Chapter 3: Forgotten Remembrance
A/N: Hey! Just in case you guys get really confused, this chapter is mainly flashbacks so that Tiffany will remember what's going on. It's also to let you in on a little bit of their past. ^_^ Don't worry, we promise that Kenshin will be here. Just be patient!
Disclaimer: We don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Maybe if we close our eyes and wish REEEEEEALLLY hard.*squeezes eyes closed*..._...*20 minutes later* ACK. We STILL don't own it. *sigh* And I was getting all excited. -_-
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As Tiffany brushes herself off, Danielle sits astride the knocked over tree and stares into the heavens. "Um...whatcha doin?" Tiff asks sitting down a bit farther from her, just out of the reach of Danielle's sword.
"Thinking how best to explain." Danielle sighs and looks at Tiffany. "What do you remember as of now?" Tiffany stares blankly and thinks.
"Well...I can see a lot. But I don't really remember anything." Danielle nods and plays with a leaf she plucked off a branch. "Ok...I guess I should start at the beginning."
Tiffany rolls her eyes. "That's a good place to start." Danielle shoots a glance and poises her hand ready to unsheathe her sword. "Just start the story!" Tiff cries, scooting further away. Danielle relaxes and looks back up to the stars. Memories flood into Tiff's head again, this time much more organized.
**Start flashback**
"MOM!!! DANIELLE IS TRYING TO KILL ME AGAIN!" A 10-year-old Tiffany screams running in from the courtyard. "I AM NOT! I WAS HELPING!" Danielle follows, sword drawn.
"BY TRYING TO CUT MY HEAD OFF????"
Danielle looks at her for a moment thinking. "No. By trying to get you to use your reflexes more." She sheathes her sword and crosses her arms, taking a defensive stance. Tiffany looks to her mother, who is obviously trying not to laugh. Danielle's mom rolls her eyes. "Danielle, you must be more careful." she scolds.
Tiff sticks her tongue out. "Mom! I won't hurt her! I'm trying to help her get stronger! She's been slacking lately and---" She was cut off by Tiffany. "Slacking?! I had the flu! I couldn't get out of bed!"
Danielle rolled her eyes. "When I had the flu I still got out of bed. You were just using it as an excuse to not practice." Tiffany's mom removed her hand from over her mouth. "Yes, but she had it much worse then you did." Danielle huffed and went back to the courtyard.
"Moooommmm." Tiffany whined. "Sweetie, Danielle has nothing else to do.this is how she was brought up. She revered her father...when he died, this was the only thing she had to take her mind off of it. That's why she is so serious about it." Danielle's mom said.
Tiff's mom nodded, but gave her a stern look. "She is right though. You do need to be a little more serious in your training. You two will be great someday." Tiff nodded and went to find Danielle.
~About 6 years later~
*End flashback*
"Whoa, wait...before we have more flashbacks...you were always like this? I never won??" Danielle shushes her. "You straightened up soon enough. Just watch. You just haven't completely regained your self yet. As we were thinking,"
*Start Flashback*
~About 6 years later~
"Come on!!! We've got to go! He's going to be here soon! We have to leave!" 16-year old Tiffany tugs Danielle's arm impatiently...and perhaps a little fearfully. Even though it was just a flashback, present-time Tiffany feels the fear.
Something, or someone, bad is coming. "Hang on just a minute...we have to see him." Danielle patiently settles herself more comfortably against the tree trunk. "I don't see how you are so calm...this guy is totally wacko! We don't even know the Cracker Jack, and he's trying to kill us! HAS been for over 3 years!" Tiffany exclaims fervently, flinging her arms into the air.
"And I intend to find out why. Right here, right...about...now!" Danielle jumps to her feet and unsheathes her sword gracefully. Tiffany widens her eyes at the sudden onslaught before remembering to unsheathe hers.
Danielle has taken a stance that can easily be offensive OR defensive. Tiffany recognizes the stance and takes her place beside her, using the technique that counters it. With her sword drawn back beside her body, she assumes her obvious offensive stance. Many enemies have attacked under these circumstances, and few have lived.
Watching her using her refined telepathic senses, Danielle slides slightly to the side and defines her stance to the more obvious offensive. With her sword parallel to the ground and tucked close to her body, her offensive is just as daunting as Tiffany's. Both girls are extremely aware of the other's movements, an asset of being together since birth. Of course, it had been planned that way. It wasn't every day that the government decides that they need new secret assassins.
It also wasn't every day that the trained assassins refuse to work for the government. And it sure as heck WAS every day that the bad guys decide to kill them anyway. The girls were trained by the best, leaving their homes after defeating both teachers. Continually testing each other to ensure sharp skills, they grew in strength until their names were spoken all around the country in awe and fear.
*End Flashback*
Present-time Tiffany watches as the enemy attacks their younger selves. "That's the guy that attacked me!" she exclaims, certain beyond a doubt that even though this attacker was different in appearance, he is the one who had attacked her in the clearing.
"Right...so you are beginning to remember again...it's only a matter of time." Danielle smiles. Another life to traipse the country, protecting the innocent from the evils.perhaps they wouldn't have to go this time. "Back to the story." She says softly, and the pictures begin.
*Start flashback*
The attacker is skilled. He's battling both girls with one sword...and they still haven't managed to hit him yet. They are both tiring, it's obvious. If something doesn't happen soon, this death-match is as good as over.
The battling continued well into the night, until finally, in desperation, Tiffany takes an extremely dangerous risk. Praying that her colleague will remember the intricacy of this risky gamble, she drops her sword and falls to her knees, simulating fatigue. Much to her luck, Danielle is more than adequately prepared for this attack.
With the attacker's attention turned to the felled girl, Danielle has the opportunity to fall behind, into the shadows, and position herself for the attack. The attacker is much too engrossed with what he thinks is his "prize" to remember the other girl. He warily circles Tiffany, nudging her now and then with his sword; Tiffany responds weakly.
He leans overtop her to pick her up, and as soon as Danielle hears the sword slide into the sheath, she leaps from the bushes, ambushing the attacker while Tiffany agilely dodges Danielle's thrusts. Flipping away from the attacker, Tiffany grabs her sword. But there is no need. The enemy is dead. "Are you wounded?" Tiffany asks Danielle.
"Nothing a good night's sleep won't cure..." Danielle sighs as they sheathe their swords and turn towards their camp. "How bout you?" "Not a scratch." Tiffany declares triumphantly. "But...sleep is good." She replies wearily. 'Please God, if you have any mercy.no more attacks tonight...' Danielle thinks to herself.
As they settle into sleep, the unseen lurks. Hours later, something tweaks Danielle's nerves, slowly bringing her to the surface of wakefulness. She gropes sleepily at the force, but it evades her probing with ease. Startled, she sits up in bed. "Tiff..." she whispers, "Tiff wake up, this could be bad."
"I'm already awake..." Tiff murmurs quietly. The force bursts in upon them, and both see they are in no condition to fight. "We must run..." Tiffany says softly. "The one we planned?" Danielle asks uneasily. "We must. There's no other way...GO!"
And with that, the girls disappear from their time.
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A/N: Woooo...pretty mysterious huh? If you're confused, don't worry, it'll clear up soon. And even if it doesn't, guess who is making a guest appearance! *beams smile* Yay! We've decided. Reviews are good. Hm. Where'd they go? Why don't you read the next chapter and find out? And if it isn't there.maybe you should look at your life. Why are you being punished? LACK OF REVIEWS MOST LIKELY. Just Kidding guys. Even though we LOVE reviews, I don't think we'd be THAT mean.
A/N: Hey! Just in case you guys get really confused, this chapter is mainly flashbacks so that Tiffany will remember what's going on. It's also to let you in on a little bit of their past. ^_^ Don't worry, we promise that Kenshin will be here. Just be patient!
Disclaimer: We don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Maybe if we close our eyes and wish REEEEEEALLLY hard.*squeezes eyes closed*..._...*20 minutes later* ACK. We STILL don't own it. *sigh* And I was getting all excited. -_-
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As Tiffany brushes herself off, Danielle sits astride the knocked over tree and stares into the heavens. "Um...whatcha doin?" Tiff asks sitting down a bit farther from her, just out of the reach of Danielle's sword.
"Thinking how best to explain." Danielle sighs and looks at Tiffany. "What do you remember as of now?" Tiffany stares blankly and thinks.
"Well...I can see a lot. But I don't really remember anything." Danielle nods and plays with a leaf she plucked off a branch. "Ok...I guess I should start at the beginning."
Tiffany rolls her eyes. "That's a good place to start." Danielle shoots a glance and poises her hand ready to unsheathe her sword. "Just start the story!" Tiff cries, scooting further away. Danielle relaxes and looks back up to the stars. Memories flood into Tiff's head again, this time much more organized.
**Start flashback**
"MOM!!! DANIELLE IS TRYING TO KILL ME AGAIN!" A 10-year-old Tiffany screams running in from the courtyard. "I AM NOT! I WAS HELPING!" Danielle follows, sword drawn.
"BY TRYING TO CUT MY HEAD OFF????"
Danielle looks at her for a moment thinking. "No. By trying to get you to use your reflexes more." She sheathes her sword and crosses her arms, taking a defensive stance. Tiffany looks to her mother, who is obviously trying not to laugh. Danielle's mom rolls her eyes. "Danielle, you must be more careful." she scolds.
Tiff sticks her tongue out. "Mom! I won't hurt her! I'm trying to help her get stronger! She's been slacking lately and---" She was cut off by Tiffany. "Slacking?! I had the flu! I couldn't get out of bed!"
Danielle rolled her eyes. "When I had the flu I still got out of bed. You were just using it as an excuse to not practice." Tiffany's mom removed her hand from over her mouth. "Yes, but she had it much worse then you did." Danielle huffed and went back to the courtyard.
"Moooommmm." Tiffany whined. "Sweetie, Danielle has nothing else to do.this is how she was brought up. She revered her father...when he died, this was the only thing she had to take her mind off of it. That's why she is so serious about it." Danielle's mom said.
Tiff's mom nodded, but gave her a stern look. "She is right though. You do need to be a little more serious in your training. You two will be great someday." Tiff nodded and went to find Danielle.
~About 6 years later~
*End flashback*
"Whoa, wait...before we have more flashbacks...you were always like this? I never won??" Danielle shushes her. "You straightened up soon enough. Just watch. You just haven't completely regained your self yet. As we were thinking,"
*Start Flashback*
~About 6 years later~
"Come on!!! We've got to go! He's going to be here soon! We have to leave!" 16-year old Tiffany tugs Danielle's arm impatiently...and perhaps a little fearfully. Even though it was just a flashback, present-time Tiffany feels the fear.
Something, or someone, bad is coming. "Hang on just a minute...we have to see him." Danielle patiently settles herself more comfortably against the tree trunk. "I don't see how you are so calm...this guy is totally wacko! We don't even know the Cracker Jack, and he's trying to kill us! HAS been for over 3 years!" Tiffany exclaims fervently, flinging her arms into the air.
"And I intend to find out why. Right here, right...about...now!" Danielle jumps to her feet and unsheathes her sword gracefully. Tiffany widens her eyes at the sudden onslaught before remembering to unsheathe hers.
Danielle has taken a stance that can easily be offensive OR defensive. Tiffany recognizes the stance and takes her place beside her, using the technique that counters it. With her sword drawn back beside her body, she assumes her obvious offensive stance. Many enemies have attacked under these circumstances, and few have lived.
Watching her using her refined telepathic senses, Danielle slides slightly to the side and defines her stance to the more obvious offensive. With her sword parallel to the ground and tucked close to her body, her offensive is just as daunting as Tiffany's. Both girls are extremely aware of the other's movements, an asset of being together since birth. Of course, it had been planned that way. It wasn't every day that the government decides that they need new secret assassins.
It also wasn't every day that the trained assassins refuse to work for the government. And it sure as heck WAS every day that the bad guys decide to kill them anyway. The girls were trained by the best, leaving their homes after defeating both teachers. Continually testing each other to ensure sharp skills, they grew in strength until their names were spoken all around the country in awe and fear.
*End Flashback*
Present-time Tiffany watches as the enemy attacks their younger selves. "That's the guy that attacked me!" she exclaims, certain beyond a doubt that even though this attacker was different in appearance, he is the one who had attacked her in the clearing.
"Right...so you are beginning to remember again...it's only a matter of time." Danielle smiles. Another life to traipse the country, protecting the innocent from the evils.perhaps they wouldn't have to go this time. "Back to the story." She says softly, and the pictures begin.
*Start flashback*
The attacker is skilled. He's battling both girls with one sword...and they still haven't managed to hit him yet. They are both tiring, it's obvious. If something doesn't happen soon, this death-match is as good as over.
The battling continued well into the night, until finally, in desperation, Tiffany takes an extremely dangerous risk. Praying that her colleague will remember the intricacy of this risky gamble, she drops her sword and falls to her knees, simulating fatigue. Much to her luck, Danielle is more than adequately prepared for this attack.
With the attacker's attention turned to the felled girl, Danielle has the opportunity to fall behind, into the shadows, and position herself for the attack. The attacker is much too engrossed with what he thinks is his "prize" to remember the other girl. He warily circles Tiffany, nudging her now and then with his sword; Tiffany responds weakly.
He leans overtop her to pick her up, and as soon as Danielle hears the sword slide into the sheath, she leaps from the bushes, ambushing the attacker while Tiffany agilely dodges Danielle's thrusts. Flipping away from the attacker, Tiffany grabs her sword. But there is no need. The enemy is dead. "Are you wounded?" Tiffany asks Danielle.
"Nothing a good night's sleep won't cure..." Danielle sighs as they sheathe their swords and turn towards their camp. "How bout you?" "Not a scratch." Tiffany declares triumphantly. "But...sleep is good." She replies wearily. 'Please God, if you have any mercy.no more attacks tonight...' Danielle thinks to herself.
As they settle into sleep, the unseen lurks. Hours later, something tweaks Danielle's nerves, slowly bringing her to the surface of wakefulness. She gropes sleepily at the force, but it evades her probing with ease. Startled, she sits up in bed. "Tiff..." she whispers, "Tiff wake up, this could be bad."
"I'm already awake..." Tiff murmurs quietly. The force bursts in upon them, and both see they are in no condition to fight. "We must run..." Tiffany says softly. "The one we planned?" Danielle asks uneasily. "We must. There's no other way...GO!"
And with that, the girls disappear from their time.
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A/N: Woooo...pretty mysterious huh? If you're confused, don't worry, it'll clear up soon. And even if it doesn't, guess who is making a guest appearance! *beams smile* Yay! We've decided. Reviews are good. Hm. Where'd they go? Why don't you read the next chapter and find out? And if it isn't there.maybe you should look at your life. Why are you being punished? LACK OF REVIEWS MOST LIKELY. Just Kidding guys. Even though we LOVE reviews, I don't think we'd be THAT mean.
