How long has it been since I've last fought? Twenty years? Thirty? I can't even count. When you're as old as I am, you tend to loose track of time. I step into the ring, feeling even older than I did before the tournament. Most of my energy is gone-I didn't realize how old I am up until now. It dawns on me that I am going to die soon. I suppose it is best to go out with honor and dignity. Though that was nearly stolen from me. The young man I was fighting slashed my mask off. A riot broke out. "They're liars! Kill the whole team!" was the chant that went up. The announcer declared that the comittee was reviewing the tapes. We waited with bated breath, afraid of the verdict.
The verdict came in clear. If we thought the crowd was rioting before, they had reached levels never seen before-Ankouku Budokai or not. They screamed things at the one kitsune-announcer, throwing things at her like it was her fault. That was when I heard the voice-rich, deep, almost musical to my ears. It sounded so much like the man I used to love that my heart stopped momentarily. No, please. Spare a dying old woman the pain of memories. I turn around. There you are. I don't believe it. Yet, it can't be denied. It's you, looking no older than thirty. You haven't aged at all since I've seen you last-of course you wouldn't have. You gave up your humanity. As you speak, and tell all these people what a wonderful woman you think I am, I stare wordlessly at you. You finish up talking, and the crowd seems to go suddenly speechless. Then they start whispering in hushed voices. You look straight at me, and lift your sunglasses a little, so I can see the flicker of beautiful blue of your eyes. Your gaze bears into mine, imprinting on my soul. You smile, ever so slightly, and without anotherword, you walk away.
I don't know why you're here, Toguro, but I am happy I will get to face you once more. Yet underneath my happiness, I feel pain. You see, I still love you...
A/N: Who else thinks I did a better job with Toguro than I did with Genkai? *Raises her own hand*
The verdict came in clear. If we thought the crowd was rioting before, they had reached levels never seen before-Ankouku Budokai or not. They screamed things at the one kitsune-announcer, throwing things at her like it was her fault. That was when I heard the voice-rich, deep, almost musical to my ears. It sounded so much like the man I used to love that my heart stopped momentarily. No, please. Spare a dying old woman the pain of memories. I turn around. There you are. I don't believe it. Yet, it can't be denied. It's you, looking no older than thirty. You haven't aged at all since I've seen you last-of course you wouldn't have. You gave up your humanity. As you speak, and tell all these people what a wonderful woman you think I am, I stare wordlessly at you. You finish up talking, and the crowd seems to go suddenly speechless. Then they start whispering in hushed voices. You look straight at me, and lift your sunglasses a little, so I can see the flicker of beautiful blue of your eyes. Your gaze bears into mine, imprinting on my soul. You smile, ever so slightly, and without anotherword, you walk away.
I don't know why you're here, Toguro, but I am happy I will get to face you once more. Yet underneath my happiness, I feel pain. You see, I still love you...
A/N: Who else thinks I did a better job with Toguro than I did with Genkai? *Raises her own hand*
