Nikka: I couldn't disagree more!
mibu no ookami: You are definitely correct and I would like you to accept my sincerest apologies. I may have learned a little about Jap. history but I never really listened to the teacher. Oh and I leared from Discovery that most samurais were even more powerful than merchants because of their strength and (for the old guys in the biz) money, so I thought it was the same for them. Yeah, I was overboard with the bushido thing *sigh.* Another thing, about the childish part, it was my first impression of him so, I wondered how it would turn out if I portrayed him that way. Next time I write a fic, I'll keep those in mind and I'll use your resource. With all those flaws, you still found it interesting? Arigatou! Again, forgive me and thank you for the review.
Phoe-chan: Good for you! Yeah, I'm not with the Soujiou/Misao fics because of a few reasons. 1, they don't click. 2, they aren't really meant for each other. 3, my siblings are going to kill me. 4, Misao is for Aoshi. 5, those two barely know each other. 6, if you come to know those two better and pair them up (I'm not saying I know them best but there are hunches), it's best you hide in the mountains. 7, Soujirou...(reason cannot be stated due to it being a heavily guarded secret. No! I'm not in love with him!!!), that's why. I just put the drunk in because, my uncle was drunk that time and his stench annoyed me as much as he annoys me himself!
KasumiDestruction: Don't worry, he's going to keep it although it is ruined.
April-san: Thank you very much for your appreciation! Yeah, most of them are, including me! You like writing and reading A/N? I do too! Related to Soujirou-niisama...in my own world, yes!!!
I'm in the pits! I'm tired! I want to die!!! You know that is really a nice experience since you would have no trouble at all any more. Sorry if this turns out nasty and very short. Oh and I have to recall everything that my uncle and my friend in Japan taught me because I have to do Iaido and teach one of my classmates too. It's been 5 years...
***
His comrades looked at him with unspoken questions. He could have killed him, so why didn't he? Why wasn't he affected by any of the man's actions but the tearing of the ball? How did he manage to keep his temper in check while the rest of them lost it? What had happened to him? A few opened there mouths to speak but was immediately dismissed by a shake of his head as he left.
Souji had uncannily gotten used to the blood and gore for a reason he can't explain himself. Was it because he was lost in the 'void?' He didn't think so. He was still in his conscious state so why should he think of it? He couldn't even think when he was in it. What was it then? Why wasn't he sick? He couldn't understand it.
He went into his room and sat beside his futon without thinking of anything or even talking to his company. He just sat and thought. He floated in his own thoughts as if drowning in them as he was not able to speak even as Nagashima called out to him. After his fifth call, he retreated knowing he had no right to know of such things his master wanted to keep to himself.
***
Months have passed since the Shinsengumi had come, and their reputation of being bullies had an additional word; ruthless. Kondou had made a lot of mistakes and that was a fact, but even more degrading were the workings of Serizawa. Because of this, the first troop decided to act a little bit on their own and so, they gathered secretly at a village called Mibu where they discussed matters on how to cover up their leader's wrongs.
"What has Masanobu-san been thinking all this time?" Yamanami asked them as well as himself. "I don't understand it; he doesn't listen even if I suggest something. I'm really sorry that you cover up a lot, I just don't know how to convince him of other matters."
"We understand, Yamanami-san," Souji sighed, "I think it's what you get from aging. I wonder if I'll be that way 10 years from now."
"Captain," Akai called his attention, "that is the least of our worries right now."
"I know." Souji replied, "Just a little thought. But to the matter at hand, I should say that whatever command from him that we think wrong, we should do under the shadow of the night, as long as it's possible. That way, covering up wouldn't be too hard to efface it."
Their meeting, however, was discovered by an old fellow who spread the rumor of a secret meeting that turned into a meeting about killing then into meeting of several wolves as they killed; as it was passed on from person to person. As soon as it was known to many, someone had the secret out. It was then that they weren't only called the Mibu-ro by a few of their fellow comrades but they were called Mibu no Ookami by the whole town.
Soon enough, the Shinsengumi had gotten even more problems as some of their members, headed by Serizawa, began to use their authority and power, not to mention the fear of the people for them, to get what they want like free lodgings and drinks in an inn and other stuff. To say the least, none of the faithful were pleased at all with this attitude and so, Kondou gathered people who would get rid of them; the special killer group: Okita, Yamanami, Inoue, Todou and Harada.
That night, while they went to a place they thought they held secret, blood shaded the moon. They were just talking about what havoc they will wreck next. Little did they know that the spies of the Shinsen had discovered them with a little unintended aid from the Oiwabanshuu who were talking with each other in the daimyo's place when they were asked to report by the high one.
Being samurais, they weren't only trained in the art of swordsmanship, but as well as shooting an arrow while riding a horse. This was pretty much easier since they weren't on a horse so that when one arrow was flung, it went straight to one of the corrupt Shinsen's shoulder. The miss wasn't the fault of the assassin group for who could sniper in the darkened condition they were in.
Serizawa and the others were ultimately alarmed by this and so they rushed out. What they saw, though, stunned them beyond belief! Their own comrades were their assassins. They tried to reason with hem, but the assassin group would not heed a word of it. All they said was "You have dishonored us; your existence is of no value. Aku Soku Zan." (may I borrow it for a while, Saitou?)
Even with these words, it wasn't the assassin group who burst forth first, but the corrupt ones who were enraged by their words. The former was outnumbered by the latter but even so, they kept courage.
Serizawa went for Yamanami knowing him to be the oldest among them and probably the most important among the group. Blade met blade and their high- pitched clashes echoed through the silent night.
Souji moved sinuously from one opponent to another as they came at him from different sides. From a thrust here to a slash there to a poke on this end to a parry on the other; yet still overpowering them with raw skill and the 'void' which by then he had learned to control. None of them proved a challenge to him, until one came along. This man, he knew was new, but his abilities were undoubtedly well in the eyes of Souji. When they had first set eyes n each other, they recognized the potential and skill of both. Worse yet, the man was a part of his troop; the first troop.
"As they say," Souji said to him smiling, still enveloped in the nothingness within him, "for every grassland, there's a snake hidden within its recesses. How remorseful, I have had great expectations from someone like you."
"I wanted to include you in this but, your principles are very different from mine." The other said. "I respected you a lot, captain. Believe me I did." The sincerity of his voice was indeed true but at the word 'captain,' it sounded spat out.
With drawn swords, they went for each other. Souji slashed while the other parried; the newbie thrust at him and the captain dodged. The exchange of blows went on. Soon, though, the underling noticed that Souji was far from serious. It was the latter's heavily plastered smile that gave him away. In rage at what he thought t be mockery (which was in fact a test in actual fighting to Souji), he attacked randomly.
He tried first to strike at Okita's temple but the latter only evaded it stepping backwards. He lashed at him diagonally only for the captain to side step his attack. Then he twisted the opposite way, since his feet weren't in accordance with his last move, and did a backhand thrust - it was his biggest mistake yet.
Souji saw this as a hole in both his defensive and offensive states and knocked his opponent's sword right at his own middle. Only the reverse edge caught him and he lurched sideways in pain. The latter raised up his awareness and raised his sword for an overhead strike, but it was too late. The 1st trop captain had his sword thrust into his stomach and when his opponent lurched and tried to fight back with his remaining strength, he continued the blade up through the top of his head splitting him almost in half.
The battle was almost over with only two left standing and were killed quite easily. The group almost did their chiburi at the same time and eyed at each other in wonder as they realized it.
It was then time to leave and for the cleaning up to be done by the others who stood by to, once again, cover-up a mess.
***
The phasing here's too fast, I know.
mibu no ookami: You are definitely correct and I would like you to accept my sincerest apologies. I may have learned a little about Jap. history but I never really listened to the teacher. Oh and I leared from Discovery that most samurais were even more powerful than merchants because of their strength and (for the old guys in the biz) money, so I thought it was the same for them. Yeah, I was overboard with the bushido thing *sigh.* Another thing, about the childish part, it was my first impression of him so, I wondered how it would turn out if I portrayed him that way. Next time I write a fic, I'll keep those in mind and I'll use your resource. With all those flaws, you still found it interesting? Arigatou! Again, forgive me and thank you for the review.
Phoe-chan: Good for you! Yeah, I'm not with the Soujiou/Misao fics because of a few reasons. 1, they don't click. 2, they aren't really meant for each other. 3, my siblings are going to kill me. 4, Misao is for Aoshi. 5, those two barely know each other. 6, if you come to know those two better and pair them up (I'm not saying I know them best but there are hunches), it's best you hide in the mountains. 7, Soujirou...(reason cannot be stated due to it being a heavily guarded secret. No! I'm not in love with him!!!), that's why. I just put the drunk in because, my uncle was drunk that time and his stench annoyed me as much as he annoys me himself!
KasumiDestruction: Don't worry, he's going to keep it although it is ruined.
April-san: Thank you very much for your appreciation! Yeah, most of them are, including me! You like writing and reading A/N? I do too! Related to Soujirou-niisama...in my own world, yes!!!
I'm in the pits! I'm tired! I want to die!!! You know that is really a nice experience since you would have no trouble at all any more. Sorry if this turns out nasty and very short. Oh and I have to recall everything that my uncle and my friend in Japan taught me because I have to do Iaido and teach one of my classmates too. It's been 5 years...
***
His comrades looked at him with unspoken questions. He could have killed him, so why didn't he? Why wasn't he affected by any of the man's actions but the tearing of the ball? How did he manage to keep his temper in check while the rest of them lost it? What had happened to him? A few opened there mouths to speak but was immediately dismissed by a shake of his head as he left.
Souji had uncannily gotten used to the blood and gore for a reason he can't explain himself. Was it because he was lost in the 'void?' He didn't think so. He was still in his conscious state so why should he think of it? He couldn't even think when he was in it. What was it then? Why wasn't he sick? He couldn't understand it.
He went into his room and sat beside his futon without thinking of anything or even talking to his company. He just sat and thought. He floated in his own thoughts as if drowning in them as he was not able to speak even as Nagashima called out to him. After his fifth call, he retreated knowing he had no right to know of such things his master wanted to keep to himself.
***
Months have passed since the Shinsengumi had come, and their reputation of being bullies had an additional word; ruthless. Kondou had made a lot of mistakes and that was a fact, but even more degrading were the workings of Serizawa. Because of this, the first troop decided to act a little bit on their own and so, they gathered secretly at a village called Mibu where they discussed matters on how to cover up their leader's wrongs.
"What has Masanobu-san been thinking all this time?" Yamanami asked them as well as himself. "I don't understand it; he doesn't listen even if I suggest something. I'm really sorry that you cover up a lot, I just don't know how to convince him of other matters."
"We understand, Yamanami-san," Souji sighed, "I think it's what you get from aging. I wonder if I'll be that way 10 years from now."
"Captain," Akai called his attention, "that is the least of our worries right now."
"I know." Souji replied, "Just a little thought. But to the matter at hand, I should say that whatever command from him that we think wrong, we should do under the shadow of the night, as long as it's possible. That way, covering up wouldn't be too hard to efface it."
Their meeting, however, was discovered by an old fellow who spread the rumor of a secret meeting that turned into a meeting about killing then into meeting of several wolves as they killed; as it was passed on from person to person. As soon as it was known to many, someone had the secret out. It was then that they weren't only called the Mibu-ro by a few of their fellow comrades but they were called Mibu no Ookami by the whole town.
Soon enough, the Shinsengumi had gotten even more problems as some of their members, headed by Serizawa, began to use their authority and power, not to mention the fear of the people for them, to get what they want like free lodgings and drinks in an inn and other stuff. To say the least, none of the faithful were pleased at all with this attitude and so, Kondou gathered people who would get rid of them; the special killer group: Okita, Yamanami, Inoue, Todou and Harada.
That night, while they went to a place they thought they held secret, blood shaded the moon. They were just talking about what havoc they will wreck next. Little did they know that the spies of the Shinsen had discovered them with a little unintended aid from the Oiwabanshuu who were talking with each other in the daimyo's place when they were asked to report by the high one.
Being samurais, they weren't only trained in the art of swordsmanship, but as well as shooting an arrow while riding a horse. This was pretty much easier since they weren't on a horse so that when one arrow was flung, it went straight to one of the corrupt Shinsen's shoulder. The miss wasn't the fault of the assassin group for who could sniper in the darkened condition they were in.
Serizawa and the others were ultimately alarmed by this and so they rushed out. What they saw, though, stunned them beyond belief! Their own comrades were their assassins. They tried to reason with hem, but the assassin group would not heed a word of it. All they said was "You have dishonored us; your existence is of no value. Aku Soku Zan." (may I borrow it for a while, Saitou?)
Even with these words, it wasn't the assassin group who burst forth first, but the corrupt ones who were enraged by their words. The former was outnumbered by the latter but even so, they kept courage.
Serizawa went for Yamanami knowing him to be the oldest among them and probably the most important among the group. Blade met blade and their high- pitched clashes echoed through the silent night.
Souji moved sinuously from one opponent to another as they came at him from different sides. From a thrust here to a slash there to a poke on this end to a parry on the other; yet still overpowering them with raw skill and the 'void' which by then he had learned to control. None of them proved a challenge to him, until one came along. This man, he knew was new, but his abilities were undoubtedly well in the eyes of Souji. When they had first set eyes n each other, they recognized the potential and skill of both. Worse yet, the man was a part of his troop; the first troop.
"As they say," Souji said to him smiling, still enveloped in the nothingness within him, "for every grassland, there's a snake hidden within its recesses. How remorseful, I have had great expectations from someone like you."
"I wanted to include you in this but, your principles are very different from mine." The other said. "I respected you a lot, captain. Believe me I did." The sincerity of his voice was indeed true but at the word 'captain,' it sounded spat out.
With drawn swords, they went for each other. Souji slashed while the other parried; the newbie thrust at him and the captain dodged. The exchange of blows went on. Soon, though, the underling noticed that Souji was far from serious. It was the latter's heavily plastered smile that gave him away. In rage at what he thought t be mockery (which was in fact a test in actual fighting to Souji), he attacked randomly.
He tried first to strike at Okita's temple but the latter only evaded it stepping backwards. He lashed at him diagonally only for the captain to side step his attack. Then he twisted the opposite way, since his feet weren't in accordance with his last move, and did a backhand thrust - it was his biggest mistake yet.
Souji saw this as a hole in both his defensive and offensive states and knocked his opponent's sword right at his own middle. Only the reverse edge caught him and he lurched sideways in pain. The latter raised up his awareness and raised his sword for an overhead strike, but it was too late. The 1st trop captain had his sword thrust into his stomach and when his opponent lurched and tried to fight back with his remaining strength, he continued the blade up through the top of his head splitting him almost in half.
The battle was almost over with only two left standing and were killed quite easily. The group almost did their chiburi at the same time and eyed at each other in wonder as they realized it.
It was then time to leave and for the cleaning up to be done by the others who stood by to, once again, cover-up a mess.
***
The phasing here's too fast, I know.