko yelled.
"It's alright, Fuuko.. I got this."
"Idiot," muttered Fuuko, but she stepped back, and leaned against the entrance.
"Wise move, Ishijima Domon. Wouldn't want your girlfriend to get hurt, huh?" Aki said, a
mocking tone.
"Idiot!! Domon's not my boyfriend!! Were just friends!!" Fuuko yelled, her temper flaring again.
Aki laughed, "that what they all say, before they fall in love, have that first date, that romantic
rondeview, that big damned wedding with all the friends, all that!!!" She finished this by yelling
the last.
Fuuko bit back a reply. Aki response stunned her. For a moment, the girl seemed to be litlery
spitting at her, as if she was...
Hey.. that can't be right.
Aki launched another attack as Fuuko was musing, landing a hard thump on Domon's face. He
reeled back, more in surprise then pain. She leaped back, and grinned. Then, she leaped again,
landing a perfect left into his side.
He grunted.
"I think this battle is even, don't you, Domon?"
"Just so. Then, I won't hold back anymore."
She growled, launched another attack. her fist hit his cheek, his just missed her. Another pass,
both missed.
Fuuko, still musing over Aki's strange behavior, stared into space...
Aki launched her attack at the same time Domon launched his. Both connected.
Fuuko let out a gasp.
Domon collapsed. He reached up, caught Aki's still form before it hit the ground. Falling to his
knees, he gently eased her down, until she was laying prone in the springtime grass.
Domon eased back, on hunches, as Fuuko ran up to him.
"Are you alright, Domon?"
"Yeah. She couldn't hurt me, really. No real power to her punch. So, I let her have the best way
out."
"Is that right, Ishijima Domon?" said a new voice.
Both turned, as a new figure suddenly leaped into view. Another girl, this one with long
pinkish-red hair, a tattered t-shirt and jeans covering her.
"Another enemy?" Domon asked tiredly, getting up slowly. Fuuko, too, assumed a defensive
posture.
"Not to-day, Ishijima, Kirisawa," said the girl, whose name was known to both of them as Miki,
though neither had remembered it just yet. She went over to the prone Aki, and gently lifted her
up.
"Big sister Miki..." said Aki in a feeble voice. Miki just shushed her. Then, with a final look at
Fuuko and Domon, she jumped off, onto the wall of the lot, then was gone.
"Well.. that was sure interesting.." Domon said. He sat back on the grass, and wiped a smear of
blood from his lip.
Fuuko turned to him, with her hands on her hips, a smirk on her pretty face.
"I never knew you were such a lady killer, Domon," she said.
"Huh?" he said, "I had no intention of harming her.. you know that."
"That's not what I mean.." she said, giggling.
Domon scratched his head. A sweatdrop appeared on Fuuko's head. She sighed, said:
"Never mind, you stupid oaf. C'mon, let's get the gang together, and tell 'em of this."
"Right."
And off the two took, as two pairs of eyes watched....
END OF PART ONE
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