Summary: He "rescued" her, told a lie or two, and now there's no way out! (Ban/Kag)
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
My Banryuu (Two)
"No amount of careful planning will ever replace dumb luck."
Chapter 1: A Day
It was a day, and he was walking. He tended to do quite a bit of that these days, the whole "walking" thing.
At first he'd found it dull, all the walking. It wasn't as though he was going anywhere in particular on this far-too-average day. He was walking. He would eventually stop, and then he would eat. Then he would sleep, and it would be a day. Again.
Ah, yes. What a fulfilling life he led.
Other men must envy him, when they saw him there, walking. All alone. In silence. When he passed them, he heard their urgent whispers.
"What a lucky man that is."
"Nothing to tie him down…"
"Not a care in the world!"
"She looks like she needs a man."
"That is a huge-ass sword."
Needless to say, at least one of the urgent whisperers had discovered that, contrary to popular belief, he did not need a head.
That encounter still made him smirk.
It was one of many that had ended with heads rolling. He liked rolling heads. They were so fascinating to him. They rolled. And they were heads. No doubt rolling heads were the secret meaning of life. As he saw it, he was doing his duty to society by freeing the heads from the useless bodies that bound them to this pitiful existence, ultimately granting them redemption that they might roll for all eternity and…
Ah, who was he kidding? He just liked killing people.
It was one of the simple pleasures in life, watching things end and knowing that your existence would carry on so that you could walk on days.
And walk.
And walk some more.
And then maybe… walk a bit longer.
It was a day, and he liked to walk.
He'd been doing it for quite a while, walking. Quite a while. He wasn't sure how long "quite a while" was, though. All he knew was that all of his most recent memories were walking-centric.
It was on A Night that he realized something as he spoke with his beloved baby: he was quite lonely. He was talking to a sword. An inanimate sword. Like it was a lover. Given, it was a particularly large sword and probably weighed more than a lover might; however, he wanted some real back-and forth dialogue.
And with that realization came a new purpose: he would find some sort of witch to turn his sword into a girl. Or… maybe a sword/girl. That would be pretty cool. That way, when he was lonely at night, he had a girl, but when he had to roll heads come day, he had a sword. That would be ideal. Two companions for the cost of one: half girl (or boy, he really had no preference), half sword.
And her name would be Banryuu!
…or maybe that was a bit too weird. He tried to think of what it might feel like to be with a girl who was half-sword and all he could think of was pain. Much pain and anguish. And scarring in places he'd rather not think about. Horrible scarring.
So maybe the girl/sword hybrid wasn't the best idea. He sighed. He'd just have to settle for a purebred. He glanced over at his baby. Girl, that is
It was a day again and again and again, and just when he'd nearly forgotten his epiphany (but not the sword/girl. Never the sword/girl) fate threw a companion in his face.
Well, actually, his new companion threw herself in his face. Quite literally. She ran into him headfirst while yelling something along the lines of, "Inuyasha, you jerk!" She hit him so hard that she knocked herself down, and by the time she looked to see what devilishly attractive and stunningly cunning individual she had just whacked, he was gone.
He hadn't really paying attention to her words or to her face or much of anything else, though she did look vaguely familiar. She had now, and forever more, been branded "Banryuu Two."
And so he followed his beloved Second Banryuu, watching, waiting. His time would come.
It was a day several times before it did. She was alone—silly Banryuu Two—and it was near dark. She was headed back to her (former) companions after a bath when out of nowhere, the demon came.
He tried to act surprised. After all, he certainly had nothing to do with its presence. Nothing at all. Not like he'd lured it there in any way, shape or form.
…at all.
Banryuu Two tried to run, but the demon was too fast. He had hand-selected it for its quickness. Er… had he hand selected it, its quickness would have been his reason.
Now Banryuu Two was resorting to another technique: screaming for help. Oh, how he wanted to go and assist her! But he couldn't. This had to look real.
Because it was. Of course it was real.
Desperate, Banryuu Two resorted to throwing rocks. The demon deflected them. She was clearly panicking now, out of options.
The demon advanced on her slowly, ready for the kill…
And that was his cue to appear, kill the beast, and claim his brand new companion, which he did promptly.
All had gone according to plan. He smirked. Now to turn around and face Banryuu Two, who took one look at his face and whispered,
"Bankotsu?"
And suddenly, he knew exactly why she looked familiar, and the thought that filled his mind was something along the lines of, "Fuck."
CY: I found this pairing a week or two ago, and it has become an obsession. There goes my free time…
Please let me know what you think of the fic! It kind of came out of nowhere and hit me square in the face while I was trying to write an essay, so I'm not sure what I think myself.
