Authors beginning note:Yes, all rights reserved to whoever brought Kenshin, the trust &
betrayl ova's and Hamtaro to US shores. All of these anime productions sure as
hell do kick ass and while I wish I did own them, I do not. In other words DONT SUE me,
it's not like I have that much money anyway..-_-
Also, dont complain to me about if the Ham ham's act out of character or
you dont agree with my cast line up, because thats your problem. Now..on with the
story!
It was a dark summer night, the harvest moon could be seen in the sky, casting it's
luminous aura toward the vast countryside below. Crickets chirped in perfect harmony
with the numerous other nocturnal beings of the night as a figure walked through a
leave covered forest path, clutching a white clay jar at his side, filled to the brim with
sake. The figure wore a strange distinct mantle over his shoulder, complete with a long flowing
white cape, which reached the forest floor, dragging slightly without him realizing.
The figure himself possessed deep brown eyes, equivalent to that of two almonds.
The figure totaled in at a reasonably tall 10.5 centimeters and had large ears, slightly in
the shape of that of a rabbit's. A long sword was sheathed at the figure's side, slightly
hidden beneath his cloak.. "Hmmmm..almonds that..sounds preety..damn..good..!!!" The
figure swooned as he staggered to his left suddenly, hitting a nearby tree trunk.
"Shit..!.." He staggered about more, holding his paws over his mouth, kneeling by a nearby
creek as he vomited from his current state of slight intoxication. Maxwell had indeed drank
too much sake earlier in the evening, and now into the twilight of the night, he was really
regretting it. After a few minutes of moaning, holding his head in intense drinking induced
headaches, and more moaning, Maxwell, famed master of the sword and teacher of the Ham-Hiten
Mitsurugi Ryu sword fighting style got his bearings together and got back on the trail he had
been going down for the past two hours. As the now sobering up Maxwell walked
down the path, he came to a startling conclusion also-he was lost.
The moon's comforting glow shimmered on through the night, as if oblivious to the
horrible events at hand before it. A large red wagon was being pulled by two guinea pigs.
Two rabbits with scarfs around their necks sat up at the top of the wagon, one clutching a
whip firmly in paw, slashing it forward in different motions, as groans of anguished pain
were soon answered as echoes. Hamsters walked along the wagon. These hamsters were to be
transferred to the east(because the author is too uncreative to think up a more original
location) and sold through the slave trade, though why anyone would really want to use
hamster's for slave labor is quite pointless when you really consider all the other possible
candidates. But we will just forget this rather minor plot hole, because it's preety
irrelevant. Among these hamsters being sold through the slave trade, was one small hamster.
He smiled serenely, as a taller, more older hamster then himself turned briefly to return
the glance, a white hamster with several ribbons in her fur. The younger hamster, probably
the only child among the group of slaves was white also, but poseased dark black splotches on
his fur, giving him a slightly unique appearance. He nibbled on a small sunflower seed he had
found earlier on the road, though he had been warned about eating strange objects, he was
preety sure this sunflower was safe to eat. He was starving anyway, this was the first
meal he had eaten in days.
Maxwell was horribly lost. This kind of thing was not suppose to happen to a
celebrated master of the Ham-hiten mitsurugi ryu, now was it?! WAS IT?! NO! Maxwell
sniffled quietly, tears of self pity beginning to form in his eyes. "What would the
others back home-oh wait..I don't have a home..or family.." Maxwell stuttered slightly, some
of the sake's intoxication still not worn off. He smacked his head slightly with his paw,
staggering forward but pressing on. Even though he had no idea where he was headed..
Back on the slave road, several figures rustled through the high grass, gripping drawn
knives in each of their paws. Suddenly one of the small figures skittered forward through the
tall grass on all fours, before leaping up into the air, aiming his paw back in the same motion,
pitching it into of the rabbit slave trader's skull. With his other paw, he sent the remaining
knife off into a course toward the remaining slave trader. This time however the slave trader
ducked his head swiftly, avoiding his death for a brief fraction of a second, only for the knife
to somehow navigate around the back of the trader's head and crashing through the back of his
skull. The assassin let out an amused laugh, signaling more of his gerbil comrades to leap from
their nearby hiding places, right in front of the crowd of confused hamsters. The gerbils
blinked, glanced at each for several seconds, then looked back at the crowd of hamsters, who
before their trader's untimely and unplanned fates were destined to be sent off as slaves.
One of the gerbils leaped forward, unsheathing a rapier from his belt, slashing it across the
throat of a young orange female hamster. As she fell, her severed blood rose into the air,
as some type of horrible sign of the fate that awaited the remaining hamster slaves.
"NOOOO SANDY!!!!" screamed the young white hamster with black splotches, his eyes widening
and trembling at the same moment suddenly as another gerbil slashed through a male hamster,
slightly similar in color to the young hamster, except for that he had grey splotches as
opposed to the young hamster's black splotches and this hamster was larger. "OXNARD!!!!!"
The terrified young hamster squeaked loudly as he fell over on the ground, pushed down by
several fleeing hamsters ,who soon suffered a bloody fate much similar to that of Oxnard and
Sandy. The young hamster reached down for a sword that had been dropped a few minutes ago
from one of the slave hamsters, who had been plotting to kill the slave traders at the last
minute and free everyone. Oh well. No such luck now. The hamster was only pushed back however
as the white, older hamster, wearing ribbons, shielded him. She suddenly matched his glance
with his, seeming to know that her own death was soon to occur. "Pinta..you must..live our fate
has been decided tonight, but for the memories of the rest of us you must survive and liv---"
The hamster was cut off, mid sentence as one of the gerbil assasins picked her by one of her
ribbons, switching his paws suddenly, now holding her up painfully by the neck. The white
hamster looked back toward the young hamster, her eyes reflecting a terrified, sad glare.
She blinked a final time as the gerbil thrust his sword through her throat, releasing his grip
afterwards as the female hamster's lifeless body fell to the ground. "..Bijou.." Muttered the
young hamster, his eyes unblinking.
"The world is a diseased world, infected by an incurable disease. This disease cannot be
cured even by the most powerful of ham this disease creates terrors which arouses fear greater
then that of death this..this this..disease *HIC*.." Over the course of the last five minutes,
Maxwell had once again retreated to his great jar of sake for the answers to his problems.
While, it did not really answer his questions, it did redirect Maxwell's attention away from
the fact that he was lost to the state of the world. This world needed someone pure of heart,
someone who could save this world, someone he could pass the Ham-Hiten mitsurugi ryu style to.
Maxwell blinked suddenly, his head had a slight tingling sensation also that pulsed through it
horribly. The hamster caught something with his large rabbit like ears that immediately
caught his attention; the sound of a ham-ham in distress!
The young hamster was cornered by four of the gerbil assasins. He looked
forward, curling up into a ball, like any frightened hamster would do given the situation.
However, as he prepared for his death, the sound of a slash pierced his small ears, as all
four of the gerbils fell over, blood erupting from strange wounds in their chests. The
remaining gerbils turned to see their fallen partner's assailant. "Who the hell are you?!"
One of the gerbils spoke out, glaring at the hamster, Maxwell. Maxell walked forward, trying
his hardest to look like his usual intimidating self and to hide his still present drunken
state. "You need not know my name, for you wont be alive long enough to remember it" he
spoke out, in his deepest and coldest possible voice as he glared forward at the remaining
gerbils. "Hey wait, I remember you! Your that hamster that got piss drunk at the pub the
other night and stripped on the counters while customers paid to watch more!" The gerbil
fell over with laughter, which greatly angered Maxwell. "Oh screw you..that was not
my fault!!!" Suddenly Maxwell slashed forward in about a total of four well timed slashes,
causing the gerbil to fall over, slashed into three separate pieces. Maxwell turned to
the remaing, now horrified gerbils, his expression quite serious as he gripped his sword
firmly, ready to finish the remaining assasins.
The young hamster looked up as a shower of blood rose once again, this time however,
it was the gerbil's split blood. Maxwell turned his glance toward the frightened young
hamster as he sheathed his sword. "Consider it fate that I happened to stumble upon this
path young ham-ham, your family has been avenged on this night. Even though you harbor hatred
toward their murderers, you must not seek revenge. You must live on for your family..and
*HIC* goddamn it boy what..time is it?" The young hamster blinked several times before answering.
"I..don't know..". But before Maxwell could of possibly heard the young hamsters answer to
his previous question, he noticed Maxwell was passed out on the ground, a puddle of
drool forming under his mouth.
betrayl ova's and Hamtaro to US shores. All of these anime productions sure as
hell do kick ass and while I wish I did own them, I do not. In other words DONT SUE me,
it's not like I have that much money anyway..-_-
Also, dont complain to me about if the Ham ham's act out of character or
you dont agree with my cast line up, because thats your problem. Now..on with the
story!
It was a dark summer night, the harvest moon could be seen in the sky, casting it's
luminous aura toward the vast countryside below. Crickets chirped in perfect harmony
with the numerous other nocturnal beings of the night as a figure walked through a
leave covered forest path, clutching a white clay jar at his side, filled to the brim with
sake. The figure wore a strange distinct mantle over his shoulder, complete with a long flowing
white cape, which reached the forest floor, dragging slightly without him realizing.
The figure himself possessed deep brown eyes, equivalent to that of two almonds.
The figure totaled in at a reasonably tall 10.5 centimeters and had large ears, slightly in
the shape of that of a rabbit's. A long sword was sheathed at the figure's side, slightly
hidden beneath his cloak.. "Hmmmm..almonds that..sounds preety..damn..good..!!!" The
figure swooned as he staggered to his left suddenly, hitting a nearby tree trunk.
"Shit..!.." He staggered about more, holding his paws over his mouth, kneeling by a nearby
creek as he vomited from his current state of slight intoxication. Maxwell had indeed drank
too much sake earlier in the evening, and now into the twilight of the night, he was really
regretting it. After a few minutes of moaning, holding his head in intense drinking induced
headaches, and more moaning, Maxwell, famed master of the sword and teacher of the Ham-Hiten
Mitsurugi Ryu sword fighting style got his bearings together and got back on the trail he had
been going down for the past two hours. As the now sobering up Maxwell walked
down the path, he came to a startling conclusion also-he was lost.
The moon's comforting glow shimmered on through the night, as if oblivious to the
horrible events at hand before it. A large red wagon was being pulled by two guinea pigs.
Two rabbits with scarfs around their necks sat up at the top of the wagon, one clutching a
whip firmly in paw, slashing it forward in different motions, as groans of anguished pain
were soon answered as echoes. Hamsters walked along the wagon. These hamsters were to be
transferred to the east(because the author is too uncreative to think up a more original
location) and sold through the slave trade, though why anyone would really want to use
hamster's for slave labor is quite pointless when you really consider all the other possible
candidates. But we will just forget this rather minor plot hole, because it's preety
irrelevant. Among these hamsters being sold through the slave trade, was one small hamster.
He smiled serenely, as a taller, more older hamster then himself turned briefly to return
the glance, a white hamster with several ribbons in her fur. The younger hamster, probably
the only child among the group of slaves was white also, but poseased dark black splotches on
his fur, giving him a slightly unique appearance. He nibbled on a small sunflower seed he had
found earlier on the road, though he had been warned about eating strange objects, he was
preety sure this sunflower was safe to eat. He was starving anyway, this was the first
meal he had eaten in days.
Maxwell was horribly lost. This kind of thing was not suppose to happen to a
celebrated master of the Ham-hiten mitsurugi ryu, now was it?! WAS IT?! NO! Maxwell
sniffled quietly, tears of self pity beginning to form in his eyes. "What would the
others back home-oh wait..I don't have a home..or family.." Maxwell stuttered slightly, some
of the sake's intoxication still not worn off. He smacked his head slightly with his paw,
staggering forward but pressing on. Even though he had no idea where he was headed..
Back on the slave road, several figures rustled through the high grass, gripping drawn
knives in each of their paws. Suddenly one of the small figures skittered forward through the
tall grass on all fours, before leaping up into the air, aiming his paw back in the same motion,
pitching it into of the rabbit slave trader's skull. With his other paw, he sent the remaining
knife off into a course toward the remaining slave trader. This time however the slave trader
ducked his head swiftly, avoiding his death for a brief fraction of a second, only for the knife
to somehow navigate around the back of the trader's head and crashing through the back of his
skull. The assassin let out an amused laugh, signaling more of his gerbil comrades to leap from
their nearby hiding places, right in front of the crowd of confused hamsters. The gerbils
blinked, glanced at each for several seconds, then looked back at the crowd of hamsters, who
before their trader's untimely and unplanned fates were destined to be sent off as slaves.
One of the gerbils leaped forward, unsheathing a rapier from his belt, slashing it across the
throat of a young orange female hamster. As she fell, her severed blood rose into the air,
as some type of horrible sign of the fate that awaited the remaining hamster slaves.
"NOOOO SANDY!!!!" screamed the young white hamster with black splotches, his eyes widening
and trembling at the same moment suddenly as another gerbil slashed through a male hamster,
slightly similar in color to the young hamster, except for that he had grey splotches as
opposed to the young hamster's black splotches and this hamster was larger. "OXNARD!!!!!"
The terrified young hamster squeaked loudly as he fell over on the ground, pushed down by
several fleeing hamsters ,who soon suffered a bloody fate much similar to that of Oxnard and
Sandy. The young hamster reached down for a sword that had been dropped a few minutes ago
from one of the slave hamsters, who had been plotting to kill the slave traders at the last
minute and free everyone. Oh well. No such luck now. The hamster was only pushed back however
as the white, older hamster, wearing ribbons, shielded him. She suddenly matched his glance
with his, seeming to know that her own death was soon to occur. "Pinta..you must..live our fate
has been decided tonight, but for the memories of the rest of us you must survive and liv---"
The hamster was cut off, mid sentence as one of the gerbil assasins picked her by one of her
ribbons, switching his paws suddenly, now holding her up painfully by the neck. The white
hamster looked back toward the young hamster, her eyes reflecting a terrified, sad glare.
She blinked a final time as the gerbil thrust his sword through her throat, releasing his grip
afterwards as the female hamster's lifeless body fell to the ground. "..Bijou.." Muttered the
young hamster, his eyes unblinking.
"The world is a diseased world, infected by an incurable disease. This disease cannot be
cured even by the most powerful of ham this disease creates terrors which arouses fear greater
then that of death this..this this..disease *HIC*.." Over the course of the last five minutes,
Maxwell had once again retreated to his great jar of sake for the answers to his problems.
While, it did not really answer his questions, it did redirect Maxwell's attention away from
the fact that he was lost to the state of the world. This world needed someone pure of heart,
someone who could save this world, someone he could pass the Ham-Hiten mitsurugi ryu style to.
Maxwell blinked suddenly, his head had a slight tingling sensation also that pulsed through it
horribly. The hamster caught something with his large rabbit like ears that immediately
caught his attention; the sound of a ham-ham in distress!
The young hamster was cornered by four of the gerbil assasins. He looked
forward, curling up into a ball, like any frightened hamster would do given the situation.
However, as he prepared for his death, the sound of a slash pierced his small ears, as all
four of the gerbils fell over, blood erupting from strange wounds in their chests. The
remaining gerbils turned to see their fallen partner's assailant. "Who the hell are you?!"
One of the gerbils spoke out, glaring at the hamster, Maxwell. Maxell walked forward, trying
his hardest to look like his usual intimidating self and to hide his still present drunken
state. "You need not know my name, for you wont be alive long enough to remember it" he
spoke out, in his deepest and coldest possible voice as he glared forward at the remaining
gerbils. "Hey wait, I remember you! Your that hamster that got piss drunk at the pub the
other night and stripped on the counters while customers paid to watch more!" The gerbil
fell over with laughter, which greatly angered Maxwell. "Oh screw you..that was not
my fault!!!" Suddenly Maxwell slashed forward in about a total of four well timed slashes,
causing the gerbil to fall over, slashed into three separate pieces. Maxwell turned to
the remaing, now horrified gerbils, his expression quite serious as he gripped his sword
firmly, ready to finish the remaining assasins.
The young hamster looked up as a shower of blood rose once again, this time however,
it was the gerbil's split blood. Maxwell turned his glance toward the frightened young
hamster as he sheathed his sword. "Consider it fate that I happened to stumble upon this
path young ham-ham, your family has been avenged on this night. Even though you harbor hatred
toward their murderers, you must not seek revenge. You must live on for your family..and
*HIC* goddamn it boy what..time is it?" The young hamster blinked several times before answering.
"I..don't know..". But before Maxwell could of possibly heard the young hamsters answer to
his previous question, he noticed Maxwell was passed out on the ground, a puddle of
drool forming under his mouth.