NEW ROSE
A FLAME OF RECCA FANFIC
By Paul D Wright
Disclaimer: By my stripes, I own thee not..
Chapter Five: Tendoujigoku and Mori's coming
"They came out of nowhere," said Yanagi, looking around the table.
Around her, the team known as Hokage was seated. All nodded at her statement.
"It was like they knew us, like they were testing us."
Fuuko said these words, then looked at the ground. She still steamed.
"But, who were they?" asked Recca, gruff and angry, still bearing scars.
Recca and Yanagi ran up school corridors, passing other students who barely looked or
acknowledged them. They ran up stairs, rushing for the roof.
Outside, standing in the leavy branches of a tree, a girl stood. She had long black hair, sunglasses
adorned her face. With her, a man, dressed in a simple cloak, his face staring, eyes cold, heavy
with dead, inflexible authority. The pair watched the youngest for a moment, then the girl said:
"That's them."
"She had a madougu," said kageru, to which Recca nodded.
"It seemed to allow her to hear our thoughts. I couldn't fight well."
She nodded, said: "The Shingan. A device that allows the wearer, as Recca said, to feel the other'
soul."
"What about my Ice cream!" Exploded Fuuko. Everyone smirked.
"Compared to the rest," the Ice Man, Mikagami Tokiya, said, "You got away easily."
"He did say," Domon said, "That it was a substitute kiss."
She reached over, smacked him upside the head.
"But what," Kuganei Kaoru said, "Are their intentions..?"
"I can answer that!" said a voice. The door opened, a rasta-braided man walked in, a large bundle
resting on his shoulder.
"Who . . . ?" Fuuko breathed, eyeing the person.
Raiha arrived back at the safe house. Something troubled his soul, a premonition, he thought.
He shook his head.
No, it can't be, he though, They can't find this place.
He stepped out of the bushed, spied the simple cabin of his retreat. An odd sense of foreboding
gripped him, he stepped cautiously out, walking with care and silence, as his ninja training had
installed in him. His instincts had never been wrong before, they guided the ninja, warned him,
gave him control. He knew better then to disregard them foolishly.
Such was the recipe for an early death.
He approached the door now, and suddenly stopped dead.
Near the door, a figure lay, covered with black dust, a charred figured. He stepped forward,
turned him over. He didn't know the man, but his instincts told him it was a soldier of Mori's.
He went in, found the place untidy, but nothing that suggested a fight had occurred.
Whatever happened, then, happened outside, probably were the man lay.
What had happened to neon, then?
Neon lay on the bed, her thin frame covered with a white, industrial sheet, the wall coloured in
that sickly green that was supposed to get patience ensconced inside to gain the will to not have
to see that wall anymore. Smells floated around, toxic smells, chemical smells, cleaning smells
designed to mask the other smells.
A knock at the door, it opened. A tall figure, dressed in a simple raincoat, long purple hair spilling
from a battered fedora, stepped in.
"Rai.." she began, but the man pressed his finger to his lips, closed the door. He approached.
"You look well, Neon," he said, in a low, half-whispered voice.
"No thanks to you, Raiha," she answered, in the same hushed tones.
"What happened then," he asked, looking over her still form. She gazed at him harshly, he
dropped his eyes, a small smile on his face.
She grew serious.
"So, Joker," asked Recca, watching the rasta-braided one with caution, "What is Mori Korin up
to now?"
"Well," Joker said, thoughtfully pulling on his chin, "I doubt even he would try to summon the
Old Ones, so I think he's trying for some new kind of madougu.."
"But, what kind is left?" Fuuko asked.
Joker shrugged.
"There could be any," Kageru said, then paused. Finally, she said, "He could be going for the
ultimate madougu, the Tendoujigoku."
"Tendoujigoku?" Asked Recca.
"You shouldn't speak of such, kageru," said a old man, now standing beside Recca. She bowed
her head, but didn't reply.
Recca turned, said "How'd you get out of my arm?"
"Oh, practice, practice."
"What," Recca said, "is the Tendoujigoku?"
The old man paused. Then: "I will say this. It is, as Kageru said, the ultimate. It is evil. The
Heaven and Hell madougu."
"And Mori Korin's going after it." Recca sighed.
"We should go after him. Stop his ass," Domon said.
"Yeah," Fuuko said, the others nodding.
"I wouldn't advise it," Kageru said.
"So, after That guy injured me, Kurei-sama got that look in his eyes, that scary look, and he killed
him. I never saw him that angry."
Raiha looked surprised. Neon had tears in her eyes, and now Kurei's exploits were shocking to
him. He smiled, then frowned.
"So, he brought you here?"
She nodded mutely. Then:
"He left a message. He wants me to have a healthy life, to make up for lost time."
Raiha now looked serious. He nodded.
"Kurei-sama wants to protect you, like you protected him."
Two girls stood in the trees, watching a pack of teens head off into a heavily disused area. They
were following the new Hokage into the heart of the new darkness.
"They are doing it," Aki said, "They are going to confront that old man."
"It appears so," said her sister.
"Fools, their walking right into harms way."
"That's how it is," Miki shrugged, "They want to stop that old man, and to do that, they must
go into the mouth of hell."
Aki looked dejected. She and Miki jumped further, staying just behind the group,as the moonless
night grew dense and close.
"They walk right into certain death, without a second thought," Aki said, amazement in her voice.
"Yeah," said Miki, also with amazement.
They looked at the sky, it's cold cloudy starlessness looking down on them like a vast eye. They
both shivered, as deep, yawning casmsic shadows loomed around them. Heavy grey clouds
looked down with malicious intent. The diffuse light of the moon hid the features.
Joker stopped, pointed to a rock cropping, a twilight grotto. A lonely, desolate place.
"This is it," He said.
The End...?
Author notes: As you have no doubt guessed by now, this is a continuation, based on the anime
continuity, of the manga's next arc. This is simply an exercise in speculation as to the possible
ways
to continue the series would be likely to take.
You may take this speculation or leave it, as you please.
Due to a accident, my stories were wiped out on the ffn. So, this repost.
If that doesn't suite you, well, you!
Paul David Wright
Leesville, SC
2002
A FLAME OF RECCA FANFIC
By Paul D Wright
Disclaimer: By my stripes, I own thee not..
Chapter Five: Tendoujigoku and Mori's coming
"They came out of nowhere," said Yanagi, looking around the table.
Around her, the team known as Hokage was seated. All nodded at her statement.
"It was like they knew us, like they were testing us."
Fuuko said these words, then looked at the ground. She still steamed.
"But, who were they?" asked Recca, gruff and angry, still bearing scars.
Recca and Yanagi ran up school corridors, passing other students who barely looked or
acknowledged them. They ran up stairs, rushing for the roof.
Outside, standing in the leavy branches of a tree, a girl stood. She had long black hair, sunglasses
adorned her face. With her, a man, dressed in a simple cloak, his face staring, eyes cold, heavy
with dead, inflexible authority. The pair watched the youngest for a moment, then the girl said:
"That's them."
"She had a madougu," said kageru, to which Recca nodded.
"It seemed to allow her to hear our thoughts. I couldn't fight well."
She nodded, said: "The Shingan. A device that allows the wearer, as Recca said, to feel the other'
soul."
"What about my Ice cream!" Exploded Fuuko. Everyone smirked.
"Compared to the rest," the Ice Man, Mikagami Tokiya, said, "You got away easily."
"He did say," Domon said, "That it was a substitute kiss."
She reached over, smacked him upside the head.
"But what," Kuganei Kaoru said, "Are their intentions..?"
"I can answer that!" said a voice. The door opened, a rasta-braided man walked in, a large bundle
resting on his shoulder.
"Who . . . ?" Fuuko breathed, eyeing the person.
Raiha arrived back at the safe house. Something troubled his soul, a premonition, he thought.
He shook his head.
No, it can't be, he though, They can't find this place.
He stepped out of the bushed, spied the simple cabin of his retreat. An odd sense of foreboding
gripped him, he stepped cautiously out, walking with care and silence, as his ninja training had
installed in him. His instincts had never been wrong before, they guided the ninja, warned him,
gave him control. He knew better then to disregard them foolishly.
Such was the recipe for an early death.
He approached the door now, and suddenly stopped dead.
Near the door, a figure lay, covered with black dust, a charred figured. He stepped forward,
turned him over. He didn't know the man, but his instincts told him it was a soldier of Mori's.
He went in, found the place untidy, but nothing that suggested a fight had occurred.
Whatever happened, then, happened outside, probably were the man lay.
What had happened to neon, then?
Neon lay on the bed, her thin frame covered with a white, industrial sheet, the wall coloured in
that sickly green that was supposed to get patience ensconced inside to gain the will to not have
to see that wall anymore. Smells floated around, toxic smells, chemical smells, cleaning smells
designed to mask the other smells.
A knock at the door, it opened. A tall figure, dressed in a simple raincoat, long purple hair spilling
from a battered fedora, stepped in.
"Rai.." she began, but the man pressed his finger to his lips, closed the door. He approached.
"You look well, Neon," he said, in a low, half-whispered voice.
"No thanks to you, Raiha," she answered, in the same hushed tones.
"What happened then," he asked, looking over her still form. She gazed at him harshly, he
dropped his eyes, a small smile on his face.
She grew serious.
"So, Joker," asked Recca, watching the rasta-braided one with caution, "What is Mori Korin up
to now?"
"Well," Joker said, thoughtfully pulling on his chin, "I doubt even he would try to summon the
Old Ones, so I think he's trying for some new kind of madougu.."
"But, what kind is left?" Fuuko asked.
Joker shrugged.
"There could be any," Kageru said, then paused. Finally, she said, "He could be going for the
ultimate madougu, the Tendoujigoku."
"Tendoujigoku?" Asked Recca.
"You shouldn't speak of such, kageru," said a old man, now standing beside Recca. She bowed
her head, but didn't reply.
Recca turned, said "How'd you get out of my arm?"
"Oh, practice, practice."
"What," Recca said, "is the Tendoujigoku?"
The old man paused. Then: "I will say this. It is, as Kageru said, the ultimate. It is evil. The
Heaven and Hell madougu."
"And Mori Korin's going after it." Recca sighed.
"We should go after him. Stop his ass," Domon said.
"Yeah," Fuuko said, the others nodding.
"I wouldn't advise it," Kageru said.
"So, after That guy injured me, Kurei-sama got that look in his eyes, that scary look, and he killed
him. I never saw him that angry."
Raiha looked surprised. Neon had tears in her eyes, and now Kurei's exploits were shocking to
him. He smiled, then frowned.
"So, he brought you here?"
She nodded mutely. Then:
"He left a message. He wants me to have a healthy life, to make up for lost time."
Raiha now looked serious. He nodded.
"Kurei-sama wants to protect you, like you protected him."
Two girls stood in the trees, watching a pack of teens head off into a heavily disused area. They
were following the new Hokage into the heart of the new darkness.
"They are doing it," Aki said, "They are going to confront that old man."
"It appears so," said her sister.
"Fools, their walking right into harms way."
"That's how it is," Miki shrugged, "They want to stop that old man, and to do that, they must
go into the mouth of hell."
Aki looked dejected. She and Miki jumped further, staying just behind the group,as the moonless
night grew dense and close.
"They walk right into certain death, without a second thought," Aki said, amazement in her voice.
"Yeah," said Miki, also with amazement.
They looked at the sky, it's cold cloudy starlessness looking down on them like a vast eye. They
both shivered, as deep, yawning casmsic shadows loomed around them. Heavy grey clouds
looked down with malicious intent. The diffuse light of the moon hid the features.
Joker stopped, pointed to a rock cropping, a twilight grotto. A lonely, desolate place.
"This is it," He said.
The End...?
Author notes: As you have no doubt guessed by now, this is a continuation, based on the anime
continuity, of the manga's next arc. This is simply an exercise in speculation as to the possible
ways
to continue the series would be likely to take.
You may take this speculation or leave it, as you please.
Due to a accident, my stories were wiped out on the ffn. So, this repost.
If that doesn't suite you, well, you!
Paul David Wright
Leesville, SC
2002