Bloody Roar: The Flame
*I don't own any of the BR characters. Kane Darkholm is my own creation. *
Chapter 1: The sword of Masamune
Uriko walked steadily towards the doors of her school. She couldn't wait to get outside and see Kenji. Today they were headed to a fair with a new student from America, Kane Darkholm. She emerged, having to shield her eyes from the early springtime sun. She spotted Kenji sitting near the flower garden.
"Hey Kenji!" Uriko called out to her "friend". Kenji looked up and acknowledged her presence, as Uriko looked up into a nearby tree, seeing a young, red haired man. "Hey Kane, you coming too?"
Kane was usually laid back and relaxed, but many people were afraid of him. He likes to keep to himself, an rarely spoke to anyone. He was a zoanthrope as well, and the raven was his beast form.
"Yeah, I just need to stop by my house first."
"Okay, me and Kenji will go with you!"
Kenji and Uriko followed Kane to his home. He asked them to stay in his room as he went to check in. They looked around at his impressive sword collection until Kane came back
"Have a thing for sharp things, don't you?" Uriko asked
"Yeah," Kane replied walking towards a diamond case. Inside it held a single, curved blade, approximately six feet in length. "This," he said, "is the pride of my collection. A blade forged by Masamune himself."
Uriko scratched her head, as Kenji looked on, impressed by the sword. "So umm, are we taking Kenji's car to the festival?"
"No," Kane said leading them outside, "we're taking mine." A sleek black limousine pulled up. This time it was Uriko's turn to be impressed.
The ride was quit, with Uriko sitting close to Kenji. Kane remained silent, until Uriko noticed his discomfort. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was a loner, even more so than Kenji. But Kenji always had her, while Kane was always alone. She whispered in Kenji's ear, and slid away.
"Don't," Kane said, "I've accepted my loneliness. This is your night, after all."
The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful as they pulled up to the fairgrounds. Uriko dragged Kenji on all the rides, while Kane sat back, and kept to himself. When the fair closed, Kane's driver returned him home.
"I can have my driver take you home to." He offered.
"No," Uriko said, "It's a nice night for a walk."
Uriko and Kenji and walked towards her home, hand in hand. "Kenji, I'm worried."
"About what?" he asked.
"Kane. You ever notice the way he looks at us, when we're together?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't worry about it. Kane's a good man."
"If you say so.we're here."
"Good night, Riko."
"You know, Yugo and Alice are still in America with Gado," She said coyly leading Kenji to her house. She lay Kenji on her bed and stripped off his shirt. She giggled as she took hers off and laid down to kiss him, as their lips met, Kenji pushed her off.
"Someone's out there." He said..
Chapter 1: The sword of Masamune
Uriko walked steadily towards the doors of her school. She couldn't wait to get outside and see Kenji. Today they were headed to a fair with a new student from America, Kane Darkholm. She emerged, having to shield her eyes from the early springtime sun. She spotted Kenji sitting near the flower garden.
"Hey Kenji!" Uriko called out to her "friend". Kenji looked up and acknowledged her presence, as Uriko looked up into a nearby tree, seeing a young, red haired man. "Hey Kane, you coming too?"
Kane was usually laid back and relaxed, but many people were afraid of him. He likes to keep to himself, an rarely spoke to anyone. He was a zoanthrope as well, and the raven was his beast form.
"Yeah, I just need to stop by my house first."
"Okay, me and Kenji will go with you!"
Kenji and Uriko followed Kane to his home. He asked them to stay in his room as he went to check in. They looked around at his impressive sword collection until Kane came back
"Have a thing for sharp things, don't you?" Uriko asked
"Yeah," Kane replied walking towards a diamond case. Inside it held a single, curved blade, approximately six feet in length. "This," he said, "is the pride of my collection. A blade forged by Masamune himself."
Uriko scratched her head, as Kenji looked on, impressed by the sword. "So umm, are we taking Kenji's car to the festival?"
"No," Kane said leading them outside, "we're taking mine." A sleek black limousine pulled up. This time it was Uriko's turn to be impressed.
The ride was quit, with Uriko sitting close to Kenji. Kane remained silent, until Uriko noticed his discomfort. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was a loner, even more so than Kenji. But Kenji always had her, while Kane was always alone. She whispered in Kenji's ear, and slid away.
"Don't," Kane said, "I've accepted my loneliness. This is your night, after all."
The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful as they pulled up to the fairgrounds. Uriko dragged Kenji on all the rides, while Kane sat back, and kept to himself. When the fair closed, Kane's driver returned him home.
"I can have my driver take you home to." He offered.
"No," Uriko said, "It's a nice night for a walk."
Uriko and Kenji and walked towards her home, hand in hand. "Kenji, I'm worried."
"About what?" he asked.
"Kane. You ever notice the way he looks at us, when we're together?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't worry about it. Kane's a good man."
"If you say so.we're here."
"Good night, Riko."
"You know, Yugo and Alice are still in America with Gado," She said coyly leading Kenji to her house. She lay Kenji on her bed and stripped off his shirt. She giggled as she took hers off and laid down to kiss him, as their lips met, Kenji pushed her off.
"Someone's out there." He said..