***Disclaimer: After much debating with many a lawyer, I have come to the conclusion that I do NOT in fact own Samurai Troopers. Although I still believe in my heart of hearts that I do, in reality, I do not. Damn reality. However, I DO own this story and its ideas. So there. ::does a dance::

Oh man… I just pictured this old dude with a comb-over holding a sign saying "Reality: Nice and zesty."

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Man I'm tired. ***

A/N: This story is set at random, and doesn't pay much attention to the series or ova plot lines. It's an original, slightly depressing story from my lil head. Hope you like it!

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I couldn't handle Shin's expression on his face when he was killed. But at least he had the joy of not knowing he was going to die. Seiji…oh Seiji. His eyes were widened with anticipation. At that moment, I knew that the real Seiji was there all along. He had no control over his body, but his mind was still intact. He knew what was coming to him, and there was nothing neither he, nor I could have done about it. A single tear had leaked itself onto his fair skin, slowly tracing itself down his defined features. That was the last emotion ever expressed by Korin no Seiji.

Sit Beside Me

Chapter 3: The Sky Has Fallen (Part 1)

By genmasho

…Eh?

Oh, I didn't know you were still here.

I figured you guys would get bored with my morbid story. This is the first time I've told anyone about it, and I don't think I'm doing the best job of telling it to you. So sorry if some of it is choppy and well…emotional. I get like that when I think about all the things that have happened. Well, I suppose I should just continue so you really don't leave. I don't think I could bear anyone else leaving me.

Time seemed to slow down in that instant. The Warlord eased Seiji from his puppet string and he was placed soundly in front of me. The thunder, lightning, and the demonic laughing from the Warlord all had meshed together inside my mind. First Shin, now Seiji. Two of my friends I had let down, both of whom I could have saved if I had been more skilled. God I'm so pathetic. I mean, I couldn't even get back at the evil bastard when he first killed Shin, and now I let him kill Seiji…

Well, that didn't matter. Like I did when Shin died, I used my first instinct and charged at the Warlord. I barely dodged Seiji's lifeless body and flew at my enemy. But instead of vanishing like he did the first time, he wound up his arm and smacked me head on, almost like he had expected I would charge. I was like a ball being thrown at the batter, dead center.

He flung me back to where Seiji lay dead. I hit the ground headfirst, and couldn't move right away. The Warlord had looked into the distance noticed something I didn't, and it would be one of my fatal mistakes.

"Stay with your sadly deceased friend, Kongo. An enemy greater than I approaches, and you'll need some explaining if you don't wish to suffer the consequences!" With an evil sneer, the Dynasty follower had vanished.

Being smashed in the ground like I was, I barely caught what the demon had said to me. But at the time, even though I did catch what he said, I was in such a state of mind that I had no clue what he meant.

Finally being able to control my body from the impact, I crawled over to the lifeless Seiji. His features were so beautiful, really they were. Even without life, Seiji would be the most graceful man I ever knew. I placed my hand on his cheek, wiping away the one stray tear that had left his violet eyes.

I really don't know how to explain what sort of state I was in. I mean, I was angry as hell, but for some reason I was also calm. My one fruitless charge at the demon lord was the only anger that left my body at that point. Now I was just calm. My breathing had become even, and my muscles became relaxed. I think I even chuckled to myself.

But I soon had enough of that.

All the frustration swooped back to me again, and I could feel my eyes get wider with rage. My relaxed body became anxious. I started trembling; my vision became blurred. I smacked Seiji across the face.

"DAMN YOU SEIJI!!! I TOLD YOU TO FIGHT BACK!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN?!?! WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?!?!?!?!!?!"

It was like I had become a two year-old and had a bad tantrum. I stood up, stomped my legs furiously and flapped my arms.

"AND NOW I KILLED YOU!!!! IF YOU HAD FOUGHT BACK, THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!?! YOU BASTARD-"

"Shuu!!"

I stopped immediately. Not this again…

I turned around, like I had done before when Seiji had stopped my ranting. There was Touma, standing only a couple of yards away from me, with a look of pure hatred.


"Shuu!"

"T-Touma…"

"SHUU!!"

I suppose he had such a loss for words he couldn't say anything other than my name. Oh god, that look on his face… I had seen him wear it before, but it was only a look he reserved for enemies, and I wasn't…wasn't one of them…at least I thought I wasn't one of them…

"Shuu…" He stopped and looked from me to Seiji. He was putting the pieces to the puzzle together in his mind.

This was what the Warlord had meant by a greater enemy approaching, and now it finally registered in my mind. Touma had come in at the wrong time, and heard my yelling. Not only could he see Seiji lying there dead, but he also looked past me to Shin lying in his own puddle of blood.

He hadn't known about the Dynasty Warlord. He only heard my yelling. He only knew that I had killed Seiji and Shin.

And now I would pay for it.

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A/N: Oi…..so short….so short -__-;;

Man, I had sooooo much writers block I couldn't believe it. But, at least this lil chapter pushes along the story, eh? Well, plan to write soon, that I do. Thanks for all the reviews!

-genmasho