Huntress.
Okie, ppls. I've been thinking lately; what if Usagi had more than one past life? I mean, if a ditz can be a princess, then why not other things as well? Anyways, I hope that this turns out to be interesting for you. It will not be a crossover immediately; it could take some time. Anyways, here we go: I don't own any anime period, but this is MY idea- and mine alone. I'm not doing this for a profit, only for entertainment. Umm... let's see, something else... uhhh.... oh, yeah. This may be confusing at first, but it should become easier to understand in time.
You steal it, and I'm going to come after you. PG-13 unless said so otherwise. Possible acidicness in the future? If I do decide to do that, then I assure you I will make a toned-down copy. Anyways, here we go!
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Prologue: Dark Stranger of My Dreams... Are You Me?
:: In a crowded bar in the south-end of the country of Yahope.::
"Oi, did ya hear about it man? I heard some girl came an' beat up some poor fellow!" "You're kidding me." "Nope! Edgar saw it with his own two eyes-" "Bah, Edgar's a lying cheating scoundrel. Since when does Edgar know anythin'?" "Well... he swears it on his Great-granny's grave!" "Psshh, you really are a gullible one." "Silus is right, Daryl. Edgar is not only a liar- and a frequent one at that- but he's also the town's idiot and drunk!"
"Oi, but it's true! Listen," said the one named Daryl said, drawing up a stool. "He said she was a foreigner, with Western looks." "What's the difference between those on the western country of Dajobe than here?" "Well, they're fairer skined than us. Peaches, Edgar calls em. Anyways, he said that girl was most definately a peach- with silvery golden locks and dark blue eyes."
By now, the story-telling man had drawn a whole crowd of listeners. Even his own doubtful friends were listening intently and hanging onto every word he said. The bar had grown silent and wary, listening to his words as though it were some warning to beware of an odd stranger. Only two people in the room seemed un-interested; the bar-tender and the person at the booth acting nonchalant when he was in actuality listening with greater care than anyone else in the room.
"Anyways, Edgar said that the peach lady had this big old guy on the run. She was just sort of walking at a slow pace, while he was runnin' all panicked and the sort. Edgar said he stopped in the middle of the road and charged the lady strait out, with a rather large sword.
"But get this; just before he got her, the lady dissapeared! She just sort of faded out. And the guy, well, the guy was really in a frenzy. Started screamin at Edgar to help im. Course, the lady reappeared right behind him, and stabbed him with this dagger.
"He said she searched him over, and then appeared right in front of him. Now, Edgar got real scared cuz he thought he was about to be done in, too, but instead the lady payed him for his silence. She gave him this really large stone, somethin precious and enough to save this entire forsaken town from bankrupcy! He saw the dagger, and he said the thing was encrusted with jewels of all rarities that shone like the brishtest of stars set onto gold, silver, and some material he didn't recognize. He said that the gold itself was white-gold, and fit for a king- no, more like an emperer!"
By now the man had worked up a great zest for his story, and had begun to wave his hands around in excitement. That feeling was beginning to spread like a wold brush fire over a dried out area. There was excited whispers and shouts, mostly about saving the town from bankrupcy. And still the man went on, saying things about that the young woman had just walked away.
While they were working on a revolution to get Edgar to be swayed inot handing over the jewel, the stranger got up and headed over to the storyteller. "Where does this friend of yours live?" "Edgar? On the outskirts of town in an old barn." And then he had gone back to the heated debate.
But the stranger walked out of that bar, walking towards the outskirts of town, thinking of how he would at last catch her....
When he arrived at Edgar's dwelling, he went strait for the house, and knocked on the door. It was answered by a potbellied old man who was balding. "Are you Edgar?" "Yes... who wants to know?" "I heard about your story from Daryl. In fact, the whole bar did." The man swore lividly, and said, "Dammit, I knew I couldn't trust Daryl! Lousy traitor..." He went on grumbling, obviosuly thinking that he would no doubt have to hide his fortune and deny the entire story.
"Tell me, where did that lady go?" "Out towards the forest. But you'll never catch her, not that one. She's too sly to be caught. Too quick. And too deadly fierce. If I were you, I'd stear clear of that forest- and her. She's on scary lady." ".... She's nothing but a fifeteen year old girl. I'm not about to be afraid of her. Thank you for your help, and good luck to you."
So the stranger headed away, towards the dark green and foreboding forest that gave off a menacing aura of hazardness that lay within. He knew she had cast that to keep away innocent strangers and children who didn't need to get mixed up in the things that happened around her. At last... I don't know what the king intends to do with you, but I hope that it's execution, you good for nothing outlaw.
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Usagi whistled almost gaily as she walked through the forest counting some of the riches she'd made off of that last bandit she had killed. She had been fortunate this time to have only one witness and have to bribe his silence with one item- which left the rest to support herself.
He hadn't been carrying alot on himself, but it was enough for a couple of months. Which was good, because money got tight around fall. When the bandits stopped coming, she had no one to hunt, and no outlaw such as herself would dare to go into a whole town of em. They were now bginning to whole up in bandit towns, so to speak, and would do so for most of winter and the colder months of spring. There would be very little business in between those time periods.
Not that she was in this for the money. No, she was in it for revenge. To avenge the deaths of her family, of her innocence, and to declare her defiance to the world. She was a bit of a desperado, but not so much. She wasn't a law-abiding citizen, but she wasn't a bandit or pirate, either. She lay somewhere in between, with the others who hunted the true bad guys- although often we were hunted ourselves because of the fact that we were often times associated to them- which was the only thing that truely disgusted her; to be compared to a back-handed, yellow-bellied, no-decency murderer and rapist.
But this was her life, the only way she knew how to live. And in some ways, there was nothing more she could ask for. She was constantly out in the outdoors in the elements, in nature, living and breathing in the incredible atmosphere that most had given up for cramped spaces in dull lives in vilages. She was free as the birds, like the wind, and that always gave her a giddy young sensation. It left a tingling in her soul... freedom. You didn't know what it was until you'd truely experienced it in the wilderness.
Usagi could feel something though... the chi of another. The presence of another mind. She was no longer alone. She scowled, her moment of peace shattered. It was no child; no matter how curious he or she was, they wouldn't go into a forest where immenent danger lurked everywhere. She was that danger; a feeling that she had projected.
Usagi gently faded herself into the background, waiting and watching for her hunter. It was some time before he came her way. She couldn't help but smirk; another knight. Some king had sent a knight after her- again. A pity... another knight to have to die. When will those damned pompous bastards learn I would rather only punish the *truely* wicked?
She called out softly from the soft shadows that had enveloped her and made her one with the scenery as she stepped out into better view, "Looking for someone? Namely... me?" She bowed with in a cruel gesture of mock chivalry, while he spun around with a look of surprise on his face.
"Usagi... the most hunted, expertieze, youngest, and most powerful outlaw of them all- the Bandit Huntress." She smirked and said, "The one and only. And you must be Heero, the one the kind of Dajobe sent after me?" He gave a simple nod, and Usagi's smirk grew bigger.
Usagi awoke with a start, chest heaving for air and sweating profusely. She was pale, and shaking all over. That was the third time this week that she had dreamt up that strange girl... the one that was so oddly familiar to her, inside and out. "That does it," she called outloud to no one in particular in the silence of her room. "Tomorrow, I'm going to see a psychic or psychiatrist."
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Ah ha! ^o^ *chuckles* Cliffie, cliffie!! If I don't get ten reviews, I don't continue. I'm serious, peoples. Hey, I even went ahead and made it longer than I was gonna!
Okie, ppls. I've been thinking lately; what if Usagi had more than one past life? I mean, if a ditz can be a princess, then why not other things as well? Anyways, I hope that this turns out to be interesting for you. It will not be a crossover immediately; it could take some time. Anyways, here we go: I don't own any anime period, but this is MY idea- and mine alone. I'm not doing this for a profit, only for entertainment. Umm... let's see, something else... uhhh.... oh, yeah. This may be confusing at first, but it should become easier to understand in time.
You steal it, and I'm going to come after you. PG-13 unless said so otherwise. Possible acidicness in the future? If I do decide to do that, then I assure you I will make a toned-down copy. Anyways, here we go!
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Prologue: Dark Stranger of My Dreams... Are You Me?
:: In a crowded bar in the south-end of the country of Yahope.::
"Oi, did ya hear about it man? I heard some girl came an' beat up some poor fellow!" "You're kidding me." "Nope! Edgar saw it with his own two eyes-" "Bah, Edgar's a lying cheating scoundrel. Since when does Edgar know anythin'?" "Well... he swears it on his Great-granny's grave!" "Psshh, you really are a gullible one." "Silus is right, Daryl. Edgar is not only a liar- and a frequent one at that- but he's also the town's idiot and drunk!"
"Oi, but it's true! Listen," said the one named Daryl said, drawing up a stool. "He said she was a foreigner, with Western looks." "What's the difference between those on the western country of Dajobe than here?" "Well, they're fairer skined than us. Peaches, Edgar calls em. Anyways, he said that girl was most definately a peach- with silvery golden locks and dark blue eyes."
By now, the story-telling man had drawn a whole crowd of listeners. Even his own doubtful friends were listening intently and hanging onto every word he said. The bar had grown silent and wary, listening to his words as though it were some warning to beware of an odd stranger. Only two people in the room seemed un-interested; the bar-tender and the person at the booth acting nonchalant when he was in actuality listening with greater care than anyone else in the room.
"Anyways, Edgar said that the peach lady had this big old guy on the run. She was just sort of walking at a slow pace, while he was runnin' all panicked and the sort. Edgar said he stopped in the middle of the road and charged the lady strait out, with a rather large sword.
"But get this; just before he got her, the lady dissapeared! She just sort of faded out. And the guy, well, the guy was really in a frenzy. Started screamin at Edgar to help im. Course, the lady reappeared right behind him, and stabbed him with this dagger.
"He said she searched him over, and then appeared right in front of him. Now, Edgar got real scared cuz he thought he was about to be done in, too, but instead the lady payed him for his silence. She gave him this really large stone, somethin precious and enough to save this entire forsaken town from bankrupcy! He saw the dagger, and he said the thing was encrusted with jewels of all rarities that shone like the brishtest of stars set onto gold, silver, and some material he didn't recognize. He said that the gold itself was white-gold, and fit for a king- no, more like an emperer!"
By now the man had worked up a great zest for his story, and had begun to wave his hands around in excitement. That feeling was beginning to spread like a wold brush fire over a dried out area. There was excited whispers and shouts, mostly about saving the town from bankrupcy. And still the man went on, saying things about that the young woman had just walked away.
While they were working on a revolution to get Edgar to be swayed inot handing over the jewel, the stranger got up and headed over to the storyteller. "Where does this friend of yours live?" "Edgar? On the outskirts of town in an old barn." And then he had gone back to the heated debate.
But the stranger walked out of that bar, walking towards the outskirts of town, thinking of how he would at last catch her....
When he arrived at Edgar's dwelling, he went strait for the house, and knocked on the door. It was answered by a potbellied old man who was balding. "Are you Edgar?" "Yes... who wants to know?" "I heard about your story from Daryl. In fact, the whole bar did." The man swore lividly, and said, "Dammit, I knew I couldn't trust Daryl! Lousy traitor..." He went on grumbling, obviosuly thinking that he would no doubt have to hide his fortune and deny the entire story.
"Tell me, where did that lady go?" "Out towards the forest. But you'll never catch her, not that one. She's too sly to be caught. Too quick. And too deadly fierce. If I were you, I'd stear clear of that forest- and her. She's on scary lady." ".... She's nothing but a fifeteen year old girl. I'm not about to be afraid of her. Thank you for your help, and good luck to you."
So the stranger headed away, towards the dark green and foreboding forest that gave off a menacing aura of hazardness that lay within. He knew she had cast that to keep away innocent strangers and children who didn't need to get mixed up in the things that happened around her. At last... I don't know what the king intends to do with you, but I hope that it's execution, you good for nothing outlaw.
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Usagi whistled almost gaily as she walked through the forest counting some of the riches she'd made off of that last bandit she had killed. She had been fortunate this time to have only one witness and have to bribe his silence with one item- which left the rest to support herself.
He hadn't been carrying alot on himself, but it was enough for a couple of months. Which was good, because money got tight around fall. When the bandits stopped coming, she had no one to hunt, and no outlaw such as herself would dare to go into a whole town of em. They were now bginning to whole up in bandit towns, so to speak, and would do so for most of winter and the colder months of spring. There would be very little business in between those time periods.
Not that she was in this for the money. No, she was in it for revenge. To avenge the deaths of her family, of her innocence, and to declare her defiance to the world. She was a bit of a desperado, but not so much. She wasn't a law-abiding citizen, but she wasn't a bandit or pirate, either. She lay somewhere in between, with the others who hunted the true bad guys- although often we were hunted ourselves because of the fact that we were often times associated to them- which was the only thing that truely disgusted her; to be compared to a back-handed, yellow-bellied, no-decency murderer and rapist.
But this was her life, the only way she knew how to live. And in some ways, there was nothing more she could ask for. She was constantly out in the outdoors in the elements, in nature, living and breathing in the incredible atmosphere that most had given up for cramped spaces in dull lives in vilages. She was free as the birds, like the wind, and that always gave her a giddy young sensation. It left a tingling in her soul... freedom. You didn't know what it was until you'd truely experienced it in the wilderness.
Usagi could feel something though... the chi of another. The presence of another mind. She was no longer alone. She scowled, her moment of peace shattered. It was no child; no matter how curious he or she was, they wouldn't go into a forest where immenent danger lurked everywhere. She was that danger; a feeling that she had projected.
Usagi gently faded herself into the background, waiting and watching for her hunter. It was some time before he came her way. She couldn't help but smirk; another knight. Some king had sent a knight after her- again. A pity... another knight to have to die. When will those damned pompous bastards learn I would rather only punish the *truely* wicked?
She called out softly from the soft shadows that had enveloped her and made her one with the scenery as she stepped out into better view, "Looking for someone? Namely... me?" She bowed with in a cruel gesture of mock chivalry, while he spun around with a look of surprise on his face.
"Usagi... the most hunted, expertieze, youngest, and most powerful outlaw of them all- the Bandit Huntress." She smirked and said, "The one and only. And you must be Heero, the one the kind of Dajobe sent after me?" He gave a simple nod, and Usagi's smirk grew bigger.
Usagi awoke with a start, chest heaving for air and sweating profusely. She was pale, and shaking all over. That was the third time this week that she had dreamt up that strange girl... the one that was so oddly familiar to her, inside and out. "That does it," she called outloud to no one in particular in the silence of her room. "Tomorrow, I'm going to see a psychic or psychiatrist."
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Ah ha! ^o^ *chuckles* Cliffie, cliffie!! If I don't get ten reviews, I don't continue. I'm serious, peoples. Hey, I even went ahead and made it longer than I was gonna!