Rating: R VL (for violence, language, sexuality, and a bit of
yaoi)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people mentioned in this story except for myself.
A Strange Person
Enter Tokyo, Japan
Chapter 7: Clashing Swords
'The next room.my turn.' I thought to myself. We pushed open the heavy wooden doors and Kaoru, Yahiko, and I stepped into a nearly empty room. The walls were bare. There was nothing on the floor. It was just a completely empty room except for us and the man that stood to bar our path. "What is it you want?" he asked in a very calm voice. "Let us through. We don't want to fight you," I said to him. "If you think I will let you through without a fight then you are deranged. Either defeat me or die," he said as the door closed behind us. Kaoru ran to attempt to open it but her attempts were to no avail.
"If we must fight.I will be your opponent," I said. "Humph, I would rather fight someone worth my time, but if you are offering your life then I, Sinjourico fourth member of the Juconsorti, will have to take it," he said with an obvious smirk crossing his face. He didn't look very strong. He was an unusually skinny, short man with light brown hair. He had what seemed to be no muscle. "Very well," I said and took my sword into my hand and pulled it from the sheath. My opponent did the same. He held his sword below his waist with the tip to his right in both hands. I took my stance and studied him. He had the same expression as when we came in. He could obviously remain calm in very tight situations, which meant that I could not attack his spirit. He stood completely still, showing no sign of making the first move, so I decided to make it.
I lunged forward with my sword in hand and make an oblique swing at his shoulder only to have it blocked. I leapt back to my original position and saw Sinjourico rush towards me. He swung vertically at my head and I blocked. We stood there deadlocked. He was amazingly strong for his size. I began to lose the deadlock but threw him off with a burst of strength. He backed a few feet and I moved in. "Dragon Claw!" I called and swung to his head: blocked, to his left leg: blocked, to his left arm: blocked, to his right arm: blocked, and his right leg was barely scratched. I stood behind him and turned around. He was already coming at me. He swung at my leg and I, knowing I hadn't enough time to block, leapt back but his sword still made contact with my thigh. I landed and the impact sent flames of pain through my leg. I could feel the warm, crimson liquid oozing out of my wound. It hurt to stand on my leg but I ignored the pain because if I didn't I would certainly lose. I readied myself for another one of my favorite techniques. "Dragon Flash!" I called (Dragon Flash- Performed when sword is held with the blade going back the wrong way along you arm and you rush to your opponent with blinding fast speed, flip your wrist so the tip of the blade is pointed horizontally to the right [or left depending on which hand you use] and you spin when you strike and land a decent distance behind your opponent) I flawlessly carried out this technique yet it was blocked. I gaped at my opponent. `How could he have blocked that? It goes so fast I can hardly even see it' I thought to myself. I took a defensive stance as I tried to figure out how to go about defeating him. "Defending already? You are truly pathetic," the small man took his stance and attacked. I prepared to defend. He swung toward my neck and I naturally put my sword up to block.there was no sound. No metal against metal clang. `A feint' I moved the weapon I held down to meet his. I blocked the majority of the blow but part of his sword near the handle dug into my skin. I spun to release the rest of the sword. I saw an opening but needed time to recover. `Damn. Had I blocked the last attack completely I could've hit him.' I thought in self-disgust. `Why am I doing so badly? I know I'm better than this. I have to block out my thoughts and concentrate on this battle. I need. I need. a reason. Another reason. Home.' I thought. Now having to reasons for being here, to help these people and to get home. If I die here I will never get home. Sinjourico came at me again. But the technique did not seem to belong to his style. It was a Hiten technique. `But how?' It was the one technique I could have done without, the Ku-Zu- Ryu-San. Now I had to strike first, there was no way I could block that. I decided to attempt the Dragon Flash. I moved in. We met and both of us struck. I hit him but did not come out unscarred. He was cut across his lower shoulder and I was hit in the arm by the side of the blade. `I failed. I'm too tense. Relax. Think of. Music.' I thought, hoping to calm myself down. "Heh, you slipped up," I said calmly, hoping to make him tense and vulnerable. He just stared back. We stood in each other's gaze, eyes showing no emotion. It was like a staring contest and the first to blink or look away would die. "I slipped up? That is not possible," Sinjourico said finally, "Now I will show you true power. Bear witness to my `Sin Spiral'."
He leapt back onto the wall and placed his blade horizontally facing me then pushed of the wall spinning with his sword above his head. `He's completely parallel to the ground!' I thought in surprise. I prepared for countermeasures. This technique is similar to my Dragon Funnel so I did what I would to counter that. I used my Dragon Wheel, which just happened to work. I cut him down his back and he fell straight to the ground, however, he didn't remain there long. He immediately kicked back up. "Humph. You're the first person to counter that. I'm impressed. Although. Don't let it get to your head. I.will still win," he said. "Don't get overconfident. This battle is not yet over," I warned. The fight had come down to the point where the one to make a mistake would be the one to lose. `I can't screw up. Not now or I will surely die.' I said to myself. We stared into each other's emotionless eyes again, attempting to read our opponent's next move. I continued to study his eyes, hoping they would betray him. And to my surprise they did. The flashed and he came at me. He attempted another feint, which I saw through this time. "I won't fall for the same trick twice," I said as I prepared for an attack. I had an idea. "This is it. I will finish it now," I said. "Dragon- " I moved swiftly for him and swung down at his head. The blow was easily blocked, however he blocked with the side of the sword, which was what I planned on because of the type of attack. "Break!" I finished the name of the attack and at the same time forced all of my power down into my attack and broke his sword. My sword fell on the soft spot between his neck and shoulder (Similar to the attack Ryu-Tsui-Sen of the style Hiten Mitsurugi). The small, skinny man collapsed to his knees. "Kenshin.is on.next floor. But, you.will not defeat.Sh-" Sinjourico said between breaths as he lost his strength and passed out. I stood on my shaky legs, feeling drained. Never before have I experienced something like that. At that moment the large wooden doors that we entered through burst open. Sanosuke and Megumi stood in the doorway. Sano was patched up. He sustained more injuries than I thought. "We miss anything?" Sano asked with a small smile on his face. "Only my fight. Heh, heh," I said. I sheathed my sword as the group walked towards the back of the room. I joined them when they reached me. "He said Kenshin is upstairs somewhere. And that we wouldn't defeat someone," Kaoru informed Sanosuke and Megumi. We exited the desolate room and, to our surprise, immediately found the staircase. We climbed the unkempt and dirty steps up to the next level of the castle. We immediately entered into the room where Kenshin was. He was lying on the floor unconscious. We went to him and Megumi woke him. "Kenshin, are you alright?" Sano asked with an unusually protective sound in his voice. "I'm fine, that I am," he sounded like his normal self. Kenshin rose and we went to leave but when we turned around there was yet another challenger barring our path. He simply carried a sword. He was tall and wore a black shirt open in the front allowing the free parts to move in his movements with black pants. "Right into my trap,"
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people mentioned in this story except for myself.
A Strange Person
Enter Tokyo, Japan
Chapter 7: Clashing Swords
'The next room.my turn.' I thought to myself. We pushed open the heavy wooden doors and Kaoru, Yahiko, and I stepped into a nearly empty room. The walls were bare. There was nothing on the floor. It was just a completely empty room except for us and the man that stood to bar our path. "What is it you want?" he asked in a very calm voice. "Let us through. We don't want to fight you," I said to him. "If you think I will let you through without a fight then you are deranged. Either defeat me or die," he said as the door closed behind us. Kaoru ran to attempt to open it but her attempts were to no avail.
"If we must fight.I will be your opponent," I said. "Humph, I would rather fight someone worth my time, but if you are offering your life then I, Sinjourico fourth member of the Juconsorti, will have to take it," he said with an obvious smirk crossing his face. He didn't look very strong. He was an unusually skinny, short man with light brown hair. He had what seemed to be no muscle. "Very well," I said and took my sword into my hand and pulled it from the sheath. My opponent did the same. He held his sword below his waist with the tip to his right in both hands. I took my stance and studied him. He had the same expression as when we came in. He could obviously remain calm in very tight situations, which meant that I could not attack his spirit. He stood completely still, showing no sign of making the first move, so I decided to make it.
I lunged forward with my sword in hand and make an oblique swing at his shoulder only to have it blocked. I leapt back to my original position and saw Sinjourico rush towards me. He swung vertically at my head and I blocked. We stood there deadlocked. He was amazingly strong for his size. I began to lose the deadlock but threw him off with a burst of strength. He backed a few feet and I moved in. "Dragon Claw!" I called and swung to his head: blocked, to his left leg: blocked, to his left arm: blocked, to his right arm: blocked, and his right leg was barely scratched. I stood behind him and turned around. He was already coming at me. He swung at my leg and I, knowing I hadn't enough time to block, leapt back but his sword still made contact with my thigh. I landed and the impact sent flames of pain through my leg. I could feel the warm, crimson liquid oozing out of my wound. It hurt to stand on my leg but I ignored the pain because if I didn't I would certainly lose. I readied myself for another one of my favorite techniques. "Dragon Flash!" I called (Dragon Flash- Performed when sword is held with the blade going back the wrong way along you arm and you rush to your opponent with blinding fast speed, flip your wrist so the tip of the blade is pointed horizontally to the right [or left depending on which hand you use] and you spin when you strike and land a decent distance behind your opponent) I flawlessly carried out this technique yet it was blocked. I gaped at my opponent. `How could he have blocked that? It goes so fast I can hardly even see it' I thought to myself. I took a defensive stance as I tried to figure out how to go about defeating him. "Defending already? You are truly pathetic," the small man took his stance and attacked. I prepared to defend. He swung toward my neck and I naturally put my sword up to block.there was no sound. No metal against metal clang. `A feint' I moved the weapon I held down to meet his. I blocked the majority of the blow but part of his sword near the handle dug into my skin. I spun to release the rest of the sword. I saw an opening but needed time to recover. `Damn. Had I blocked the last attack completely I could've hit him.' I thought in self-disgust. `Why am I doing so badly? I know I'm better than this. I have to block out my thoughts and concentrate on this battle. I need. I need. a reason. Another reason. Home.' I thought. Now having to reasons for being here, to help these people and to get home. If I die here I will never get home. Sinjourico came at me again. But the technique did not seem to belong to his style. It was a Hiten technique. `But how?' It was the one technique I could have done without, the Ku-Zu- Ryu-San. Now I had to strike first, there was no way I could block that. I decided to attempt the Dragon Flash. I moved in. We met and both of us struck. I hit him but did not come out unscarred. He was cut across his lower shoulder and I was hit in the arm by the side of the blade. `I failed. I'm too tense. Relax. Think of. Music.' I thought, hoping to calm myself down. "Heh, you slipped up," I said calmly, hoping to make him tense and vulnerable. He just stared back. We stood in each other's gaze, eyes showing no emotion. It was like a staring contest and the first to blink or look away would die. "I slipped up? That is not possible," Sinjourico said finally, "Now I will show you true power. Bear witness to my `Sin Spiral'."
He leapt back onto the wall and placed his blade horizontally facing me then pushed of the wall spinning with his sword above his head. `He's completely parallel to the ground!' I thought in surprise. I prepared for countermeasures. This technique is similar to my Dragon Funnel so I did what I would to counter that. I used my Dragon Wheel, which just happened to work. I cut him down his back and he fell straight to the ground, however, he didn't remain there long. He immediately kicked back up. "Humph. You're the first person to counter that. I'm impressed. Although. Don't let it get to your head. I.will still win," he said. "Don't get overconfident. This battle is not yet over," I warned. The fight had come down to the point where the one to make a mistake would be the one to lose. `I can't screw up. Not now or I will surely die.' I said to myself. We stared into each other's emotionless eyes again, attempting to read our opponent's next move. I continued to study his eyes, hoping they would betray him. And to my surprise they did. The flashed and he came at me. He attempted another feint, which I saw through this time. "I won't fall for the same trick twice," I said as I prepared for an attack. I had an idea. "This is it. I will finish it now," I said. "Dragon- " I moved swiftly for him and swung down at his head. The blow was easily blocked, however he blocked with the side of the sword, which was what I planned on because of the type of attack. "Break!" I finished the name of the attack and at the same time forced all of my power down into my attack and broke his sword. My sword fell on the soft spot between his neck and shoulder (Similar to the attack Ryu-Tsui-Sen of the style Hiten Mitsurugi). The small, skinny man collapsed to his knees. "Kenshin.is on.next floor. But, you.will not defeat.Sh-" Sinjourico said between breaths as he lost his strength and passed out. I stood on my shaky legs, feeling drained. Never before have I experienced something like that. At that moment the large wooden doors that we entered through burst open. Sanosuke and Megumi stood in the doorway. Sano was patched up. He sustained more injuries than I thought. "We miss anything?" Sano asked with a small smile on his face. "Only my fight. Heh, heh," I said. I sheathed my sword as the group walked towards the back of the room. I joined them when they reached me. "He said Kenshin is upstairs somewhere. And that we wouldn't defeat someone," Kaoru informed Sanosuke and Megumi. We exited the desolate room and, to our surprise, immediately found the staircase. We climbed the unkempt and dirty steps up to the next level of the castle. We immediately entered into the room where Kenshin was. He was lying on the floor unconscious. We went to him and Megumi woke him. "Kenshin, are you alright?" Sano asked with an unusually protective sound in his voice. "I'm fine, that I am," he sounded like his normal self. Kenshin rose and we went to leave but when we turned around there was yet another challenger barring our path. He simply carried a sword. He was tall and wore a black shirt open in the front allowing the free parts to move in his movements with black pants. "Right into my trap,"
