Sagara Sanosuke sat in one of the rooms at the Akabeko, drinking his daily round of sake and watching his friends
gamble. Gambling usually took place at Menjiro's place, but the day had been a hot one, and sake while rolling the
dice sounded good to them all. Fully concentrated on his jug of sake, Sanosuke poured himself another shot and
was about to take a drink, when raucous laughter from the next room startled him, and caused him to spill the
sake over his hand.
Glaring at the paper wall that separated the two rooms, he set his cup down, and stood up, wiping his hand on his
pant leg. Stepping out of his eating "cubby", he stepped over to the door shutting the next and was about to fling it
open, when he felt a hand close around his wrist and jerk it away. Confused, Sanosuke looked down to see a
nervous Tae clinging on to his arm.
"Tae-San.? Dajobuka?" he asked, concerned as to why Tae was trembling so. She didn't respond but shook her head
rapidly.
"Iie...please don't go in there and cause any trouble Sanosuke-Kun...those aren't just any men.....they're yakuza from
the next town." Her usually squinted shut eyes were open, and full of fear. Sanosuke tried to pry her hand loose, but
her grip only tightened.
"They could be Shogun Meiji himself, I don't give a shit." Finally pulling Tae's hand from his wrist, he turned and went
to open their door again. This time his hand was hit with a large walking stick. Cursing, he pulled his hand to his chest
protectively and looked at the owner of the stick, ready to kick some ass, no matter whose it was.
Before him stood a young...boy? He looked only a few years younger than his 19, his brown hair pulled back into the
ponytail the samurai usually wore. He wore an old light blue gi and hakama, both of which were ten sizes too big for
him. He blinked calmly at Sanosuke, who couldn't help but think the boy looked familiar in some odd, forgotten way.
"No need to whine over spilt Sake." He murmured as he pushed past Sano. Sano clenched his fists and was about to
show the wussie-voiced boy what whining truly meant, until the walking stick came down on his head.
Knocked momentarily senseless, Sanosuke bent over, clutching the large lump forming on the top of his head. When he
looked up again the boy had entered the Yakuza's eating room and was apparently causing trouble.
"Oh no! My restaurant!!!" Tae fretted in a high pitched voice. She sank to her knees and wept for events that had not
yet ensued.
Angry and sore, Sanosuke peeked into the room to find the boy standing before a bewildered group of five Yakuza.
The most richly-dressed one, apparently the leader of this little outing, sat at the head of the table, a rosy sake
drunkenness pallor to his cheeks and a sake shot glass in his hand. He began to laugh, the same guffawing laugh
that had interrupted Sanosuke earlier. Sano made a mental note of which one to beat the balls off of later.
"You..challenge..US??" The leader guffawed. The boy, leaning on his walking stick lazily yawned.
"That's what I said lard belly. And if I win, you guys hand over your money. Want me to repeat it again, or has it
finally penetrated through all that lard surrounding your brain?" he shifted from one foot to the other, impatience
showing through his mask of calm. Now angered, the leader set his cup down, with the temperamental cool most
Yakuza showed before a fight.
"And if WE win, what do we get?" he asked, motioning for his buddies to take up their weapons. The boy moved to
the entrance, shooting a glare at the ever-eavesdropping Sanosuke. The boy glanced over his shoulder, giving the
men a truly sadistic smile.
"Whatever you want." He replied coolly, walking past the still mourning Tae, and out into the street. The troop of
Yakuza followed suit a moment later.
Still pride-sore at the boy, but yet insanely curious, Sanosuke followed the group outside, a crowd beginning to form
around them. The leader was guffawing again, at some odd challenge the boy had ensued to them. Grimacing at the
noise, he found a good viewing place in the crowd and waited for the fight to start.
"You're really serious about this, aren't you boy?" the leader growled, pulling out his katana. Sighing out of what
appeared to be boredom, the boy took up his walking stick and held it in a form Sanosuke hadn't seen before. The
leader ran at the boy, who deftly sidestepped his attack. He brought his staff down upon the mans neck, then, in one
movement still, brought the end of it up to knock the man under the chin. Blood and teeth fell from his mouth as his
head flew backwards, landing on his back with a thud. Taking up his first form again, the boy challenged the rest of the
Yakuza with his eyes.
Upon seeing their great leader being defeated in less than five seconds, the rest of the group threw down their money,
and took off, dragging their leader behind them. Smirking silently at their departing figures, the boy leaned down to
collect the spoils of his bulling. He tied the money into one sack, which he tied to the end of his staff, hobo style.
Bowing politely to the half relieved, half worried Tae, he turned and began to walk off.
"Oy..."Sano grunted from his leaning spot by the Akabeko. The boy looked over his shoulder at him, his eyes narrowing.
Sanosuke pushed himself to stand on his feet fully, and began lanking towards the boy. "Not bad for a kid. But it's sad
to see you challenge some weak bastards like those for their money. Why not fight someone who has REAL style."
With that he looked up at the boy, grinning a lopsided grin. His challenge was received with a "Tch", and the boy
continued on his way. Face faulting, then quickly regaining his composure, he cracked his knuckles. "Guess you're just
too chicken to face a member of the Sekihoutai gang." His grin widened as he got the reaction he wanted from the boy.
"Sekihoutai???" the boy asked, slowly turning around to face Sanosuke. He had a slight look of shock and bewilderment.
"Yeah, Sekihoutai. Got a problem with that?" he challenged, his grin turning into a smirk. The boys face darkened and
he placed the money on the ground.
"All right then Sekihoutai-Sempai, let's see just how good you are." He took up the first position Sano had seen him
start with before. Yosha....what a baka....this fight will be over quickly. He thought, knowing which move the boy was
going to pull on him first. Still smiling, he ran at the boy, who, as expected, sides stepped it. His mouth quirking into a
grin again, Sanosuke brought his elbow back and brought it down on the boy's neck. The boy's pace was knocked off,
and he stumbled forward, but quickly retaliated with an one-armed swing of his staff. Sanosuke jumped the attack
easily. Stepping back, he grinned at the boy.
"Oy...what happened to all that fire power earlier?" he asked in a gloating manner. The boy's eyes narrowed and he
ran at Sanosuke. Sano crouched and brought his fist underneath the boy and back up in an uppercut. Triumphant that
he'd won, his face contorted into shock as his hand contacted not flesh, but air. Glancing above himself, he saw the boy
in the remnants of a flip over his head.
Taking advantage of Sano's current state of bewilderment, the boy landed, then brought the end of his staff into
Sanosuke's lower back. Knocked off balance, Sanosuke stumbled, then turned to counter attack. The boy quickly
caught him in the jaw with the end of the staff again, then rammed the head into his gut. A gout of blood flew out of
Sanosuke's mouth as he groaned at the hit. The final blow that caused his unconsciousness was the stick coming in
contact with his groin at full speed. Eyes watering, he sank to his knees, then fell flat on his face.
Triumphant once again, the boy smirked at his latest win. This man had been tougher to beat than most of the other
trash he fought, but he still won, none-the-less. Setting his staff on the ground, he squatted next to Sanosuke's prone
body and began rummaging through his gi's pockets in search of the winning money. His brow furrowed as he didn't
come across any.
A low, guttural chuckle suddenly emanated from Sano's throat. Startled, the boy jumped up as Sano began to push
himself to his feet. Still chuckling, he stood, a small stream of blood coming from his mouth. Sano wiped at it, his lop-
sided grin returning. Before the boy could react, and or grab his staff, Sano had a firm grip on his arm. He then flipped
the boy in a Judo flip onto his back. The boy landed with a thud, and did not get up. Grinning widely, Sanosuke stepped
over to the boy's winnings, claming what he thought he had rightly won. As he reached for it, he heard the crowd
around him gasp and begin to whisper. Confused, Sano turned around, and about had a nosebleed.
Half of the gi had fallen away from the boy's shoulder revealing a small, yet well shaped breast. The boy...who
apparently wasn't a boy at all, stirred and made a small noise. Suddenly forgetting the money on the ground, a very
befuddled Sanosuke stood up and slowly stepped back towards his opponent, who was opening their eyes.
Sitting up, the girl looked around at the shocked faces surrounding her. She blinked in utter confusion. Nothing felt
like it was broken and protruding from her skin. She smiled inwardly. They're shocked to see such a young boy live
through such a throw I'll bet. She gloated. Her gloating only lasted for a moment longer, a sudden light breeze and a
chill over her bared breast brought her back to reality. Her eyes widening, she looked down to find that her gi had
fallen away from her shoulder in the toss.
Gasping, she pulled it back over her shoulder and clutched both sides to herself protectively. Defiant, she looked up
into the bewildered face of her opponent. Her pride bruised, she grabbed her staff and the money, and took off down
the street. Still unable to get a hold of himself, Sano stared after her departing figure, one of the shoulders of HIS gi
falling to the side. He just couldn't believe It..
A GIRL beat Sagara Sanosuke??
gamble. Gambling usually took place at Menjiro's place, but the day had been a hot one, and sake while rolling the
dice sounded good to them all. Fully concentrated on his jug of sake, Sanosuke poured himself another shot and
was about to take a drink, when raucous laughter from the next room startled him, and caused him to spill the
sake over his hand.
Glaring at the paper wall that separated the two rooms, he set his cup down, and stood up, wiping his hand on his
pant leg. Stepping out of his eating "cubby", he stepped over to the door shutting the next and was about to fling it
open, when he felt a hand close around his wrist and jerk it away. Confused, Sanosuke looked down to see a
nervous Tae clinging on to his arm.
"Tae-San.? Dajobuka?" he asked, concerned as to why Tae was trembling so. She didn't respond but shook her head
rapidly.
"Iie...please don't go in there and cause any trouble Sanosuke-Kun...those aren't just any men.....they're yakuza from
the next town." Her usually squinted shut eyes were open, and full of fear. Sanosuke tried to pry her hand loose, but
her grip only tightened.
"They could be Shogun Meiji himself, I don't give a shit." Finally pulling Tae's hand from his wrist, he turned and went
to open their door again. This time his hand was hit with a large walking stick. Cursing, he pulled his hand to his chest
protectively and looked at the owner of the stick, ready to kick some ass, no matter whose it was.
Before him stood a young...boy? He looked only a few years younger than his 19, his brown hair pulled back into the
ponytail the samurai usually wore. He wore an old light blue gi and hakama, both of which were ten sizes too big for
him. He blinked calmly at Sanosuke, who couldn't help but think the boy looked familiar in some odd, forgotten way.
"No need to whine over spilt Sake." He murmured as he pushed past Sano. Sano clenched his fists and was about to
show the wussie-voiced boy what whining truly meant, until the walking stick came down on his head.
Knocked momentarily senseless, Sanosuke bent over, clutching the large lump forming on the top of his head. When he
looked up again the boy had entered the Yakuza's eating room and was apparently causing trouble.
"Oh no! My restaurant!!!" Tae fretted in a high pitched voice. She sank to her knees and wept for events that had not
yet ensued.
Angry and sore, Sanosuke peeked into the room to find the boy standing before a bewildered group of five Yakuza.
The most richly-dressed one, apparently the leader of this little outing, sat at the head of the table, a rosy sake
drunkenness pallor to his cheeks and a sake shot glass in his hand. He began to laugh, the same guffawing laugh
that had interrupted Sanosuke earlier. Sano made a mental note of which one to beat the balls off of later.
"You..challenge..US??" The leader guffawed. The boy, leaning on his walking stick lazily yawned.
"That's what I said lard belly. And if I win, you guys hand over your money. Want me to repeat it again, or has it
finally penetrated through all that lard surrounding your brain?" he shifted from one foot to the other, impatience
showing through his mask of calm. Now angered, the leader set his cup down, with the temperamental cool most
Yakuza showed before a fight.
"And if WE win, what do we get?" he asked, motioning for his buddies to take up their weapons. The boy moved to
the entrance, shooting a glare at the ever-eavesdropping Sanosuke. The boy glanced over his shoulder, giving the
men a truly sadistic smile.
"Whatever you want." He replied coolly, walking past the still mourning Tae, and out into the street. The troop of
Yakuza followed suit a moment later.
Still pride-sore at the boy, but yet insanely curious, Sanosuke followed the group outside, a crowd beginning to form
around them. The leader was guffawing again, at some odd challenge the boy had ensued to them. Grimacing at the
noise, he found a good viewing place in the crowd and waited for the fight to start.
"You're really serious about this, aren't you boy?" the leader growled, pulling out his katana. Sighing out of what
appeared to be boredom, the boy took up his walking stick and held it in a form Sanosuke hadn't seen before. The
leader ran at the boy, who deftly sidestepped his attack. He brought his staff down upon the mans neck, then, in one
movement still, brought the end of it up to knock the man under the chin. Blood and teeth fell from his mouth as his
head flew backwards, landing on his back with a thud. Taking up his first form again, the boy challenged the rest of the
Yakuza with his eyes.
Upon seeing their great leader being defeated in less than five seconds, the rest of the group threw down their money,
and took off, dragging their leader behind them. Smirking silently at their departing figures, the boy leaned down to
collect the spoils of his bulling. He tied the money into one sack, which he tied to the end of his staff, hobo style.
Bowing politely to the half relieved, half worried Tae, he turned and began to walk off.
"Oy..."Sano grunted from his leaning spot by the Akabeko. The boy looked over his shoulder at him, his eyes narrowing.
Sanosuke pushed himself to stand on his feet fully, and began lanking towards the boy. "Not bad for a kid. But it's sad
to see you challenge some weak bastards like those for their money. Why not fight someone who has REAL style."
With that he looked up at the boy, grinning a lopsided grin. His challenge was received with a "Tch", and the boy
continued on his way. Face faulting, then quickly regaining his composure, he cracked his knuckles. "Guess you're just
too chicken to face a member of the Sekihoutai gang." His grin widened as he got the reaction he wanted from the boy.
"Sekihoutai???" the boy asked, slowly turning around to face Sanosuke. He had a slight look of shock and bewilderment.
"Yeah, Sekihoutai. Got a problem with that?" he challenged, his grin turning into a smirk. The boys face darkened and
he placed the money on the ground.
"All right then Sekihoutai-Sempai, let's see just how good you are." He took up the first position Sano had seen him
start with before. Yosha....what a baka....this fight will be over quickly. He thought, knowing which move the boy was
going to pull on him first. Still smiling, he ran at the boy, who, as expected, sides stepped it. His mouth quirking into a
grin again, Sanosuke brought his elbow back and brought it down on the boy's neck. The boy's pace was knocked off,
and he stumbled forward, but quickly retaliated with an one-armed swing of his staff. Sanosuke jumped the attack
easily. Stepping back, he grinned at the boy.
"Oy...what happened to all that fire power earlier?" he asked in a gloating manner. The boy's eyes narrowed and he
ran at Sanosuke. Sano crouched and brought his fist underneath the boy and back up in an uppercut. Triumphant that
he'd won, his face contorted into shock as his hand contacted not flesh, but air. Glancing above himself, he saw the boy
in the remnants of a flip over his head.
Taking advantage of Sano's current state of bewilderment, the boy landed, then brought the end of his staff into
Sanosuke's lower back. Knocked off balance, Sanosuke stumbled, then turned to counter attack. The boy quickly
caught him in the jaw with the end of the staff again, then rammed the head into his gut. A gout of blood flew out of
Sanosuke's mouth as he groaned at the hit. The final blow that caused his unconsciousness was the stick coming in
contact with his groin at full speed. Eyes watering, he sank to his knees, then fell flat on his face.
Triumphant once again, the boy smirked at his latest win. This man had been tougher to beat than most of the other
trash he fought, but he still won, none-the-less. Setting his staff on the ground, he squatted next to Sanosuke's prone
body and began rummaging through his gi's pockets in search of the winning money. His brow furrowed as he didn't
come across any.
A low, guttural chuckle suddenly emanated from Sano's throat. Startled, the boy jumped up as Sano began to push
himself to his feet. Still chuckling, he stood, a small stream of blood coming from his mouth. Sano wiped at it, his lop-
sided grin returning. Before the boy could react, and or grab his staff, Sano had a firm grip on his arm. He then flipped
the boy in a Judo flip onto his back. The boy landed with a thud, and did not get up. Grinning widely, Sanosuke stepped
over to the boy's winnings, claming what he thought he had rightly won. As he reached for it, he heard the crowd
around him gasp and begin to whisper. Confused, Sano turned around, and about had a nosebleed.
Half of the gi had fallen away from the boy's shoulder revealing a small, yet well shaped breast. The boy...who
apparently wasn't a boy at all, stirred and made a small noise. Suddenly forgetting the money on the ground, a very
befuddled Sanosuke stood up and slowly stepped back towards his opponent, who was opening their eyes.
Sitting up, the girl looked around at the shocked faces surrounding her. She blinked in utter confusion. Nothing felt
like it was broken and protruding from her skin. She smiled inwardly. They're shocked to see such a young boy live
through such a throw I'll bet. She gloated. Her gloating only lasted for a moment longer, a sudden light breeze and a
chill over her bared breast brought her back to reality. Her eyes widening, she looked down to find that her gi had
fallen away from her shoulder in the toss.
Gasping, she pulled it back over her shoulder and clutched both sides to herself protectively. Defiant, she looked up
into the bewildered face of her opponent. Her pride bruised, she grabbed her staff and the money, and took off down
the street. Still unable to get a hold of himself, Sano stared after her departing figure, one of the shoulders of HIS gi
falling to the side. He just couldn't believe It..
A GIRL beat Sagara Sanosuke??
