For those of you who don't know what in hell Rurouni Kenshin is, I'm only
telling you this : you have to read the mangas and see the series. It's
fantastic! But even if you don't know what it is, you should be able to
understand the story. I'm writting it while taking in consideration that
some of you might not know Himura Kenshin and co.
Part 1 : Rain of Blood
Willow groaned. Her head was throbbing and a bright light was hurting her eyes. She put her hand in front of them, hoping to hide the green orbs from the evil light. She slowly sat up and waited for the dizziness to pass before looking around her. She was in some kind of forest and she had apparently slept outside. The 'evil' light was, in fact, the sun.
Leaning on a tree for support, the redhead slowly stood up on shaking legs. "What am I doing in a forest?" she asked herself.
Between the trees, she could see some kind of habitation. Becoming more and more steady on her feet, she started walking toward the habitation in hope of finding a phone. Then, she could get someone to pick her up back home. But she still didn't know how she's ended up in a forest. The last thing she remembered was Tara's scream and a bright light surrounding her. [What in hell happened?!]
Willow blinked. What she took for a lone habitation was in fact the first building of a town... a japanese town from the last century. "What the?" She looked around her, searching for the hidden camera, but they were none. "Maybe I was drugged? Yes, that's got to be it. I'm seeing things, an hallucination resulted from the misuse of drugs."
Apparently happy with her deduction, she steadily walked to the town. "Hallucination, Will. Remember, it's just an hallucination. This is in fact Sunnydale and some kind of drugs makes you see it as a nineteenth century japanese town," she told herself.
Near the first house, she saw an old man sitting outside. She ran to him. He was wearing a kimono, making Willow more and more uncomfortable. "Excuse me? Could you tell me what year is this and what the name of that town is?"
The man blinked.
"O-kay. Obviously not understanding english." She sighed. [I do know Japanese. I just haven't been practicing for two years. I'm a bit rusty.] She cleared her throat. (NOTE: from now on, and until I say otherwise, Willow is speaking japanese.) "Excuse me, but could you tell me what year this is and the name of this town?"
"Well, you are in Kyoto, dear girl. I do not know how come you don't know the year, but if I must tell you, we are in 1864. Where do you come from to wear such strange clothes?"
"Um, America," she said in a dull voice. "Thank you, sir." Dazed, she walked further in town. [1864. Kyoto. I'm in *frigging* Japan in the middle of the 19th century!]
Willow was oblivious to everything around her, including the sun quickly setting and the cold wind settling in. "Okay, Willow. You have to control yourself. Japan. 19th century. Tokugawa. Okay. Definitly *not* good. Why did I have to land in the middle of the Meiji restoration? I'm stuck in a foreign country more than one hundred years before my time in the middle of a war. Just great. And it's raining!"
Willow looked up when she heard footsteps approaching. Her eyes widened when she saw four huge men walking her way, apparently half drunk. [They look exactly like jocks. This is bad news.] She gulped when one of them seemed to notice her presence.
"Oh, a pretty young thing. Is that body to sell?" He leered at her and she suddenly felt naked. "Not very talkative, uh? That's alright. I don't mind." He smirked and his friends laughed like. well, drunk men.
The redhead held her chin high and stared straight into his eyes. "Sorry, but this body is not to sell." She turned on her heels and walked quickly in the other direction, praying lady luck that they would leave her alone. She felt a hand on her shoulder. [Nope. Not that lucky.]
Willow quickly spunned around and used a move she'd seen Buffy use many times, instantly breaking the man's nose. He yelled in pain and she took that moment to run. She heard them broke into a run behind her and she forced her body to move faster. "Lets hope I can lose them," she whispered to herself, already panting.
She was so absorbed by her thoughts that she didn't hear the sound of swords clashing together until she fell upon the battle itself. She stopped dead in her track. Three men wearing light blue kimonos were fighting with a young man of her age with the same red hair pulled in a ponytail, dressed in dark blue and grey. And the three men in light blue suits were fighting for their lives.
Unable to move, Willow watched them fight. It was like a deadly dance. She looked with morbid fascination as the water from the rain turned red on the ground. Blood. Lots of it.
She suddenly realized that the three guys in blue were dead, their broken bodies laying in pools of blood. She looked up and her gaze fell on a pair of deadly grey eyes. She stopped moving. He was like a predator watching his prey and she didn't like it. In fact, she hated it, but she knew never to run in front of a predator. [Fuck this, Will! It isn't discovery chanel but a manslayer looking at an unwanted spectator!]
She didn't take time to think of it twice. She broke into a run from the way she came. and found herself facing the four drunk men. She backed slowly, glancing back to see the red haired man. He hadn't move one little bit. [He's waiting to see what's going to happen,] she realized. The men in front of her didn't seem to notice the manslayer standing quietly not ten meters away.
"Come on, sweets. I'm waiting for you," the leader said, the others laughing wildly behind him.
Blood. Willow was splashed by some of it and it contrasted against her pale skin. She first saw three of the drunk men run away in fright. Then she saw the leader looking at her strangely. He would have been just a weird man if it hadn't been for the sword piercing his neck.
She felt the bile rose in her throat when the sword was pulled back and blood gushed out from the wound. She barely had time to see the manslayer before dark spots danced in front of her eyes. She fell on her knees and retched.
Part 1 : Rain of Blood
Willow groaned. Her head was throbbing and a bright light was hurting her eyes. She put her hand in front of them, hoping to hide the green orbs from the evil light. She slowly sat up and waited for the dizziness to pass before looking around her. She was in some kind of forest and she had apparently slept outside. The 'evil' light was, in fact, the sun.
Leaning on a tree for support, the redhead slowly stood up on shaking legs. "What am I doing in a forest?" she asked herself.
Between the trees, she could see some kind of habitation. Becoming more and more steady on her feet, she started walking toward the habitation in hope of finding a phone. Then, she could get someone to pick her up back home. But she still didn't know how she's ended up in a forest. The last thing she remembered was Tara's scream and a bright light surrounding her. [What in hell happened?!]
Willow blinked. What she took for a lone habitation was in fact the first building of a town... a japanese town from the last century. "What the?" She looked around her, searching for the hidden camera, but they were none. "Maybe I was drugged? Yes, that's got to be it. I'm seeing things, an hallucination resulted from the misuse of drugs."
Apparently happy with her deduction, she steadily walked to the town. "Hallucination, Will. Remember, it's just an hallucination. This is in fact Sunnydale and some kind of drugs makes you see it as a nineteenth century japanese town," she told herself.
Near the first house, she saw an old man sitting outside. She ran to him. He was wearing a kimono, making Willow more and more uncomfortable. "Excuse me? Could you tell me what year is this and what the name of that town is?"
The man blinked.
"O-kay. Obviously not understanding english." She sighed. [I do know Japanese. I just haven't been practicing for two years. I'm a bit rusty.] She cleared her throat. (NOTE: from now on, and until I say otherwise, Willow is speaking japanese.) "Excuse me, but could you tell me what year this is and the name of this town?"
"Well, you are in Kyoto, dear girl. I do not know how come you don't know the year, but if I must tell you, we are in 1864. Where do you come from to wear such strange clothes?"
"Um, America," she said in a dull voice. "Thank you, sir." Dazed, she walked further in town. [1864. Kyoto. I'm in *frigging* Japan in the middle of the 19th century!]
Willow was oblivious to everything around her, including the sun quickly setting and the cold wind settling in. "Okay, Willow. You have to control yourself. Japan. 19th century. Tokugawa. Okay. Definitly *not* good. Why did I have to land in the middle of the Meiji restoration? I'm stuck in a foreign country more than one hundred years before my time in the middle of a war. Just great. And it's raining!"
Willow looked up when she heard footsteps approaching. Her eyes widened when she saw four huge men walking her way, apparently half drunk. [They look exactly like jocks. This is bad news.] She gulped when one of them seemed to notice her presence.
"Oh, a pretty young thing. Is that body to sell?" He leered at her and she suddenly felt naked. "Not very talkative, uh? That's alright. I don't mind." He smirked and his friends laughed like. well, drunk men.
The redhead held her chin high and stared straight into his eyes. "Sorry, but this body is not to sell." She turned on her heels and walked quickly in the other direction, praying lady luck that they would leave her alone. She felt a hand on her shoulder. [Nope. Not that lucky.]
Willow quickly spunned around and used a move she'd seen Buffy use many times, instantly breaking the man's nose. He yelled in pain and she took that moment to run. She heard them broke into a run behind her and she forced her body to move faster. "Lets hope I can lose them," she whispered to herself, already panting.
She was so absorbed by her thoughts that she didn't hear the sound of swords clashing together until she fell upon the battle itself. She stopped dead in her track. Three men wearing light blue kimonos were fighting with a young man of her age with the same red hair pulled in a ponytail, dressed in dark blue and grey. And the three men in light blue suits were fighting for their lives.
Unable to move, Willow watched them fight. It was like a deadly dance. She looked with morbid fascination as the water from the rain turned red on the ground. Blood. Lots of it.
She suddenly realized that the three guys in blue were dead, their broken bodies laying in pools of blood. She looked up and her gaze fell on a pair of deadly grey eyes. She stopped moving. He was like a predator watching his prey and she didn't like it. In fact, she hated it, but she knew never to run in front of a predator. [Fuck this, Will! It isn't discovery chanel but a manslayer looking at an unwanted spectator!]
She didn't take time to think of it twice. She broke into a run from the way she came. and found herself facing the four drunk men. She backed slowly, glancing back to see the red haired man. He hadn't move one little bit. [He's waiting to see what's going to happen,] she realized. The men in front of her didn't seem to notice the manslayer standing quietly not ten meters away.
"Come on, sweets. I'm waiting for you," the leader said, the others laughing wildly behind him.
Blood. Willow was splashed by some of it and it contrasted against her pale skin. She first saw three of the drunk men run away in fright. Then she saw the leader looking at her strangely. He would have been just a weird man if it hadn't been for the sword piercing his neck.
She felt the bile rose in her throat when the sword was pulled back and blood gushed out from the wound. She barely had time to see the manslayer before dark spots danced in front of her eyes. She fell on her knees and retched.