DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I don't own any of these brilliant characters or
the storyline. It all belongs to Hiroaki Samura.sob!
So please don't sue me!
Hey! Ok, for starters I just can't seem to find many Blade of the Immortal
fics, so surprise! I'd thought I'd try writing one, only just to be awkward
and over-ambitious I'm pairing Rin with someone else, for all those get-
together-fic fans!
Starts off, following the comic book series: "Cry of the worm" but then it
splits off into my stuff! , so don't shout at me please!!
The Itto-Ryu swordsman turned on his heel as he heard the young girl call to him. The other men watched in curiosity as she dropped to her knees before them, although it was obvious to any passer-by that the youth was keeping her distance, and had no intension of getting any closer to the dangerous looking warriors. Magatsu stared in surprise. The girl knelt in the middle of the crowded street, a stray lock of dark hair escaping the protection of the cloth that hid her kimono. " I, I, that" she stuttered nervously. The warriors turned fully to face her, one glancing up at Magatsu, trying to guess his reaction. There were many people milling about and some hurrying to their destinations, and some just enjoying the afternoon, inspecting trinkets and gadgets on the market.
The boys from the Itto-ryu served as quite a distraction to the many that had worked all through the day and had earned almost enough to be able to treat themselves to a warabi cake and maybe some tea. Needless to say that there were plenty of busy individuals around to fill the afternoon with the many sounds of a town hard at work, but it seemed to be silent for just a few seconds that seemed to last forever as they waited for the youth to state her business.
Suddenly she realised that her shawl was slipping and panic-stricken grabbed at it furiously, pulling it down around her face defensively. She kept her head down secretively.
"Samurai, please sell me that sword!!" she shouted abruptly.
They just stared.
The girl seemed to become more and more uncomfortable by the second. Her body language seemed to scream that drawing attention to herself had been a mistake, and would give anything to travel back in time, where she would let the moment pass and watch the three men walk out of her life with no regrets. But there had not been a choice for Rin.
At sixteen, she liked to think that she was learning and becoming wise, especially with all the pain and lust for blood that she would encounter too much for her liking. But it had to be accepted that this was life for the moment. Maybe she could run away, far away where people lived in peace and there was no killing in cold blood, and no revenge, no pain. But she wiped that notion from her mind miserably. She was already in far too deep to try to climb back out and start again. Simply walking away was no longer an option. Rin wondered how she had got herself into this mad cycle of revenge. But when she thought briefly back to being in the sword polishers, feeling the emotions rush through her like wildfire when he stepped through the doorway, like a demon determined never to let her put her parent's death behind her. Tormenting her with painful memories.
"I will pay.I can pay thirty ryo" she said shakily.
Him, she thought. He was there that night, as well as Anotsu and the others. The minute he had appeared in the small building without warning, without a sound, demanding to know what she was doing with his sword. She was scared at first. Then the sword polisher had snatched it away from her, handed it back to the owner with a nervous laugh, telling Magatsu that she was interested in swords and meant no harm. He apologised as Magatsu inspected his weapon thoroughly. He praised the man's work and left.
Right there. That was the moment when it all happened. Rin's legs seemed to move without command, and she found herself sprinting to catch up with the warrior. Anger overpowered her and she called after him, determined to bring the murdering scum to justice. And that had brought her here; her courage and anger had suddenly abandoned her just when she needed it the most. The fire that had ignited in her soul died the moment his eyes found hers. She could see it all come flooding back to her, the parts that adrenaline had cancelled out, the part where she had to watch her mother's rape and death and could not do a single thing about it, the part where she was powerless against them all. The part where her death could come swiftly if he realised who she was. She pulled her hood further down over her eyes, as he continued to scrutinize her with his dark gaze. Unable to take any more, "Please sir I beg you" she pleaded, wanting to end this as quickly as possible, no longer concerned for justice. You couldn't get revenge if you were dead. His hand reached down to the beautiful Chinese sword on his belt. He held it out as if showing it to her. The young swordsman studied her for a minute before averting his gaze to the unusual weapon he now held in his hands.
"I'm not a samurai" he said in an emotionless tone, "I'm just a kenshi"
The other Itto-Ryu men shifted their weight impatiently in the busy street. Rin stared at the ground, feeling helpless and weak. She shuddered at the thought that she could do nothing should he guess her true identity. She waited agonisingly for him to speak again, digging her fingernails in into the dusty earth nervously.
She jumped when his rough voice cut through the silence, but this time it was different. His voice was laced with curiosity and something else that she couldn't quite place.
"Young woman" he started, deliberately drawing out each word, almost as if he knew what affect the cruel tone was having on her. "Have you ever heard a Dojo that used to be in the Honsho district.?"
Rin froze, beads of perspiration gathering on her forehead.
"The.. Asano dojo" he glared at her expectantly.
'He knows' She thought horrified 'Oh god, what am I going to do' If he knows why aren't I dead, He can't be sure, yeah that's it, act as if you've never heard of the place'
"Y..Yes" she squeaked, while her mind screamed at her. "Oh great, nice going Rin! You're well and truly screwed now"! She waited for the sword she had been bargaining for to be drawn and end everything, but instead nothing came. When she looked up hesitantly he was merely gazing at her thoughtfully, but nevertheless there was a certain something in his expression and tone that was unmistakable. It was as if the Kenshi was testing her and definitely as though he suspected.
"We've been searching high and low for the only daughter of the head of that Dojo. She's gone missing." Rin was silent.
Magatsu sent her a piercing glare, she imagined that he was waiting for her to panic and run, but she stayed. Finally the young man seemed to grow bored of waiting for a reaction and relaxed his stance somewhat. The all too familiar sword was resting on the ground with his arm leaning on the top like a walking stick. "I won't sell this sword, not for all the money you can offer." He said flatly. "I can't tell you where I got it, but it's a kind of.trophy of war."
Rin nearly choked. 'Yeah sure, I know where you got it, and you know that I know, and we both know that this is just a sick little game to you' she thought angrily. Her thoughts were interrupted though when he continued in a slightly curious tone yet again.
"But, if you can tell me where to find that girl.if you can do that.." He paused.
"Then.I just might consider selling it." There was that expectant silence once again, but Rin was too overcome by fear and conflicted on what to do at that precise moment. Could she make up a story about seeing the missing girl, would they fall for that? Just walk away? Say something!! Say nothing?
"Well"?
The first chapter yay! .please, please review, I'd love to know what you guys think. Shall I go on?
The Itto-Ryu swordsman turned on his heel as he heard the young girl call to him. The other men watched in curiosity as she dropped to her knees before them, although it was obvious to any passer-by that the youth was keeping her distance, and had no intension of getting any closer to the dangerous looking warriors. Magatsu stared in surprise. The girl knelt in the middle of the crowded street, a stray lock of dark hair escaping the protection of the cloth that hid her kimono. " I, I, that" she stuttered nervously. The warriors turned fully to face her, one glancing up at Magatsu, trying to guess his reaction. There were many people milling about and some hurrying to their destinations, and some just enjoying the afternoon, inspecting trinkets and gadgets on the market.
The boys from the Itto-ryu served as quite a distraction to the many that had worked all through the day and had earned almost enough to be able to treat themselves to a warabi cake and maybe some tea. Needless to say that there were plenty of busy individuals around to fill the afternoon with the many sounds of a town hard at work, but it seemed to be silent for just a few seconds that seemed to last forever as they waited for the youth to state her business.
Suddenly she realised that her shawl was slipping and panic-stricken grabbed at it furiously, pulling it down around her face defensively. She kept her head down secretively.
"Samurai, please sell me that sword!!" she shouted abruptly.
They just stared.
The girl seemed to become more and more uncomfortable by the second. Her body language seemed to scream that drawing attention to herself had been a mistake, and would give anything to travel back in time, where she would let the moment pass and watch the three men walk out of her life with no regrets. But there had not been a choice for Rin.
At sixteen, she liked to think that she was learning and becoming wise, especially with all the pain and lust for blood that she would encounter too much for her liking. But it had to be accepted that this was life for the moment. Maybe she could run away, far away where people lived in peace and there was no killing in cold blood, and no revenge, no pain. But she wiped that notion from her mind miserably. She was already in far too deep to try to climb back out and start again. Simply walking away was no longer an option. Rin wondered how she had got herself into this mad cycle of revenge. But when she thought briefly back to being in the sword polishers, feeling the emotions rush through her like wildfire when he stepped through the doorway, like a demon determined never to let her put her parent's death behind her. Tormenting her with painful memories.
"I will pay.I can pay thirty ryo" she said shakily.
Him, she thought. He was there that night, as well as Anotsu and the others. The minute he had appeared in the small building without warning, without a sound, demanding to know what she was doing with his sword. She was scared at first. Then the sword polisher had snatched it away from her, handed it back to the owner with a nervous laugh, telling Magatsu that she was interested in swords and meant no harm. He apologised as Magatsu inspected his weapon thoroughly. He praised the man's work and left.
Right there. That was the moment when it all happened. Rin's legs seemed to move without command, and she found herself sprinting to catch up with the warrior. Anger overpowered her and she called after him, determined to bring the murdering scum to justice. And that had brought her here; her courage and anger had suddenly abandoned her just when she needed it the most. The fire that had ignited in her soul died the moment his eyes found hers. She could see it all come flooding back to her, the parts that adrenaline had cancelled out, the part where she had to watch her mother's rape and death and could not do a single thing about it, the part where she was powerless against them all. The part where her death could come swiftly if he realised who she was. She pulled her hood further down over her eyes, as he continued to scrutinize her with his dark gaze. Unable to take any more, "Please sir I beg you" she pleaded, wanting to end this as quickly as possible, no longer concerned for justice. You couldn't get revenge if you were dead. His hand reached down to the beautiful Chinese sword on his belt. He held it out as if showing it to her. The young swordsman studied her for a minute before averting his gaze to the unusual weapon he now held in his hands.
"I'm not a samurai" he said in an emotionless tone, "I'm just a kenshi"
The other Itto-Ryu men shifted their weight impatiently in the busy street. Rin stared at the ground, feeling helpless and weak. She shuddered at the thought that she could do nothing should he guess her true identity. She waited agonisingly for him to speak again, digging her fingernails in into the dusty earth nervously.
She jumped when his rough voice cut through the silence, but this time it was different. His voice was laced with curiosity and something else that she couldn't quite place.
"Young woman" he started, deliberately drawing out each word, almost as if he knew what affect the cruel tone was having on her. "Have you ever heard a Dojo that used to be in the Honsho district.?"
Rin froze, beads of perspiration gathering on her forehead.
"The.. Asano dojo" he glared at her expectantly.
'He knows' She thought horrified 'Oh god, what am I going to do' If he knows why aren't I dead, He can't be sure, yeah that's it, act as if you've never heard of the place'
"Y..Yes" she squeaked, while her mind screamed at her. "Oh great, nice going Rin! You're well and truly screwed now"! She waited for the sword she had been bargaining for to be drawn and end everything, but instead nothing came. When she looked up hesitantly he was merely gazing at her thoughtfully, but nevertheless there was a certain something in his expression and tone that was unmistakable. It was as if the Kenshi was testing her and definitely as though he suspected.
"We've been searching high and low for the only daughter of the head of that Dojo. She's gone missing." Rin was silent.
Magatsu sent her a piercing glare, she imagined that he was waiting for her to panic and run, but she stayed. Finally the young man seemed to grow bored of waiting for a reaction and relaxed his stance somewhat. The all too familiar sword was resting on the ground with his arm leaning on the top like a walking stick. "I won't sell this sword, not for all the money you can offer." He said flatly. "I can't tell you where I got it, but it's a kind of.trophy of war."
Rin nearly choked. 'Yeah sure, I know where you got it, and you know that I know, and we both know that this is just a sick little game to you' she thought angrily. Her thoughts were interrupted though when he continued in a slightly curious tone yet again.
"But, if you can tell me where to find that girl.if you can do that.." He paused.
"Then.I just might consider selling it." There was that expectant silence once again, but Rin was too overcome by fear and conflicted on what to do at that precise moment. Could she make up a story about seeing the missing girl, would they fall for that? Just walk away? Say something!! Say nothing?
"Well"?
The first chapter yay! .please, please review, I'd love to know what you guys think. Shall I go on?