The Battousi from Europe
I have finally started a fic that has something to do with my name. What all of you die-hard fans have been waiting for. RoomisemptyDamn, must be in the wrong room… Anyway, what few fans I do have, you have finally got a Kenshin fic to read. I hope you enjoy!
Rurouni-Sano
Disclaimer: I am a man of few possessions, but unfortunately, the Kenshin-gumi isn't one of them…
Chapter One: The Slayer Arrives
After the Meiji Era, after the defeat of Shishio, a lone warrior in Europe decided to travel to Japan, for reasons unknown, even to himself, at the time of his arrival. He was pretty young still, thirty winters, and was already an accomplished warrior. He had blue eyes and blonde hair, and now had dark stubble of a beard. He also had a few principles that he lived by. One of them was that those who did not use their own skills were weak.
Back in his homeland, Poland to be precise, he had heard rumors of a manslayer in Japan, who had killed many at half his age and many more before he had turned twenty. He did not believe these tales to be true, and decided to travel to the foreign country himself to find out more. He used his earnings to fund the trip, and was soon on his way.
During the trip, he had picked up a little bit of Japanese, and got sick a lot. To pass the time, he listened to the strange tongue between the times he hurled over the side of the boat.
The journey to this foreign land had been long and uneventful. By the time the European warrior had arrived, he was restless, and his blood was boiling.
Carefully, he stepped off of the ramp, and looked around. "None of those bastards around here. At least I can get off that damn boat and ease my stomach… Curse he who came up with the idea of sea-travel." He placed a hand on his long sword, a habit that was hard to break, even after a year of peace…
He walked around for a while, ignoring the stares that his curious weapon and armor were attracting. Finally, he came up to a place that smelled like beef. He walked in without removing his boots, which earned him many glares, and placed himself at an empty place. He sat down, not in the traditional Japanese style, but with one leg up, and the other on the ground, both bent the same way.
"Sir," A young girl, apparently a servant, came up to him. "Please, remove your boots outside."
"Get me some beef stew," the warrior said gruffly in crude Japanese, throwing a small bag of gold coins on the table. The girl bowed, and ran off.
Shortly, a few men walked up to his spot. The one that stood in the front said in English, "Sir, it is our custom to remove our shoes outside buildings. Please, go outside and remove your boots."
"It may be yours, but it is not mine." The warrior spoke in a way that patronized the Japanese traditions and way of life.
"Sir, please, we do not wish to use force on new comers."
"Deal with it."
"All right, you leave us no choice to defeat you, and defend our customs."
"I have no business with you." And for the first time, he looked up at the men around him. He saw, in the folds of a few of their robes, or whatever they called their clothes, were guns. Then in English, he sneered, "Actually, I do have some business with a few of you. Those of you that have guns," Then, he raised his voice. "And all of you other weaklings that carry guns!"
In a nearby corner, Kenshin, Karou, Sanosuke, Yahiko, and Magumi had seen all that had happened, and had heard his comments.
"We should kill him," Yahiko said, clenching his fist.
"Now, now, Little Yahiko, killing is not the way to settle disputes," Kenshin said, waving a hand. Then, there was a sudden scream of pain, and several pairs of feet trying to run out. Apparently, the warrior had stabbed a man with a carefully aimed dagger. "However, it seems that this individual believes that it does settle things properly." Kenshin turned serious, and along with Sano walked towards him. The warrior stood up, and saw the pair walking towards him. The warrior drew his sword, and felled another man. He ran outside, and challenged all those with guns. By this time, however, the police had arrived and had Akabeko surrounded.
"Drop your weapon, Englishman. We have you surrounded." A translator yelled out, apparently under the discretion of the police chief.
"It is as I thought," Kenshin said, more to himself than anything. "I wonder…."
"What is it, Kenshin?" Karou asked.
"It is nothing, Karou-Dono. Please, go back inside." Karou nodded, and walked back inside. Kenshin walked toward the police chief followed by Sanosuke. "Sir, allow this one to handle this."
"Forget it, Kenshin, I can handle this guy, no problem," Sano said, and walked towards the foreigner. The Englishman took it that it was the sign of a challenge, and drew his sword. He also looked past Sano and saw Kenshin.
"Red hair…" he muttered, "And a cross shaped scar on his cheek… It's him…"
Well, what do you think? Please, tell me your comments, for good or evil. Speaking of which, who does this Englishman think he is? Who does Kenshin think the Englishman is? Find out next time in The Battousai from Europe!
