Ken woke up and looked at her surroundings. "Where the hell am I?!" She grumbled. She
glanced around once more, then stood up. "Guess I better walk till I find people." She
said to herself. She flinched. Her bandaged up arm started to bleed. "Dammit..." She
held onto her arm, hoping it would stop bleeding.
Ken walked through the forest, untill she found a small cabin. She went up to it and
knocked on the door. A tall man, maybe in his late teens, answered. "Yea?" He asked.
Ken sweatdropped. "Can ya...um...tell me where I am?" She asked. He looked at her
strangly. "Well...um...you're in Hokkan. Why?" He said.
Ken frowned. "I'm in Hokkan? Never heard of it..." She murmered. "Hey, are you lost or
somethin`?" The man asked. Ken looked at him, and put a hand to her head. "I've been
lost since the day my family died..." The man frowned, not sure what she meant by that.
Ken's vision blurred a bit, and she fell into the man's arms. "So...warm..." She
thought.
"Daijobu?" He asked. ".....My arm....." She replied in a whisper. He looked at her arm,
and frowned. "I'm going to get you in here, and find somethin` for yer arm. If it
doesn't stop bleedin`, you'll bleed to death." He said gently, helping her into his
house. He set her down on a chair and went to a small bag on the floor. He opened it up
and brought out some bandages. He gently took her arm and took off the old bandages. He
stopped and frowned at her scars. He stayed silent while he worked on her arm.
"So, what's your name?" He asked. "Ken Kameshiro." She told him. "What's yers?" He looked
at her, then tied the bandage. "I never knew my real name. My parents were killed when I
was only a baby. I was raised in a temple and the monks called me Uruki. So I stuck with
it." He told her. "So, do you want me t` call ya Uruki?" She asked. Uruki shrugged. "Sure,
why not?"
"..............."
The two were silent. "So...where are you from? Konan, Kutou, Sailo, or here, Hokkan?" He
asked Ken, putting his things away. "Um...from Tokyo?" She suggested. "Tokyo? Never heard
of it." Uruki responded. "Um...then guess it aint `round `ere, huh?" Ken said, looking
around.
Uruki looked at her. He stared at her. "What?" He continued to stare at her. "Oi, stop
starin`!" She exclaimed. He kept staring at her, like she just said that she was wearing a
bright pink bunny outfit and hopping around the room.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!" She complained, which was not normal for Ken to do. He kept staring at
her, so she hurled her *ahem* very LARGE boot at him. It struck him in the head, and he fell
over. Ken gasped and ran over to him. "Uruki-kun? Daijobu??" She asked, shaking him in the
shoulder. "Another world..." He murmered. "What the hell is the matter with you?! Ya some
kind of pervert or somethin`?!" She asked.
He looked at her. "Hell no! I'm only seventeen! I was just shocked, okay?!" He snapped.
Ken blushed. "Well, excu-use me!" She replied. "Like I said, I was just shocked." Uruki said,
getting to his feet. He dusted himself off and started to make something. "What are you doing?"
Ken asked, going over and peering over his shoulder.
Uruki sweatdropped. "I'm cooking. Now, does that make me a pervert?" He told her.
Ken shook her head. "Nope. It doesn't." Ken replied, smiling at him. Uruki blushed and
went back to cooking. "So, tell me, Little Ken-chan, what happened to both of your
arms?" Uruki asked, testing the soup he was making. Ken fell silent and looked at
both of her arms. "One of them is broken...and the other one..." Ken looked at her
new bandaged arm. "....."
Uruki came over with a bowl of soup, and handed it to Ken. "It's okay if ya don't wanna
talk `bout it, Little Ken-chan." He told her, drinking the soup. Ken sweatdropped,
and eyes grew huge and she got a weird, demonic look in her eyes. "Don't call me bLittle Ken-chan/b!! I'm
almost as tall as you!!" Ken yelled, fwapping Uruki.
Uruki laughed, and patted Ken on the head. "Gomen nasai, Little Ken-chan! Would you
like me t` call ya somethin` else? Maybe...Genbu no Miko?"
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I hoped you enjoyed that chapter...I know....it was a lil weird...Gomen `bout that....