Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. *looks around* Does anyone actually sue around here?
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Prologue
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The dark alleyway was eerily silent. The stars of night were unseen, their twinkling faces hidden behind black clouds. Suddenly, two men turned the corner, their quick steps breaking the oppressive stillness. Blue haori's swirled behind them as fleeting glimpses of white trailed on their flapping sleeves. As abruptly as they appeared, the men halted in the alley.
A small dark figure stood several steps before them.
"Name yourself!" one of the men demanded, taking several steps back. His hand sprang expertly to the katana at his waist. The other man proceeded to do the same.
"I will deliver tenchu," the figure stated evenly.
Then, in a burst of speed, it sprang forward. Before the first man could draw his sword, a great arc of blue flashed before his eyes. ...Not only blue, it seemed to the man. A glint of red. Red hair perhaps -- no, it was only his own blood. A spray of scarlet splashed into the air as the man thudded to the ground.
His eyes wide in shock, the second man stepped backwards. But the shadowed figure was too quick, and the man's half drawn katana was useless as the figure rushed in and sprang up before him. As a katana arched downward toward the man's shoulder, the dark figure's face passed in front of him. A glimpse of a cross passed before his eyes. A scar? But no matter. In a split second, the man was face down on the ground beside his comrade, a deep crimson stain slowly spreading on his blue haori.
The dark alley was again eerily silent as the figure walked slowly, purposefully, away from the stench of blood that remained behind.
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The Ishin Shishi's would declare that they were delivering heaven's judgement or 'tenchu' to their victims.
It was considered samurai etiquette to name yourself and your technique before a battle. (Therefore the "Name yourself!")
A haori is a sort of Japanese half-cloak. (You know, like the shinsengumi uniform) (hint hint ^_^)
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Prologue
* * *
The dark alleyway was eerily silent. The stars of night were unseen, their twinkling faces hidden behind black clouds. Suddenly, two men turned the corner, their quick steps breaking the oppressive stillness. Blue haori's swirled behind them as fleeting glimpses of white trailed on their flapping sleeves. As abruptly as they appeared, the men halted in the alley.
A small dark figure stood several steps before them.
"Name yourself!" one of the men demanded, taking several steps back. His hand sprang expertly to the katana at his waist. The other man proceeded to do the same.
"I will deliver tenchu," the figure stated evenly.
Then, in a burst of speed, it sprang forward. Before the first man could draw his sword, a great arc of blue flashed before his eyes. ...Not only blue, it seemed to the man. A glint of red. Red hair perhaps -- no, it was only his own blood. A spray of scarlet splashed into the air as the man thudded to the ground.
His eyes wide in shock, the second man stepped backwards. But the shadowed figure was too quick, and the man's half drawn katana was useless as the figure rushed in and sprang up before him. As a katana arched downward toward the man's shoulder, the dark figure's face passed in front of him. A glimpse of a cross passed before his eyes. A scar? But no matter. In a split second, the man was face down on the ground beside his comrade, a deep crimson stain slowly spreading on his blue haori.
The dark alley was again eerily silent as the figure walked slowly, purposefully, away from the stench of blood that remained behind.
* * *
The Ishin Shishi's would declare that they were delivering heaven's judgement or 'tenchu' to their victims.
It was considered samurai etiquette to name yourself and your technique before a battle. (Therefore the "Name yourself!")
A haori is a sort of Japanese half-cloak. (You know, like the shinsengumi uniform) (hint hint ^_^)
