Love HIna belongs to Ken Akamatsu
The blue-haired girl heard someone approaching from behind her so she turned and saw the young man whom the sketch book belonged to. Shinobu became immediately embarrassed and ran past him as fast as she could. The manager watched her run past him and could not help but wonder what she was so flustered about.
Keitaro made to go after her but he still had plywood on his shoulder and paint in his hand plus there was that evil presence he felt behind him. Things could not go well for the reformed gunslinger. Naru most likely woke up remembering that he had been the last one near her before she was unconscious she would most likely jump to conclusions. And now there was this middle-schooler with his sketch book running away at the sight of him with tears in her eyes.
Oh Granny, how evil can you truly be? "Now listen girls, whatever it appears that I did, I swear it's not what it looks like."
"Explain this! Why are you drawing pictures of teenage girls?" Naru commanded the information from him, rather than asking. She held the sketch book open In front of her to show Keitaro his handy work.
"Okay, that's a new one." Keitaro had already been misjudged several times upon entering Hinata Inn, but this was an accusation that had solid evidence to it. "Alright if you will give me a chance to ex…hold on a sec,"
Keitaro stepped to the side and placed his home maintenance supplies away from the stairs. If the girls planned to swarm him again then the manager would appreciate not having to clean up paint off the pearl white stairs.
"Anyways as I was saying, the reason there's sketches of a girl in there is because I use drawing beautiful sights as a way to relax, and at the time the girl was the nicest thing to draw." Keitaro explained plainly. The girls did not find it very reasonable.
"GET THE PERVERT!" The women of Hinata swarmed the former gunslinger. Not wanting to hurt them as before, all Keitaro could do was slump over in surrender as they picked him up and carried off to his punishment.
Keitaro swung lightly suspended by a chain link above a boiling pot of a strange green liquid. Where in the hell did they get acid?! Su displayed a freakishly happy smile as Keitaro figured she had something to do with it.
"Are you prepared to die for your perverted sins?" Naru asked menacingly as if trying to entice him into fear.
"Seriously, do you girls rip your executions out of old comic books or what?" Keitaro inquired with a deadpan expression on his face as he hung from his feet.
Naru was ready to start yelling at the sarcastic young man but Motoko stopped her. "Excuse me Naru, may I have a moment?"
"Of course Motoko," The Todai hopeful's demeanor suddenly changed from hell-bent to delightfully cooperative.
"Naru, I regret to inform you that there are a group of perverts running about Hinata." The samurai reported with the utmost seriousness.
"Really, Motoko could you do me a favor and watch our resident pervert until me and the others get back." The pervert slayer requested from her sword wielding friend.
"Of course Naru, the pitiful male will not escape me." Motoko replied with a bow of her head.
Naru and the other two females ran off to rid the town of perverted males, really the other two just thought it would be funny to see their angry friend beat up a bunch of guys.
Motoko turned to the chain bound manager above the boiling pot of acid. "I am very surprised that worked." As she saw her former captain hanging so helplessly there she couldn't help but giggle.
"You mind telling me what is so funny, Mo?" Keitaro asked unimpressed as he continued to hang upside down, not of his own will of course.
"Nothing, it's just that if the rest of the squad saw this, well I don't think you could ever live it down." Motoko explained with a giggle.
"Haha, alright fun time's over get me down from here." Keitaro commanded, Captain Urashima was showing himself at the moment.
"Hey calm down Kei, remember I have a choice on whether or not to help you out of the jams you seem to so easily get yourself into." Motoko riposted as she covered the acid filled pot and climbed the ladder toward the top of the chain.
Keitaro plummeted toward the ground and landed directly on his head. The former gunslinger unraveled the chain around him and thanked Motoko for assisting him in surviving the second attempt on his life within a day.
"Hey Motoko, we didn't find any perverts in the town. They must have run off before we could get to them." Naru stopped in shock as she saw something she thought she would never in her lifetime, her sword master friend stood next to the lecher as if they were friends. Not only that, but the lecher was not chained up any more.
The samurai quickly realized her and her former captain's dilemma; Motoko used the best plan she could come up with. "Urashima! How dare you sneak past me?"
"So I guess we're acting again huh?" Keitaro remarked as Motoko drew her katana and pressed it against the manager's throat.
"You lecherous worm you have dishonored me! The only way to regain my honor is for me to defeat you in a duel." Motoko snarled at Keitaro who tried not to smile because it was now very clear to at least him that she was acting.
The rest of the females were immediately enthralled with the idea of the pervert being slain by the resident samurai. They began to cheer and egg Motoko on. Naru began to stare oddly at Keitaro, somehow this guy wasn't what he claimed to be. Naru knew Motoko well enough to know the average person had no chance against the swordswoman, something was up.
Keitaro and Motoko stood at opposite ends of the Hinata Inn roof. The manager had been given his own katana to defend himself with although most of the women doubted that it would make much of a difference, the ones doubtful of a slaughter were Motoko because she had sparred with Keitaro in the past and knew he would not be one to go down so easily, she was hoping that her former would go along with the act and throw the match. The other girl who wondered if Keitaro would actually lose was Naru, already on several occasions the male had proven himself to be an above average person. The bazooka, quick enough reflexes to catch her atomic punch, and escaping Motoko were all on the list of impossible skills.
The two combatants stared each other down anticipating the first move. Motoko was surprised to find she was actually nervous, it had seemed like ages since the last time she had faced off against her captain. She ignored her nerves though and drew her blade, Keitaro did the same. Their eyes locked and the battle began. Motoko raised her sword and unleashed her ki attack that Keitaro was already familiar with; the gunslinger ran head on and hopped to the side as it nearly missed him.
Motoko quickly released another wave of energy as her opponent closed in; in response Keitaro swung his own sword into the blast and used the motion to reflect the energy back at her. Keitaro used ki in his sword fighting as well but he used his focused his ki with in the power of his body making his motions stronger and quicker. He only used this however when in battle with Motoko.
Motoko anticipated that Keitaro would do that so she dove at him away from her own ki attack, sword out and tried to punk him into dodging. The gunslinger caught the tip his friend's blade with his own as he flicked his wrist downward. Keitaro flung his blade upward in a diagonal motion that practically forced Motoko off the roof, but Keitaro acted quickly and swung his blade at Motoko, which the samurai caught with her katana and used the blade to fling herself back onto the roof where she landed gracefully on her feet. Although in reality Keitaro had been actually helping Motoko the duo made it appear as though Motok was countering the manager in midair.
Motoko raised her sword again and slashed downward at Keitaro who blocked with his sword horizontally. The two grazed off each other's steel and spun around so that their swords clashed in an slender x. Both gunslingers grinded their blades against one another as neither could effectively force their will upon the other.
"What are you doing? You should let me win; it will make the average guy thing more believable." Motoko panted as she held her blade solidly against Keitaro's.
"Come now Mo, we both know you're enjoying this. Besides how long has it been since you've had any real competition?" Keitaro teased also panting; his team mate had gotten a lot better. Once again the combatants slid off each others' blades and regained position before going after one another again.
"This guy must be pretty good if he can keep up with Motoko like that." Kitsune commented as she and the girls watched from the other side of the roof.
"Keitaro is really good; he's almost as good as Motoko." Su concurred with the fox. Keitaro almost face faulted at Su's words because he thought he was more than almost as good as Motoko.
Naru sat along with the others but did not express her thoughts on the match. How was it possible that Motoko actually had to defend herself against this loser? It didn't make sense to the almond haired girl. The most kick-ass girl she had ever met, and here she was sweating against this worthless male.
Motoko unleashed another blast of ki at Keitaro, the gunslinger doged it by hopping to the slope of the roof from there he leapt towards the samurai prepared to pounce on her. Motoko caught the attack in time and slammed her blade into Keitaro's blade as he brought it down fiercely. Now was the time for a little acting, Keitaro let himself falter as if Motoko's counter had stunned him and so he fell to the earth. Motoko jumped down to the ground after him.
"Hey now we can't see them anymore!" Su whined as both fighters fell behind the building and out of the audience's sight.
Motoko and Keitaro grinned at each other as they regained their fighting stances. Even though they were no longer being watched by the other tenants, this match was not over. The two gunslingers ran at one another and clashed once again but scraped off each other and spun into an attack. Keitaro took the low position while Motoko had the high position both released and slashed at each other again. Motoko bounced off a few inches and Keitaro took his advantage, he went for Motoko's legs trying to trip her but she reacted quickly and jumped over his blade and tried to kick Keitaro as she landed this forced the gunslinger to leap backward. Keitaro waited for Motoko to regain her balance and the two were back at it.
Motoko ran and lunged at Keitaro and rained five raging slashes upon him in such a fast manner it was hard to see each movement. Keitaro blocked each one with just as much speed and parried her last attack so that she was forced off of him and flung back a little. Keitaro moved in and let loose his own flurry of blinding steel with the same lightning quick speed that Motoko had used. Motoko blocked each of the gunslinger's seven hacks and parried his last cut.
Keitaro's katana was forced away from him down to his side and Motoko went for a slash at his head but Keitar flicked his blade up back quickly and held it there to stop Mptoko from beheading him. "Boy these two are really getting into it."
The two opponents heard Kitsune commentating a few feet away from them, both side glanced to see that the other two girls were there as well even Haruka watched as she took a puff on her constant accessory. Motoko and Keitaro faced eachother with bewilderment in their eyes, hadn't they lost their spectators?
"I guess it would be time to take that fall eh?" Keitaro queried in a low tone as he grinded his sword closely with Motoko's .
Keitaro backed off Motoko's katana with a swift juke and went at her with a wild jab. Was Keitaro was actually going to throw the match or was he trying to trick his old friend? Motoko prepared for an assault as if she was really going to have to worry about defending herself from such an undisciplined attack, she wasn't stupid.
Keitaro ran at her and Motoko stepped to the side swiftly. With Keitaro out of balance with his momentum his opponent would try to impale him as his flank was unprotected, which the samurai did attempt. Just as the girls gasped and Motoko's blade went forward, a beat up old tennis shoe shot up ward and held the blade within the ridges of its sole.
Although the audience could not see it Keitaro grinned. Releasing Motoko's blade the gunslinger dropped his foot and sent the other forward in a roundhouse kick that was aimed for Motoko's sword wielding hand, acting quickly the samurai hopped backward and dodged the offending foot, as Keitaro brought his foot down Motoko charged him with an detectable horizontal swing of her blade to only cut a butterfly down the middle that had mindless floated into her path.
Motoko felt a presence above her and looked up to see Keitaro coming down upon her with his katana above his head. Still in a crouch position from trying to swing down upon her former captain, the samurai charged her ki and waited for the right moment. Keitaro came closer to the earth and now was the samurai's chance she unleashed a torrent of ki just as both their swords clashed. The force of energy caused Keitaro to be flung into the air and crash into the ground skidding for a few minutes.
"What an over actor," Motoko muttered as she sweat dropped at the way the gunslinger forced threw himself forward. Keitaro got up with his sword still in hand and raised it in front of him to find nothing more than a shard of steel sticking out of it. "Damn."
"I am going to hate myself in the morning for this." Keitaro muttered to himself as Motoko approached him like a lioness closing in on her prey.
"Time to use what little acting prowess I have…" Keitaro looked at the fragmented blade like it scared the hell out of him and he tossed the hilt away like it was a scorpion in his hand. The once proud warrior fell to his knees and pleaded with Motoko to spare his life as tears rolled down his face.
"No, please, please miss demonic swordswoman. Please spare my life!" The samurai did not hear him; she certainly heard the 'demonic swordswoman' part though.
"She's really going to kill him, shouldn't we stop this?" Kitsune asked as she pointed to the pathetic sight in front of them. Motoko's face was unable to be seen and unreadable as she raised her katana above her head.
"Yeah I guess." Naru replied in a kind of 'do we have to?' manner. The Todai hopeful was beginning to get a suspicious feeling about the supposedly average male that was now her manager.
"Wait Motoko you can't kill our manager, not yet." Su called out as she scampered over to the samurai.
"And give me one good reason why I shouldn't slit this walking scumbag's throat?" Wow she had a new insult every time they were in front of the other girls, Keitaro noticed.
"Motoko you can't kill the pervert just yet because he has to fix the damage he caused." Naru reasoned as she motioned with her thumb at the inn. There was a rift in the roof where Motoko had unleashed her ki, there were several holes where Keitaro had bounded from, and there was still the explosive damage inside the inn. Yay, for living the normal life.
Keitaro bid everyone farewell as he trudged back onto the hardware store and brought more supplies to repair all the damages at Hinata Inn. Somewhere in Hinata a certain blue-haired girl thinks of a brown-haired young man as she lays awake with insomnia and wonder.
The sun slowly came up as Keitaro finished off the outside paint of the dormitory. Keitaro glanced at his watch that informed it was just about to be five-fifty in the morning; the sleepless manager hung his head as he hung from the secured rope that kept him suspended near the tall reaches of Hinata Inn.
Keitaro walked up the stairs glad that he had finally repaired everything but exhausted from doing it all in one night. The manager walked into his room and laid himself down after discarding his clothes except for his boxers. He looked at his clock to see it read six in the morning. The former gunslinger laid his head down and was about to close his eyes.
"Hey manager, time to get up!" Su yelled as she pounced on top of the poor young man.
"Wha…What's going on?" Keitaro grumbled as he was forced up by Su landing on his stomach.
"You are the manager correct?" Kitsune appeared.
"Correct."
"Well then it is time that you acted out your duties as manager." Kitsune declared as she and the other girls pulled Keitaro from his bed and forced him into work clothes.
"Now first you must clean the hot springs." Kitsune commanded as she handed Keitaro a push broom.
Despite being tired, the manager was not one to disappoint he made sure the place was spotless within ten minutes of running back and forth. The girls were stunned to see him finish that quick. Kitsune pulled out a walkie-talkie and whispered something into it. Su leaped from a window in the building and cannon balled into the springs splashing water everywhere.
"It would appear you are not completely done here Keitaro." Kitsune remarked with a smirk.
"It would appear you are all full of shit." Keitaro muttered as he began sweeping again.
"Hurry now Keitaro you have to finish all the windows and repaint that side of the inn by this afternoon or you won't have time for lunch." Su warned as she sat perched on the peak of the roof where she could see Keitaro climbing the wall with a cloth in one hand and bucket in the other.
"Doesn't that seem a bit excessive?" Keitaro questioned as he looked up from the window he was working on.
"What's excessive is it yummy?"
"Uh, never mind."
"Here comes the fun part of the day, Keitaro." Kitsune said with a wink as she pulled the manager forward.
"And that would be?" Keitaro asked unenthusiastically.
"If Su's trees don't get a good trim every now again this place can get messy. So here are your clippers and oh yeah watch out for the birds, good luck." Kitsune yelled as she pushed Keitaro into the room and closed the door.
"Seriously man, fuck me." Keitaro dead panned as a flock of rather unhappy birds flew over him, the manager leapt out of the way in time before becoming the target of white shower.
Keitaro swaggered into the kitchen looking for nourishment. He had never felt this tired since gunslinger training. "Hey is there any of that rice I made left?"
Naru opened one eye as she heard the young man. "Sorry we ate it all, have fun with that microwavable ramen over there though." Naru pointed to a cup of ramen with her chopsticks.
"Well don't I feel special." Keitaro said sarcastically as he picked up the ramen and swaggered off. Naru turned to stare after him when she was sure he wasn't looking, the fiery tempered girl was actually quite impressed that even though the boy was clearly exhausted he did not let it stop him from fulfilling their commands.
Keitaro fell to his mat and fell asleep without changing, he was out like a light. The former gunslinger drifted off into a deep sleep that had not happened to him in a fairly long time.
"You will be the guardians of Japan, the heroes of the public, and the pride of all that is right within our great nation." A hardy voice declared. It came from a tall and fierce looking man who was dressed in his military uniform.
"You are young and simple but with our training you will become the greatest heroes of your time. Welcome my children to the next step in the Japanese government's triumph against evil." The military commander announced with overwhelming pride. The military officials cheered and clapped but the many youths within the crowd were unsure what to make of what they were hearing.
Keitaro stared down at his hands. They were not the calloused large ones he knew, neither were the short legs under him. The boy realized he was ten years old again and sitting in the large conference room where his life as a gunslinger began. He may have been reliving a memory but it was also his dream he could do what he wanted if he felt so inclined to.
"You worthless liar!" nine year old Keitaro shouted in his high pitched voice, it would appear no one heard him not even those next to him. "You disgusting bastard you destroyed me and my friends. You took away the innocence of so many undeserving children."
Still no body heard him. The young Keitaro rose from his seat and began to force his small body through the crowd to where the large man stood. He moved forward until he was face to knee with the large man. Keitaro looked up at him with a glare full of blood thirsty hatred.
"You bastard you took my life away from me!" Keitaro jumped from his spot and soared towards the head of the officer. Everything went white, and then cleared up again. Kieitaro landed in a pitch black surrounding, he felt like himself again like he was in his own body until he looked down at his hands again. He held two blood splattered pistols in his hands. The young man flung them out of his hands in disgust. He looked at his arms and front they too were blood stained, looking into a puddle of water Keitaro saw that his face was covered in fresh blood.
Keitaro screamed angrily but he did not wake up. The gunslinger slapped his hands against his face and tried desperately to wipe away the blood. The movement caused him to disorient himself and slam against a wall. Keitaro began to sob; he hated this he thought it was over. He had left that life behind; he no longer spilled another man's blood. What was the message of this dream, no this nightmare.
As Keitaro held his face he heard a sound somewhere off in the distance. He wandered toward the noise of two people conversing. The gunslinger ducked behind a nearby pillar as he witnessed a boy and the military officer from the first dream standing next to a small large animal cage. This seemed so familiar.
"Do you see what I hold in my hand Keitaro?" the officer inquired as he held something small and white in his hands. The boy nodded in response as he looked up at the little rabbit in his commander's hands. The twenty year old Keitaro looked on in anger; the memory was becoming so clear now.
"Good, Keitaro now watch." The commander held the rabbit in one hand so that it its upper body stuck out the top of his hand and the lower part hung loosely. The officer reached out closing his palm onto the head of the rabbit and twisted its neck in one swift motion. Little Keitaro screamed out in shock at what he had just seen. Somebody from behind whacked Little Keitaro in the back of his head, the officer's assistant.
"Remember my words, Keitaro. You will witness death with no emotion; it must be common to you if you are to truly accept it as your tool as a guardian." The officer commanded sternly. Keitaro could only nod with tears in his eyes. Adult Keitaro punched the pillar he had ducked behind and walked toward the demented commander.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Is this how you get off? Huh?!" Keitaro shouted into the still taller man's ear, apparently the man did not hear him. Keitaro tried pushing the man but his hand went right through him. "Damn visions."
The image disappeared and another reappeared behind the frustrated gunslinger. Memories recreated themselves as Keitaro's mental conditioning came back to him. The same event happened in front of him; Little Keitaro only flinched at the sight. "Good Keitaro, you are becoming stronger."
The rabbit's head was snapped once again. This time eleven year old Keitaro did not even flinch. He just stared at the sight with no emotion in his face like it was just something that happened every day. "Very good, Keitaro, very good."
The officer tossed the lifeless mammal into the cage and walked away. The younger Keitaro went up to the cage and stared at the body as tears welled up in his eyes he didn't seem to notice though.
Adult Keitaro approached the forlorn boy and paused a few inches behind his younger self. He wasn't exactly sure what to do. "You have forgotten haven't you?"
"What?"
"You have forgotten the promise that you made so long ago?"
"What promise?" Keitaro had no idea what his younger form was trying to remind him of.
"You let that bastard twist your mind. You gave in, and that is why you lost yourself."
"What does this all mean?" What did Little Keitaro mean by telling him all this.
"You want to escape? You want to change?"
Keitaro put his hand on his younger self's shoulder and turned him around; it appeared things were not made of mental vapor anymore. "Well do you want to truly escape?"
"Ye…Yes," Keitaro replied as he stared into the cold face of his younger self.
"Then remember the promise and fulfill it!" Keitaro shot up from his pillow and clenched his sweat covered forehead.
Keitaro grabbed his watch and stared at the digital numbers on it. "Three-thirty," Keitaro panted.
Keitar woke up again to feel the warmth of the sun's rays hitting his face. He stared at his clock to see it was eight in the morning, but what had woke him up was not his internal clock but the sound of his phone ringing. The manager looked at his caller id, it read unknown.
"Hello?" Keitaro answered in a yawn.
"Would I be speaking to a Mister Keitaro Urashima?" A gentle man's voice inquired on the other side of the line. Keitaro took a few minutes to answer; he hoped the agency hadn't found him. "Hello is anyone there?"
"Depends on who's asking." Keitaro replied sternly.
"Ah, so you must be Mister Urashima. Well then I would like you to meet me in the center of Hinata Park as soon by eleven-thirty today, thank you for your time." The other end cut off before Keitaro could respond.
"Hey wait a minute." The dial tone was the bewildered manager's only response. Keitaro growled and slapped the flip phone shut, because it was a new day Keitaro decided to shower off and spend some time in his heated bathing tub.
A strange pale hand hung the black pay phone back onto its resting place and disappeared as the sound of hard-soled wingtips walked away from the area.
"Did anyone hear Keitaro screaming last night?" Kitsune asked as they all sat at in the dining room eating breakfast. "It sounded pretty creepy."
"Maybe he was having nightmares about Motoko." Su joked as she chewed down some bacon.
"No I don't think that was it." Naru said thoughtfully as she stared out the window. Something was not right about this boy.
"I agree, something is deeply troubling Urashima." Motoko concurred in her usual cold manner.
"Well then what do you suppose the kid's having nightmares about then?" Kitsune wondered aloud. None of the girls could really answer. "I guess the kid's not use to hard labor then."
"That's not it either, Kitsune." Motoko said with a sigh.
Naru didn't say anything but she was worried about what her best friend could be cooking up inside her head. Kitsune could be very crafty when she wasn't busy lounging or partying. Especially when it involved snooping into other people's lives.
Keitaro walked into his room as he dried himself off. He considered whether or not he should meet with who ever called him an hour ago. Something told him he should, so Keitaro followed his instinct and dressed himself. Keitaro snuck out of the inn and walked toward Haruka's tea house. It was not that he didn't want to eat with the girls but he wanted to visit his friend Shirai and well in all honesty they weren't very good cooks.
"Hey Auntie?" Keitaro hollered as he walked in front of the teahouse. A book flew from out the door and nicked the gunslinger right in the head.
"What did I tell you about using that word?" Haruka asked as she leaned over the porch's railing to greet Keitaro.
"Right, right sorry Haruka." Keitaro apologized in a sarcastic tone.
"What can I do for you Kei?"
"I have some errands to run, I was wondering if you could just make sure the girls don't tear the place apart." Keitaro replied with a smile.
"You know they seem to have more fun when you're around." Haruka observed taking a drag from her cigarette.
"You think so?" Keitaro asked unaware that the tenants were not as energetic without him around.
"It sure looks that way." Haruka replied with a half smile so that her Marlboro stuck out of the corner of her mouth.
"Well I got to get going so can you watch out for the inn while I'm gone."
"I got it kid, don't you worry about it." Haruka replied flatly.
Keitaro sat with his friend Shirai who had a few minutes before it was time before he had to get back to caring for his restaurant. "You know I feel kinda guilty about my place doing so well now."
"What makes you say that?" Keitaro inquired.
"Well, one of the main reasons business has been getting better is because the Maeharas closed shop because of family problems, you know they have a daughter and everything." Shirai explained.
"That would damper the fortune in your success." Keitaro agreed as he finished his breakfast.
"Of course it would man. You know one part of me is happy with the success but how it came about just don't sit right with me." The sundered cook explained again.
"Hey man I got something for you." Shirai pulled out a green shirt with the words Bounty Hunter boldly and largely printed on the front of the shirt along with a crescent moon.
"Ah man that's a fucked up joke." Keitaro remarked as he stared dumbfounded at the offending shirt.
"C'mon man, one of the best gunslingers who ever lived was a bounty hunter. It's pretty funny when you think about it." Shirai countered with a grin.
Keitaro sighed. "I'm still not exactly sure why I took that up. I guess thought I was doing some good."
Shirai laughed because in the entire system of law enforcers. A bounty hunter in these modern times was right above a meter maid. Maybe when man finally settled the endless frontier of space by creating colonies on other planets and mastering intergalactic travel then there would be a need for bounty hunters to chase down criminals that could run to other galaxies. Then perhaps a bounty hunter would be relied upon but that was a long time from now.
"So how's the Hinata Inn job going?" Shirai asked.
"It's interesting so far." Keitaro said of his experiences at the dormitory. "Oh yeah the job I got was as a manager and you want to hear the kicker, turns out it was changed into an all girls dormitory."
"No way Kei, you lucky dog!" Shirai exclaimed. "And here I thought I was living the life."
"Well it's not as great as it sounds." Keitaro stated.
"How so?" a bewildered Shirai asked.
"Well…" Keitaro thought back to the two executions, Naru, Su, and then the manager's day from hell. Shirai would undoubtedly never let him live it down. "Uh let's just say that I'm making an uneasy transition to civilian life."
The former gunslinger said good-bye to his friend as he stepped outside of the restaurant and walked on to the park. Keitaro entered the central area of the large park where the voice on the phone had said they'd be waiting.
Keitaro froze in his tracks as he saw who sat there. The purple-eyed albino sat there in a comfortable manner with one leg resting over the other as he read a book, The Art of War. Keitaro walked forward and for once in a long time he was unsure if he should kill or not.
Well I'm sick and I'm not getting any better. It's really pissing me off but anyways I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and of course thanks to every one who has read and enjoyed the story.