Yosho's Tales...
Author: Daferge
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Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo! is a copyright of AIC/Pioneer Ltd.
All respective characters are property of their original owners. All original characters and ideas are the property of the author...
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( Author's note... )
This takes place in an alternate Dimension and is not a rewriting of known history in our Dimension, so please enjoy...
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Yosho's Tales...
Chapter 10... The crown...
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( 22nd August 1485, Central England... )
A thin male with long dark hair was leaning against a tall English Oak, his eyes closed...
Another male, in a long robe stood knelt next to him, carefully examining the wound in the others side...
The cut was deep and had caused much bleeding, even with pressure it still allowed precious blood to escape...
Even so, that was not the wound that was slowly draining life from his friend, that was a smaller hole in his lower back...
At the one small spot, just wide enough to let a long thin dagger through his his protective armor...
A weakness known to few and only too his closest acquaintances...
And it had been some one that he had considered a friend and allies who had gotten behind him in the battle and thrust the dagger into his back...
The older male shook his head, too much damage had been done to the younger male's insides...
He was bleeding too much within, it was only a matter of time...
It was a shame...
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Slowly the younger male began to open his eyes and take in his surrounding...
He tried to move, but the only response he got was sharp jabbing pain...
He didn't even have the energy to scream...
He did feel the hand on his shoulder, steadying him...
His eyes were able to see the hand and the ring on it's middle finger...
There was only one ring in all of England that looked like that...
And it's owner was one of the very few people he truly trusted...
He slumped back against the oak...
He was safe for the moment...
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( A good distance away... )
On a slight mound, a number of males in metal armor had gathered...
Another male, without armor, rushes up...
" MY LORD!... We've found him!... "
The male in the middle of the group stepped forward, removing his helmet to reveal short black hair...
Reaching the new comer he spoke in a low voice...
" Are you sure?... "
The male considered his reply...
" His garb is as described and several swear he was the one leading the attack on your person... "
Glancing around he pulled out two objects, one large, one small...
A large band of metal and a small ring...
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( Back at the tree... )
As the younger man looked up, he noticed a movement behind his friend...
An enemy soldier stepped from the nearby brush and saw them...
Quickly he lifted a large ax over his head and charged them, smiling...
But before the younger male could say any thing, his friend had removed something from his waist and thrust it into their attackers stomach, stopping his forward movement...
A surprised look on his face, the attacker dropped his ax and looked down at the object that had been thrust into his belly...
The look changed to one of amazement as he fell backwards to the ground without uttering a sound...
The young male smiled as he saw the odd object in his friend's hand...
It had been a while, but it was nice to know that he had really seem it before...
Especially the foot long blade made of what looked like it was made of light...
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( The mound... )
Taking the ring and metal loop, the armored male smiled and spoke softly to the other...
" Take some trusted men, wrap the body in cloth and remove it from the field... "
He took a moment to consider a few things...
" Take it to my tent and don't let it out of your sight... If any thing happens to it, YOUR life will be forfeit... You understand?... "
Seeing the lord's eyes, the male just nodded his head...
" Tell, NO one!... "
With a nod of his head the Lord turned back to the others on the mound, smiling...
The soldier stood for just a moment before leaving, now wishing he hadn't been the one chosen to bring the news...
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( The tree... )
The younger male twitched as his friend examined the wound in his side...
In their short time together, he could never read his unusual friend's expressions, until now...
" That Bad?... "
He smiled as the others eye went up and he sighed...
" I regret so... "
The young male sighed...
" At-least my nephews will survive... "
Smiling, his friend nodded his head...
" Sending them north was the best solution... After the attempt on their lives by Henry's assassins... If you and James had not been secretly visiting them, they would have been dead... "
The younger male nodded his head...
" Edward realized at once that it had to be done... He has a fine head on his shoulders and I intend to keep it there... However, Richard is still very young... He seems to take after the uncle he was named after... "
This caused the older male to smile...
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( The mound... )
Rejoining the others, the dark haired male held up the ring and metal band...
" His body has been found... "
After a moment or two, his comrade began to go down on one knee...
Only one other remained standing and he held up his sword and shouted loudly..
" THE KING IS DEAD!... LONG LIVE KING HENRY!... "
Others on the field below began to look at the mound and then take up the chant...
" THE KING IS DEAD!... LONG LIVE KING HENRY!... "
" THE KING IS DEAD!... LONG LIVE KING HENRY!... "
" THE KING IS DEAD!... LONG LIVE KING HENRY!... "
Smiling, the man who had once known as Henry Tudor, the 2nd Earl of Buckingham, head of the house of Tudor, now became Henry the 7th, King of England and Lord of Ireland...
All with the placing of the king's circlet, taken from Richard's body, on his head...
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( At the tree... )
The two could hear the noise and soon could even make out the words...
The younger male, Richard Plantagenet of the house of York, also known as Richard the 3rd, smiled...
" They seem to be celebrating a bit too soon, don't you think?... "
His friend, a visitor from far away smiled back...
Yosho Masaki, better know as Katsuhito Masaki, knew that it wouldn't be too long before it was true...
After a moment Richard continued...
" I guess they discovered young William's body... After Baron Stanley's servant stabbed me in the back, allowing William to dress as me was the only way to keep the army together... And his charge directly at Tudor himself would have succeeded if Stanley and the others hadn't changed sides at that moment... "
Katsuhito nodded his head...
He had give his friend something for the pain, but the damage caused by the servant's dagger, to his body, was too serious...
There was no medicine on this world that could help and any possible off world help would be too late...
Katsuhito was going to have to watch another person he'd come to know, die...
It didn't get any easier...
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The dying king managed a smile...
" I was so sure that getting Edward and Richard declared Bastards would protect them, but Tudor decided to use them against me any way... Edward understood when I explained it to him... Unlike his brother, he'd seen the kind of things that went on in court... There was no way a 13 year old could survive what had cost my brother his life... His only chance was to trust in his uncle... "
Katsuhito nodded his head...
Richard continued...
" Make sure they don't get my body... You know who to take it to, if you can... "
He coughed...
" Also the letters I wrote... If you can deliver them!... "
He coughed again, leaning back against the tree...
" If Tutor keeps his word and marries my niece Elizabeth, this War of the Roses will be ended at last... And there will be peace... "
Katsuhito decided not to tell him that, although Tudor would wed Elizabeth, few males of the house of York would survive and conflict would continue...
But he did have one last bit of good news...
" Though it disappears for now... The house of Plantagenet will one day return... "
With that, the last monarch to die in battle in England proper closed his eyes and died with a smile...
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( Today, Prefecture of Okayama, Japan... )
Katsuhito was in his office, the monthly paperwork was done and he wasn't inspired to write any poems...
Picking up the small Ipod Washu had recently given him, he scrolled through a number of items until he came to a site dealing with Leicestershire England...
It gave an update on the search for Grayfriars church and the remains of infamous Richard the 3rd, a one time monarch of England...
Katsuhito smiled, it was a long shot if the found the remains, the problem would be that they wouldn't be those of the fallen king...
In the final battle, a look alike had stood in for the wounded King, after he was stabbed in the back...
It had been the final chance to save the day, it had failed...
Katsuhito had secretly buried Richard's body in a secluded portion of St. George's Chapel in Windsor Castle, near his older brother Edward, who had been monarch before him...
It had been his final wish as he lay dying on Bosworth Field so long ago...
After a while Katsuhito decided to consult Washu, perhaps they could find some way of returning the young king to his people...
He chuckled, things were looking up...
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To be continued...
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