NEW ROSE
A FLAME OF RECCA FANFIC
By Paul D. Wright
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would . . .
Part Three: Everybody gotta go, Oto Oto . . .
Kuganei Kaoru raced down the street. He had awakened late, Recca having forgotten to get him
up, and now, he was late.
Cursing, he turned into the schoolyard, deftly bypassing his fan club, and went straight into the
hall, missing several violent encounters with morons. He entered the classroom, and sat down, as
the teacher started.
"A new student, class. Come on in."
The door opened, and Kuganei nearly fell out of his seat. he recognized this person. All too well
did he recognize her. His fanclub had noticed his look of surprise, and were now swearing
vengeance on this new girl, who had now reached the desk, and stood in front of the blackboard.
"Your new student. class. This is..."
"Namaeno Aki", said the new girl, her cold eyes staring at nothing in front of them. her hair was
blue, her form slender, and her eyes, large. She was dressed in the usual school uniform, which
clashed oddly, though none of the other students could say why. Kuganei heard the whispered
approval of the boys in the class, the catty comments of the girls. He watched her wearily. She
looked at him, his heart nearly stopped.
He swallowed past the large lump in his throught.
"Hey, Kuganei." Whispered the boy sitting in front of him, "You know that girl?"
"Yeah, you could say that..."
"Oh, yeah.. how 'bout an intro, eh?"
"No, no.. I know her casually... She.."
The teacher had told Aki to take a seat. she strode down to the proffered seat, just ahead, and to
the left of Kuganei. She paused, and looked at him, her cold eyes seeming to search his soul.
Abruptly, she turned and sat down, and he let out the breath he had been holding.
Recca and the other should know of this, he though. Then, I hope she's not here for Yanagi...
Kuganei ran down the hall, past teachers who kept yelling at him to stop, past overconfident oafs
bulling some weaker specimen, past girls putting books in locker, gossip hanging on their lips,
past jocks with post practice aroma, and up the stairs, toward the roof. He flung the door open,
and rushed out. He leaned back against the door, and caught his breath. Losing his fanclub had
been far more difficult this time, they seemed to know all the places he frequented. He sighed.
He'd tried to tell them that he really didn't know Aki well, but they weren't buying it. Why were
relationships so difficult sometimes...?
"Welcome, Kuganei Kaoru," said a voice.
He looked up instantly, saw the last person who he needed to see just then.
"Aki...." he breathed.
She stared at him. Her eyes, large and blue, almost hypnotizing. Kuganei shook himself.
"Why are you here," he yelled. She smirked.
"It's been a year, hasn't it, Kuganei," she said, her soft, emotionless voice barely changing, "since
you left us. Since you betrayed Kurei-sama."
Kuganei flinched. But, he yelled back:
"Kurei betrayed me! He said, he promised, not to hurt Yanagi..."
He stopped, his voice choked with emotion.
Aki turned and looked out thru the fence, over the fields, the grounds. On the sports field, a new
set of jocks were playing in the cool sun. A few feet away, a group of girls practiced flinging
batons in the air.
Another, band students marched in ragged precision across a grass-covered field. She looked, for
a moment, almost wistful. Then, the moment passed, and when she looked again at Kuganei, her
eyes were cold, fish eyes, with no trace of warmth in them.
"You left us. And then, you fought against us. A double crime. Kurei never could forgive you."
"So, you're here as assassin, then."
"No."
Kuganei looked up, surprised. She was still staring, but with nothing resembling hate in her eyes.
"Then what...?"
Just then, the door opened, nearly sending Kuganei into the far wall, as Aki sweat dropped. Thru
the door rushed kuganeis "Fanclub". They saw Aki there, and Kuganei in the corner, and glared at
her.
"What are you doing to our Kuganei," one yelled.
"If you've injured him..." another started.
Aki started walking. The other girls moved to Kuganei, and stood in front of him, a defensive
motion.
She walked on the door, opened it. She paused, turned to him, said:
"Our discussion can wait for later, kuganei kaoru. Tell your Hokage. Tell them, to watch their
backs. Watch the healing girl."
With that, she disappeared down the stairs, leaving a confused Kougon Anki master, and several
irate girls.
"You told them?"
Aki stopped, turning around. Around her, the street was as it usually was. Car littered the street,
people loitered around. Faint smells of food preparation wafted in, with pungent gas odors
underneath.
Behind her, a girl stood. Her reddish-pink hair hang loose, her eyes stared boldly at the younger
girl.
"I told them, older sister Miki. I'm not sure they believe it, but that's there problem."
"Maybe. Unless they believe it's us they need to fear."
Aki sighed. It had been a rough day. She had nearly had the urge to murder several girls to-day,
mostly those that she had seen with kuganei. It had been hard to keep from lashing out.
"I hope this is worth it," she said.
"If we can determine if Mori Korin's alive or not, yes it is. He will undoubtly try again for the
Sakoshita girl. We have to watch until then."
"I hate this. I can't be normal. It's..."
"Don't worry. Soon, now. Soon."
Miki looked into her sisters eyes, a confident, arrogant look. Aki smiled, a expression she only
permitted herself to do around her, or Neon, her surrogate sister.
Soon, she thought, soon, vengeance will be mine.
Somewhere, a lot farther away, a single eye opened in darkness.
Where am I, a thought occurred. The dark was silent, pungent, tight. He expected, at any minute,
a haunter in the dark.
Stop that, the man chided himself, you've read too much of that writer, that American writer.
He closed the eye, waiting, feeling his tired form, his muscles ache. A amount of time had
occurred, he was sure. But, he could not tell the length. He sighed.
A door opened. Bright light, blinding white light, flooded the room, illuminating the prone man,
revealing a young, pale skin man, black-haired, a burn scar on his face.
In the door frame, a figure could be seen. He wanted to flex, to be on the defensive, but it was not
possible. He was tired, weak. He cursed himself for this.
"Your awake," said a voice. A voice trying hard to keep the emotion out of her voice, but
minutely failing. A voice the prone man recognized, causing him to relax.
"Neon.." he said, his voice weak, unsteady. Kami, how long HAS it been? he wondered.
"Shhh, Kurei-sama. You've just awakened. First, you should eat."
She approached, as Kurei closed his eyes. He felt a dampness on his forehead.
He opened his eyes, saw Neon draping a damp clothe on his head. Kurei noticed she appeared to
be in worse shape almost then he.
"You appear to need to eat more then I do, Neon. Please, you eat first."
"No, no.. you only just awakened. You need your strength."
"but.."
"You first, Kurei-same. Then I will get something."
He nodded, finally. He lay back in the pillow, looked at the ceiling. A thought crossed his mind.
"Where is this place, Neon?"
"Later, Kurei-same. I'll explain all later. Just rest now. Please."
Kurei saw her strained, pleading face, and relented. It can't be too bad, he thought, a safe house
of Raiha's perhaps. He relaxed. Then, thought struck him.
"Neon, what of.... Mori?" He spat the name.
"He.. we don't know." she finally said, abruptly getting up and exiting the room.
Kurei lay there, digesting this info. A wry smile crossed his face.
For his sake, he'd better be dead, Kurei thought.
C&C anyone?
A FLAME OF RECCA FANFIC
By Paul D. Wright
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would . . .
Part Three: Everybody gotta go, Oto Oto . . .
Kuganei Kaoru raced down the street. He had awakened late, Recca having forgotten to get him
up, and now, he was late.
Cursing, he turned into the schoolyard, deftly bypassing his fan club, and went straight into the
hall, missing several violent encounters with morons. He entered the classroom, and sat down, as
the teacher started.
"A new student, class. Come on in."
The door opened, and Kuganei nearly fell out of his seat. he recognized this person. All too well
did he recognize her. His fanclub had noticed his look of surprise, and were now swearing
vengeance on this new girl, who had now reached the desk, and stood in front of the blackboard.
"Your new student. class. This is..."
"Namaeno Aki", said the new girl, her cold eyes staring at nothing in front of them. her hair was
blue, her form slender, and her eyes, large. She was dressed in the usual school uniform, which
clashed oddly, though none of the other students could say why. Kuganei heard the whispered
approval of the boys in the class, the catty comments of the girls. He watched her wearily. She
looked at him, his heart nearly stopped.
He swallowed past the large lump in his throught.
"Hey, Kuganei." Whispered the boy sitting in front of him, "You know that girl?"
"Yeah, you could say that..."
"Oh, yeah.. how 'bout an intro, eh?"
"No, no.. I know her casually... She.."
The teacher had told Aki to take a seat. she strode down to the proffered seat, just ahead, and to
the left of Kuganei. She paused, and looked at him, her cold eyes seeming to search his soul.
Abruptly, she turned and sat down, and he let out the breath he had been holding.
Recca and the other should know of this, he though. Then, I hope she's not here for Yanagi...
Kuganei ran down the hall, past teachers who kept yelling at him to stop, past overconfident oafs
bulling some weaker specimen, past girls putting books in locker, gossip hanging on their lips,
past jocks with post practice aroma, and up the stairs, toward the roof. He flung the door open,
and rushed out. He leaned back against the door, and caught his breath. Losing his fanclub had
been far more difficult this time, they seemed to know all the places he frequented. He sighed.
He'd tried to tell them that he really didn't know Aki well, but they weren't buying it. Why were
relationships so difficult sometimes...?
"Welcome, Kuganei Kaoru," said a voice.
He looked up instantly, saw the last person who he needed to see just then.
"Aki...." he breathed.
She stared at him. Her eyes, large and blue, almost hypnotizing. Kuganei shook himself.
"Why are you here," he yelled. She smirked.
"It's been a year, hasn't it, Kuganei," she said, her soft, emotionless voice barely changing, "since
you left us. Since you betrayed Kurei-sama."
Kuganei flinched. But, he yelled back:
"Kurei betrayed me! He said, he promised, not to hurt Yanagi..."
He stopped, his voice choked with emotion.
Aki turned and looked out thru the fence, over the fields, the grounds. On the sports field, a new
set of jocks were playing in the cool sun. A few feet away, a group of girls practiced flinging
batons in the air.
Another, band students marched in ragged precision across a grass-covered field. She looked, for
a moment, almost wistful. Then, the moment passed, and when she looked again at Kuganei, her
eyes were cold, fish eyes, with no trace of warmth in them.
"You left us. And then, you fought against us. A double crime. Kurei never could forgive you."
"So, you're here as assassin, then."
"No."
Kuganei looked up, surprised. She was still staring, but with nothing resembling hate in her eyes.
"Then what...?"
Just then, the door opened, nearly sending Kuganei into the far wall, as Aki sweat dropped. Thru
the door rushed kuganeis "Fanclub". They saw Aki there, and Kuganei in the corner, and glared at
her.
"What are you doing to our Kuganei," one yelled.
"If you've injured him..." another started.
Aki started walking. The other girls moved to Kuganei, and stood in front of him, a defensive
motion.
She walked on the door, opened it. She paused, turned to him, said:
"Our discussion can wait for later, kuganei kaoru. Tell your Hokage. Tell them, to watch their
backs. Watch the healing girl."
With that, she disappeared down the stairs, leaving a confused Kougon Anki master, and several
irate girls.
"You told them?"
Aki stopped, turning around. Around her, the street was as it usually was. Car littered the street,
people loitered around. Faint smells of food preparation wafted in, with pungent gas odors
underneath.
Behind her, a girl stood. Her reddish-pink hair hang loose, her eyes stared boldly at the younger
girl.
"I told them, older sister Miki. I'm not sure they believe it, but that's there problem."
"Maybe. Unless they believe it's us they need to fear."
Aki sighed. It had been a rough day. She had nearly had the urge to murder several girls to-day,
mostly those that she had seen with kuganei. It had been hard to keep from lashing out.
"I hope this is worth it," she said.
"If we can determine if Mori Korin's alive or not, yes it is. He will undoubtly try again for the
Sakoshita girl. We have to watch until then."
"I hate this. I can't be normal. It's..."
"Don't worry. Soon, now. Soon."
Miki looked into her sisters eyes, a confident, arrogant look. Aki smiled, a expression she only
permitted herself to do around her, or Neon, her surrogate sister.
Soon, she thought, soon, vengeance will be mine.
Somewhere, a lot farther away, a single eye opened in darkness.
Where am I, a thought occurred. The dark was silent, pungent, tight. He expected, at any minute,
a haunter in the dark.
Stop that, the man chided himself, you've read too much of that writer, that American writer.
He closed the eye, waiting, feeling his tired form, his muscles ache. A amount of time had
occurred, he was sure. But, he could not tell the length. He sighed.
A door opened. Bright light, blinding white light, flooded the room, illuminating the prone man,
revealing a young, pale skin man, black-haired, a burn scar on his face.
In the door frame, a figure could be seen. He wanted to flex, to be on the defensive, but it was not
possible. He was tired, weak. He cursed himself for this.
"Your awake," said a voice. A voice trying hard to keep the emotion out of her voice, but
minutely failing. A voice the prone man recognized, causing him to relax.
"Neon.." he said, his voice weak, unsteady. Kami, how long HAS it been? he wondered.
"Shhh, Kurei-sama. You've just awakened. First, you should eat."
She approached, as Kurei closed his eyes. He felt a dampness on his forehead.
He opened his eyes, saw Neon draping a damp clothe on his head. Kurei noticed she appeared to
be in worse shape almost then he.
"You appear to need to eat more then I do, Neon. Please, you eat first."
"No, no.. you only just awakened. You need your strength."
"but.."
"You first, Kurei-same. Then I will get something."
He nodded, finally. He lay back in the pillow, looked at the ceiling. A thought crossed his mind.
"Where is this place, Neon?"
"Later, Kurei-same. I'll explain all later. Just rest now. Please."
Kurei saw her strained, pleading face, and relented. It can't be too bad, he thought, a safe house
of Raiha's perhaps. He relaxed. Then, thought struck him.
"Neon, what of.... Mori?" He spat the name.
"He.. we don't know." she finally said, abruptly getting up and exiting the room.
Kurei lay there, digesting this info. A wry smile crossed his face.
For his sake, he'd better be dead, Kurei thought.
C&C anyone?