Disclaimer: So how long do I have to keep saying that I don't own Samurai Deeper Kyo? Cuz, ya kno, I don't.
A/N: so last chapter was short, right? This one shall not be, you will not be disappointed my dear readers. Hopefully I didn't crap up this story with these next few chaps I have. (Sighs) in this chapter, the SDK characters that I don't own, actually make an appearance!! (Le gasps!) I'll try to have some fun with that. Enjoy!
Chapter 3: So, we're not in Tokyo anymore…
A rubble littered courtyard on a sunny afternoon.
Long deep scratch marks cover the stone ground, most likely made by a sword, burn marks scorched the walls.
Crimson light illuminates the courtyard, a single gust of wind rips through the area, and suddenly the group of six bewildered teens appear, dazed expressions on their faces.
"W-where the hell are we?" murmurs Mitsuko slowly, dark eyes peering around the scenery.
"Obviously we're not in Tokyo anymore," Takeshi points out, scratching the back of his head nervously.
"Looks like we're in some kind of ruin," pipes up Nobu, "Cool."
"This isn't cool, dumbass," snaps Ren, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You should definitely give Yuu that sword back," says Takeru, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Yeah, I'll have to castrate that bastard once we get back," replies the redhead.
"Not to contradict you Ren-chan, but that's only if we get back," says Ryuu.
"Are we even in Japan anymore?" questions Takeshi, gazing about.
"Well, I sure as hell hope so," mutters Mitsuko sourly.
"Hey Ren-chan, the sword is gone!" exclaims Ryuu, pointing at the redheads empty hands.
Ren's eyes widen in realization, "Holy shit, you're right," she muses.
"You didn't notice that before," mutters Takeshi, raising an eyebrow.
"Oi, what the hell are you brats doing here?!" shouts a gruff male voice.
The group of teens now face an ensemble of dirty, scarred men, dressed in strange, to them, clothing, like something they had seen in history books in class. Er, when they paid attention.
"Hmm, maybe this is a tour or something, of some ruin," says Nobu excitedly, earning him skeptical stares from his companions.
"Yes, because tours of ancient ruins make old swords randomly shine and transport us to said ruins," says Takeshi sarcastically, "That just makes a whole lot of sense."
"No it doesn't," comments their resident space case.
"I was being sarcastic dumbshit, duh!" hisses the gray haired teen, eyes narrowed.
"Don't ignore us ya little bastards!" shrieks one of the thugs indignantly, waving a fist in the air.
Ren rolls her eyes, "Whatever, keep your ants on, please," she says boredly.
"Oh great, we're gonna be killed," murmurs Mitsuko slowly.
In response, she gets smacked upside the head,
"Ouch, Takeru what the hell was that for?!" she shouts, rubbing her sore skull and glaring angrily.
"We're not gonna die stupid. Calm down," he states.
"Yeah, this might be a tour," chimes in Nobu, only to be brought down by a fist against his head this time, curtesy of Ryuu,
"This isn't a realistic tour, brat, quit bringing that up!"
"What are you brats doing here?!" repeats the thug again, a vein mark popping up on his forehead.
"We don't know," replies Ryuu, taking on the roll of spokesperson.
"Well get the hell out! You're trespassing on the Mibu territory!" shouts another thug.
"I've certainly never heard of the Mibu," states Ryuu, "Have you guys?" she asks the members of the group, glancing at them expectantly.
"Nope, not really," says Takeshi.
"That sounds familiar, actually," murmurs Mitsuko, deep in thought.
"Whatever! You brats are pissing me off. Time to die!" exclaims the leader, hand going to the sword at his hip.
"I have a bad feeling about this," says Nobu quietly, taking the initiative to creep behind the larger members of the group.
"No shit Sherlock," says Takeshi nervously, also taking a few steps back from the menacing thugs.
The stone doors in the far back of the courtyard swing open and a new group enter the scene.
"That sure was a fight!" says a deep male voice, followed by a scoff,
"Sounds like someone's impressed. Worried you won't make it out of here with what little dignity you have, Bon?" questions another male voice, sounding quite smug.
"Hmm, I wonder what's going on here," comments a younger male voice.
Benitora's P.O.V (cuz frankly, we wanna know what he's thinking sometimes. But not about Yuya. NEVER about Yuya. )
The last fight ended in Taihaku-han's death, at the hands of some unknown enemy, most likely one of the Mibu. But ya gotta wonder, why would someone murder one of their own clan? The Mibu are a pretty harsh group of people, there's enough proof of that.
It's finally time to face Shinrei, the last of the five stars left. This is gonna be one hell of a fight, but I'm not worried. Really. Fine, I'm a bit worried. I gotta stay tough for Yuya-han though, can't let her see me weaken.
Anyways, as soon as we walk though the doors, we don't see Shinrei.
Instead, there's a group weirdly dressed kids being threatened by a group of thugs. Damn do those kids look strange!
The first kid I see has gray hair. He's big and muscled, dressed in a black tight shirt, baggy blue pants and even weirder shoes- they incase the foot! His dark eyes frantically move from us to the thugs.
The second kid is a bit shorter than the first, slim, dark brown hair cut in layers over his eyes. He wore a baggy gray shirt, a sweater on over it, with a hood, dark blue pants and the same weird-ass shoes. I see a glint coming from above his left eye, gray eyes- and wow, it's a piercing!
I finger my own thin eyebrows and wince, that had to have hurt like hell.
The next member of the group was female, woo-hoo, she's pretty cute! Her ash blond hair is neck length, bangs covering her right eye. She's dressed in a button up white shirt, long sleeved, sexy short black skirt and heels.
Yuya-han is the girl for me, honest, but that doesn't mean I can't look!
"Look you idiot," pipes up the other female of the group, average height, and get this: red hair! It fell to her shoulders in a cascade of crimson.
"We're sorry for trespassing, but we don't need some guy with shit-for-brains to come tell us what to do," she continues.
"Ren, you're gonna get us killed!" exclaims the gray haired teen, waving his arms around frantically.
As she moves back to retort, I get a better look at her. She's dressed in a black and white striped top with thin straps, and black pants that came to her knees. Her shoes? Same as the others. Weird trend. Her arms and neck are decorated with an assortment of silver jewelry.
"Shut up baboon-boy, I'm trying to save out asses!" she retorts fiercely.
The gray haired teen fumes, "You bitch!" he shouts, getting in her face.
"Takeshi…" starts the redhead,
"What?!" he asks impatiently, "Smartass."
"You really need a breath mint or something," continues the girl, waving a hand in front of her face.
"My breath does not stink!" shrieks the gray haired teen, glancing at his companions for back-up.
The four of them however, had their noses pinched with their index and thumb, frowns marring their features.
"YOU GUYS SUCK!" exclaims the gray haired teen again, glaring at them.
"OI!" pipes up the leader of the thugs, tired of being ignored for so long I suppose, "It's Demon Eyes Kyo," he points out.
They all focus their attention on us, and look on in interest.
"You look pretty beat up, why don't you take this special elixir, it works quite well," he says, holding out a vile with the words, 'not poison,' scribbled on the side.
Kyo stares at him blankly, "Why don't you take it yourself?" he states, startling the men.
"So it's poison?" I inquire, already knowing the answer.
"Look Takeru, they have someone dumber than you," states the gray haired teen.
The other teen frowns, while I glare at them.
The last two members of the group of teens were blond.
The one being called dumb was tall and skinny, clothed in a long sleeved shirt, the collar and bottom of the shirt tattered at the ends, a black t-shirt in the same state beneath it, baggy black pants with many pockets, and some strange black leather boots. Silver jewelry are on his eats, neck, and hell, his lip too.
Looking at him more closely, squinting my eyes are far as they could squint (no jokes about my poor squintyeye-ness, please) he looks a lot like that guy me the brat and Mahiro saw a few gates back. The same orange blond hair atop his head, standing in sharp spikes, blank eyes; hazel instead of golden, stare back at his gray haired companion.
"OI DON'T INSULT ME YOU BRATS!" I shout, clenching my fists at my sides.
The other blond snickers, folding his arms behind his head in a relaxed manner, "Wow, who does that remind you of?" he asks.
He's shorter than the others, and pale, dressed in light blue t-shirt to match his eyes, tan colored pants (Now what's up with that?!) and the same weird shoes as the others.
"Heh that sounds like Takeshi" says the brunette, smirking.
"Hey we're the new five stars of the Mibu shitheads, don't ignore us!" exclaims the leader of the thugs, he and his men revealing the armor and weapons they had concealed.
"I knew you guys looked too gruff to be humble Mibu servants," states Kyo, stepping forward to meet them, hand going to Tenro strapped to his hip.
As soon as Kyo unleashes his sword, the taller blond states, "Hey Ren, doesn't that look like your sword?"
The redhead follows his gaze, and stares wide eyed, "You're right! How did he get ahold of that?" she questions.
"Ne Tora, do you have any idea where those kids might come from?" Yuya-han asks me, clutching her chest where Shinrei's waterwyrms were rapidly doing their dirty work; devouring her heart.
Damn, we don't have much time left.
"I dunno Yuya-han," I reply cheerfully, and at that moment, Kyo struck, blood and limbs raining down from the sky.
End Tora's P.O.V
The crimson eyed male had struck with frightening speed, rendering all but one of the thugs, the leader, into bloody pieces.
"Hehe, fools. Rushing to their own end," muses Kyo, a truly wicked smirk on his face.
"W-What happened?!" exclaims the leader, scooting back from the crimson eyed man in terror.
"You said you were the new five stars, didn't you?" asks Kyo, "Repeat what you said for that guy behind you," he states.
"What? Behind me?" stutters the other man.
He turns, and suddenly stares up at a tall man with silver hair tied up with a crimson ribbon, piercing amber eyes staring down at him coldly.
"Sh-Shinrei-sama!"
The until now frozen-in-place-due-to-fear teens snap out of it, ruining the intense moment.
"Who the hell is grabbing onto me?" demands Ryuu, eyes narrowed.
She-er I mean he in turn was actually holding onto Ren, or so he thought, as the redhead stood in front of the ensemble as the spokesperson/leader/shield.
"I don't think this is exactly the time for that," hisses Mitsuko in irritation, face paling considerably.
"It's Nobu," states Takeshi suddenly.
"You brat, get off me!" shouts the brunette, pulling away from whoever grasp it was.
"It wasn't me, I swear! I'm holding onto Ren!" exclaims the small blond wildly.
Of course, that response was a bad one.
"WHAT?! get your filthy hands off my Ren-chan!" shrieks Ryuu, positively livid with anger.
Ren snickers, "Damn, poor kid." She feels a tug on the back of her shirt.
Turning, she sees Takeru holding onto a fistful of the bottom of her shirt calmly, "I wonder who that guy is," he murmurs.
Suddenly, a piercing scream rings though the air, followed by the sound of something being ripped apart.
That's enough the stop the argument of Nobu and Ryuu.
Once again, blood rains down from the sky, staining the ground with splatters of crimson as the lifeless body ridden with holes collapses to the ground in a heap.
"Now," says Shinrei slowly, after a short silence,
"Who are these children? I wasn't aware of more intruders," he says, focusing cold amber eyes on them, pointing one of his daggers in their direction,
They stare back at him wide eyed.
"Let's not get too hasty here," says Takeshi, slowly backing away, hand up in a defensive gesture.
"You're not gonna do anything, so can ya cut down on the testosterone?" says Ren boredly, hands in her pockets, shoulders slouched, green eyes challenging.
"You know, an intelligent person would watch their mouth when faced with imminent death," says Shinrei smoothly.
The redhead opens her mouth with a retort, but a warm, pale hand clamps over her mouth, another grasping her shoulder.
"We never said she was smart," mutters Takeshi, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling a little more brave, "Loud mouth," he mutters under his breath.
Ren hears him, and struggles to lunge at the gray haired teen.
"Takeshi, shut the hell up, your comments aren't needed," says Takeru solemnly, eyes narrowed, "The second I let her go, she'll tear you limb from limb, so if you want to live, I suggest you be quiet."
Frowning with barely contained amusement in his eyes, Kyo speaks up, "The six of you (Yeah, don't think I can't see you little blond brat hiding behind the big hairy gorilla) have interrupted our fight, why don't you tell us a story," he stats, smirking wickedly.
"I AM NOT A GORILLA!" shouts Takeshi, seething.
Ren's eyes shine once again with evil intent, and as she moves toward the gray haired teen, Takeru's hand still on his mouth, when he stops her, "Don't start."
Ryuu, having decided the danger was past, for the moment, explains,
"We were at Ren-chan's house," he indicates the redhead, "Her cousin, or whatever the hell he is, Yuu, gave her a sword that looks a hell of a lot like yours," nodding to Kyo.
"Ren-chan accidentally cut herself on the sword cuz shithead here," he points at Takeshi, who scowls, "was playing around like a dumbass. There was a loud roaring noise, a bright light, and before we knew what was happening, we were standing here and those morons were talking shit," explains the brunette.
"Ouch," yelps Takeru, suddenly pulling his now bleeding hand away from Ren's mouth, crescent bite marks on the center of his palm.
"Wait a sec, you guys didn't see that weird guy?" she asks curiously, subconsciously lapping at the blood on her lips.
"If you haven't noticed, there are a lot of weird guys here," pipes up Mitsuko sourly.
"Well yeah I have eyes, I can see, but this guy was different. He had red hair, bright glowing red eyes and he was dressed in baggy robes with a symbol that looked like ying-yang on it. Now that I think about it, he kinda looked like a child molester," she explains.
Both Kyo and Shinrei visibly stiffen, and stare at the girl intently.
"I didn't see that," says Nobu,
"Neither did I," agrees Mitsuko.
"Aww poor thing, you must be weak and hallucinating from the blood-loss," coos Ryuu, draping an arm around the redhead's shoulder and shooting a glare that promised pain at Takeshi.
"You still haven't told us where you're from," insists a large man with silver hair and an eyepatch, arms crossed over his chest.
"What year is it?" inquires Takeshi, suspecting something foul to play.
The members of Kyo's group, plus Shinrei, stare at him as if he were crazy.
"It's 1604," replies a strawberry blond man with his eyes closed, fingers clasping his chin in a somewhat intelligent pose.
Realization quickly dawns, and the teens stare wide eyed.
"Oh my god," mutters Mitsuko, hanging her head in despair.
"You guys are joking right?" insists Nobu, almost in hysterics, running a hand through his hair.
"Why would we lie? We don't even know you. That aside, what's wrong?" says a blond haired female.
Ren clears her throat, "I certainly hope this is just some kind of drug induced dream, cuz if this is all for real, then that means we've somehow traveled back more than one hundred years through time," she states, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling at everyone.
"No one had drugs," pipes up Takeru.
"Shut up, Takeru," snap the others in unison.
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end chapter 3. (sighs) this is still short, wtf? This whole chapters being short thing is pissing me off. It's like 14 pages written here in my notebook. Mmkay, so the 'child molester looking guy' Ren mentioned, hope you guys can guess who that is. Tora's p.o.v wasn't as amusing as I could have made it, but I'm tired and lazy. I know I switched tenses a lot, sorry about that. Wasn't paying attention. Hope you guys still stick with this story, even if that chap was sorta lame in my opinion. So Please review, anyone with the balls to flame me will be laughed at. Next chap will be up eventually. I've gotten behind in actually finishing it. Might not update every week. Ja ne.
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