Hi all, anyways, the last uploading seemed to have.misplaced the following
section due to unknown reasons..but just in case you missed this section,
you can read it again.
(I'm sorry if I neglected to tell you this. *.* or (BOLD) means thoughts or
something in a different language.
TO MAGATSU AND O-
YU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
O-Yu flipped over and over in bed, and couldn't go to sleep. No, it wasn't because he's horny or anything. Just troubled, he doesn't know why he was troubled, perhaps he was troubled by the fact that he doesn't know what he's troubled about.or perhaps he was troubled because no girls liked him. * Even TaiTai could find some one who cares about him very much.* He sighed heavily then decided to walk it off.
"Hey, Taitai, I'm goanna go take a piss alright?" O-yu shook Magatsu.
"mmm.." Magatsu didn't really stir.
"be right back, Taitai!" he tried again.
"Hai.O-rmmm.ai." Magatsu rolled to his side.
* What did he call me?* O-Yu mentally shrugged it off. * Ah, well.*
O-yu silently slid the door closed and went down stairs. One thing he always loved about the night is that no one is there to bother him. The moon shone brightly and there was not a soul in the world on the street (besides strays and.well, thieves and assassins who prefer to do their things at night).O-Yu stuffed his (probably Master Sori's) European short sword up his sleeves and stepped onto the empty street with his bare feet.
The night was much colder than he cared to remember, he shivered when a gust of wind blew loose his hair, which was held in a small pony tail at his nape. He looked at his reflection in a puddle.
* Great, now I look like a girl. Some sick minded rapist is sure to show up and try his stuff on me.*
O-yu heard some footsteps behind him. He turned around abruptly, some one able to evade his ears until this close up is bound to be powerful.
"meow" the 'powerful' enemy said.
"Hello, kitty." O-yu picked up the cat. It was pure black (which was rare for Japanese cats) and had two eyes like two blue gemstones.
"Aren't you pretty." O-yu said rubbing the cat with much affection. "yeah, I guess only you would pity me now."
It purred.
"Yeah, you wanna play?" he put the cat down and walked two steps. The cat followed. "Pretty kitty. I shall call you.Cat! And your nickname shall be Kitty. How's that?" (So much of originality.)
The cat rubbed against his legs.
"I guess you like that name hun? Well, I like you too, you are pretty kitty." O-Yu picked it up and walked towards the lake. "Then we should watch the moon together. You and me.I hope Magatsu is here right now, you'll LOVE his haircut.ah well."
O-yu sat down at the band with a small piece of bamboo branch between his lips.
"I like you Cat." He said as Cat jumped into his lap.
"I was hoping that you would." O-yu jumped up, not many people can sneak up on him like this!
ON TO THE REAL CHAPTER 4 !!!!!!!!!
"she seems to like you too." Said the voice.
"um.Oji-san(uncle)?" O-yu felt like shrinking from the voice.
"Hai, Yuko." Said the dark figure.
"Heh." O-yu fumbled with his shirt trying to find a respectful thing to say, nothing came up. * Oh , crap, he's goanna tell mother this.then.ah, kuso.* O-yu shrank from his uncle's glare.
"you know." O-yu's uncle cleared his throat and tried to act respectable, "I was once very much like you. Young and." he paused and studied O-yu head to toe, "even though not as womanly, I was.erm. I am very disappointed in you, young." he studied O-yu again, "You don't even look like a young man! Ack."
"Sorry, Sori-San, lost my hair tie." O-yu scratched the back of his head.
"right." Sensei Sori folded his hands. "don't change the subject, young man. The point is, your mother is putting a lot of trust in you to become the leader of your dojo. Even though she is only my sister-in-law I still respect her wishes. So," Sensei Sori cleared his throat again, "aren't you supposed to be practicing sword painting right now?"
"erm." O-Yu looked down at Cat, "but Cat."
"is your birthday present." Sensei Sori smiled at the youngster.
"birthday?" O-yu couldn't remember the last time some one reminded him of his birthday.
"yeah, it's today, did you know that?"
O-yu shook his head, "ever since father died when I was five, I have never had a birthday. Mother and I have been wondering around, looking for you since two years ago."
"well, I still remember the day you were born. Ah, your father was so happy that he finally got an heir for his dojo. Of course I did a sketch of you. You were round and.I remember you being very round." Sori smiled at himself, very satisfied with his memories.
"Gee, thanks uncle." O-yu said, ignoring the last comment.
"you are wel.Wait, I am not finished with you yet, young man!" Sori said, taking out a daito (Katana), "for your birth day. it's traditional to get sixteen spankings for your sixteenth birth day. But, today, heh..I'll fight you with only this word (I know you have hidden weapons so don't pretend you can't fight). No holding back on both of us. We score points by drawing blood on opponent. If you wound me sixteen times first, I'll let you wonder where ever you want. But if I win.heh..heh, it's back to the drawing board with you (quite literally)!"
"." O-yu slowly pulled the dagger out of his sleeve and gave Master Sori a sheepish grin.
"so THAT'S where it went. I've been looking for it ever since you and that bird nest haired ninjia ."
"Magatsu?"
"Hai. The one with the defiant hair." Sori nodded his head then tilted his chin up. "why do you hang with him like that? You could have beaten him easily."
"yeah." O-Yu looked in the direction of the inn. hopefully, he'll be alright tonight. by the time O-yu looked back, master Sori already had his sword swinning towards him in a graceful arc.
"Lesson number one!" Sori smiled, distinctly took the upper hand. "Kenjutsu is an art! Therefore never EVER take your eyes off the art work!"
"Hai, Sensei." O-yu blocked the strike with his sheath. The surface of the blade traced down the sheath. O-yu dropped the dagger before the blade hit his hand and unsheathed it in the air.
"not bad." Sori snickered and launched at him again. O-yu side stepped the attack but master Sori was much faster. The katana left a small line of blood on O-yu's left arm. O-yu blinked but immediately stroked back and drew blood on master Sori's shoulder. Master Sori let his arm drop the edge of the katana went straight towards O-yu's left thigh. "Ah." O-yu gasped and tried to jump out of the way but still got scratched.
"an other point." Master Sori said as he swinged his sword in an endless figure eight. O-yu was forced back two step and defending himself fine. But he could see no opening.
Sweat drops slowly rolled down O-yu's forehead. He got nicked five times more. seven to two. O-yu took another step back. Where is his weak spot? If I just carelessly slash at him, my dagger will just slide on his blade or maybe even break. If I thrust my dagger then it might get caught in the circling blade and break. Suddenly, like thunders rolling across a cloudless sky, the realization came to him. The center of the figure eight! Master Sori's sword slows down every time it reaches the center of the figure eight because instead of going down, his momentum of the sword was used to circle back up and to do that fluidly he needed to use his muscle to, temporarily, go against the momentum.
O-yu waited until the right moment and thrusted his sword at the exact spot. DING! Blue sparks jumped at where the two blades collided. And the katana was stopped. Master Sori, jumped back in shock.
"You.broke my strongest technique!" His eyes wild and almost dropped his Katana. "I've been using this for the last thirty years and no one had EVER. you have potentials my boy. Even without practicing like a professional swords man you can break this technique! That's.I will do everything I can tonight to make sure you lose!" Master Sori gripped his katana as tightly as he could, "I have to make sure that you train as hard as you can to Japan's most powerful swordsman!"
"but." O-yu looked at his dagger, wind kissed his hair every so gently. "Why would I want to become Japan's most powerful swordsman?"
"because that's your father's dying wish. When you father was wounded he told me his last wish 'Onisan,' he said, 'all those fightings.and for what? revenge! That's what we all do, isn't it? You kill one of my man and I vow to kill yours then we just keep on killing and the hatred just gets down deeper and deeper.there is only one thing I wish Yuko to do."
"and what is that?" O-yu asked since Master Sori suddenly stopped speaking.
"he wanted you to... He said it doesn't matter if you are a good swords man or not, he want you to perfect the way of the sword and walk the path of the sword but, he said the most important thing is.to learn how NOT to kill with the sword.he.didn't realize how hard that level can be. To not kill with the sword.even I have not yet achieved that level." Master Sori's face tightened.
"Sou.ka." O-yu stared at his dagger, "is that so.?"
"H.hai." master Sori also looked at his swork.
"I.understand." O-yu's eyes blurred at the memories of his father.
"Good boy." Master Sori studied O-yu's face, "again!"
"Hai." TEEEHEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There goes another one...Just so that you know, I like Yuko-kun A LOT! You probably could tell. But ah well. life is good, ne? Please write some review.I am tempted to stop this fanfic now since no one is readin' it..sniff sniff...soooo sad.sniff sniff.
Juu-Chan
O-Yu flipped over and over in bed, and couldn't go to sleep. No, it wasn't because he's horny or anything. Just troubled, he doesn't know why he was troubled, perhaps he was troubled by the fact that he doesn't know what he's troubled about.or perhaps he was troubled because no girls liked him. * Even TaiTai could find some one who cares about him very much.* He sighed heavily then decided to walk it off.
"Hey, Taitai, I'm goanna go take a piss alright?" O-yu shook Magatsu.
"mmm.." Magatsu didn't really stir.
"be right back, Taitai!" he tried again.
"Hai.O-rmmm.ai." Magatsu rolled to his side.
* What did he call me?* O-Yu mentally shrugged it off. * Ah, well.*
O-yu silently slid the door closed and went down stairs. One thing he always loved about the night is that no one is there to bother him. The moon shone brightly and there was not a soul in the world on the street (besides strays and.well, thieves and assassins who prefer to do their things at night).O-Yu stuffed his (probably Master Sori's) European short sword up his sleeves and stepped onto the empty street with his bare feet.
The night was much colder than he cared to remember, he shivered when a gust of wind blew loose his hair, which was held in a small pony tail at his nape. He looked at his reflection in a puddle.
* Great, now I look like a girl. Some sick minded rapist is sure to show up and try his stuff on me.*
O-yu heard some footsteps behind him. He turned around abruptly, some one able to evade his ears until this close up is bound to be powerful.
"meow" the 'powerful' enemy said.
"Hello, kitty." O-yu picked up the cat. It was pure black (which was rare for Japanese cats) and had two eyes like two blue gemstones.
"Aren't you pretty." O-yu said rubbing the cat with much affection. "yeah, I guess only you would pity me now."
It purred.
"Yeah, you wanna play?" he put the cat down and walked two steps. The cat followed. "Pretty kitty. I shall call you.Cat! And your nickname shall be Kitty. How's that?" (So much of originality.)
The cat rubbed against his legs.
"I guess you like that name hun? Well, I like you too, you are pretty kitty." O-Yu picked it up and walked towards the lake. "Then we should watch the moon together. You and me.I hope Magatsu is here right now, you'll LOVE his haircut.ah well."
O-yu sat down at the band with a small piece of bamboo branch between his lips.
"I like you Cat." He said as Cat jumped into his lap.
"I was hoping that you would." O-yu jumped up, not many people can sneak up on him like this!
ON TO THE REAL CHAPTER 4 !!!!!!!!!
"she seems to like you too." Said the voice.
"um.Oji-san(uncle)?" O-yu felt like shrinking from the voice.
"Hai, Yuko." Said the dark figure.
"Heh." O-yu fumbled with his shirt trying to find a respectful thing to say, nothing came up. * Oh , crap, he's goanna tell mother this.then.ah, kuso.* O-yu shrank from his uncle's glare.
"you know." O-yu's uncle cleared his throat and tried to act respectable, "I was once very much like you. Young and." he paused and studied O-yu head to toe, "even though not as womanly, I was.erm. I am very disappointed in you, young." he studied O-yu again, "You don't even look like a young man! Ack."
"Sorry, Sori-San, lost my hair tie." O-yu scratched the back of his head.
"right." Sensei Sori folded his hands. "don't change the subject, young man. The point is, your mother is putting a lot of trust in you to become the leader of your dojo. Even though she is only my sister-in-law I still respect her wishes. So," Sensei Sori cleared his throat again, "aren't you supposed to be practicing sword painting right now?"
"erm." O-Yu looked down at Cat, "but Cat."
"is your birthday present." Sensei Sori smiled at the youngster.
"birthday?" O-yu couldn't remember the last time some one reminded him of his birthday.
"yeah, it's today, did you know that?"
O-yu shook his head, "ever since father died when I was five, I have never had a birthday. Mother and I have been wondering around, looking for you since two years ago."
"well, I still remember the day you were born. Ah, your father was so happy that he finally got an heir for his dojo. Of course I did a sketch of you. You were round and.I remember you being very round." Sori smiled at himself, very satisfied with his memories.
"Gee, thanks uncle." O-yu said, ignoring the last comment.
"you are wel.Wait, I am not finished with you yet, young man!" Sori said, taking out a daito (Katana), "for your birth day. it's traditional to get sixteen spankings for your sixteenth birth day. But, today, heh..I'll fight you with only this word (I know you have hidden weapons so don't pretend you can't fight). No holding back on both of us. We score points by drawing blood on opponent. If you wound me sixteen times first, I'll let you wonder where ever you want. But if I win.heh..heh, it's back to the drawing board with you (quite literally)!"
"." O-yu slowly pulled the dagger out of his sleeve and gave Master Sori a sheepish grin.
"so THAT'S where it went. I've been looking for it ever since you and that bird nest haired ninjia ."
"Magatsu?"
"Hai. The one with the defiant hair." Sori nodded his head then tilted his chin up. "why do you hang with him like that? You could have beaten him easily."
"yeah." O-Yu looked in the direction of the inn. hopefully, he'll be alright tonight. by the time O-yu looked back, master Sori already had his sword swinning towards him in a graceful arc.
"Lesson number one!" Sori smiled, distinctly took the upper hand. "Kenjutsu is an art! Therefore never EVER take your eyes off the art work!"
"Hai, Sensei." O-yu blocked the strike with his sheath. The surface of the blade traced down the sheath. O-yu dropped the dagger before the blade hit his hand and unsheathed it in the air.
"not bad." Sori snickered and launched at him again. O-yu side stepped the attack but master Sori was much faster. The katana left a small line of blood on O-yu's left arm. O-yu blinked but immediately stroked back and drew blood on master Sori's shoulder. Master Sori let his arm drop the edge of the katana went straight towards O-yu's left thigh. "Ah." O-yu gasped and tried to jump out of the way but still got scratched.
"an other point." Master Sori said as he swinged his sword in an endless figure eight. O-yu was forced back two step and defending himself fine. But he could see no opening.
Sweat drops slowly rolled down O-yu's forehead. He got nicked five times more. seven to two. O-yu took another step back. Where is his weak spot? If I just carelessly slash at him, my dagger will just slide on his blade or maybe even break. If I thrust my dagger then it might get caught in the circling blade and break. Suddenly, like thunders rolling across a cloudless sky, the realization came to him. The center of the figure eight! Master Sori's sword slows down every time it reaches the center of the figure eight because instead of going down, his momentum of the sword was used to circle back up and to do that fluidly he needed to use his muscle to, temporarily, go against the momentum.
O-yu waited until the right moment and thrusted his sword at the exact spot. DING! Blue sparks jumped at where the two blades collided. And the katana was stopped. Master Sori, jumped back in shock.
"You.broke my strongest technique!" His eyes wild and almost dropped his Katana. "I've been using this for the last thirty years and no one had EVER. you have potentials my boy. Even without practicing like a professional swords man you can break this technique! That's.I will do everything I can tonight to make sure you lose!" Master Sori gripped his katana as tightly as he could, "I have to make sure that you train as hard as you can to Japan's most powerful swordsman!"
"but." O-yu looked at his dagger, wind kissed his hair every so gently. "Why would I want to become Japan's most powerful swordsman?"
"because that's your father's dying wish. When you father was wounded he told me his last wish 'Onisan,' he said, 'all those fightings.and for what? revenge! That's what we all do, isn't it? You kill one of my man and I vow to kill yours then we just keep on killing and the hatred just gets down deeper and deeper.there is only one thing I wish Yuko to do."
"and what is that?" O-yu asked since Master Sori suddenly stopped speaking.
"he wanted you to... He said it doesn't matter if you are a good swords man or not, he want you to perfect the way of the sword and walk the path of the sword but, he said the most important thing is.to learn how NOT to kill with the sword.he.didn't realize how hard that level can be. To not kill with the sword.even I have not yet achieved that level." Master Sori's face tightened.
"Sou.ka." O-yu stared at his dagger, "is that so.?"
"H.hai." master Sori also looked at his swork.
"I.understand." O-yu's eyes blurred at the memories of his father.
"Good boy." Master Sori studied O-yu's face, "again!"
"Hai." TEEEHEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There goes another one...Just so that you know, I like Yuko-kun A LOT! You probably could tell. But ah well. life is good, ne? Please write some review.I am tempted to stop this fanfic now since no one is readin' it..sniff sniff...soooo sad.sniff sniff.
Juu-Chan
