Konnichiwa, minna! Sorry I've been away so long. My teachers have decided
to gang up on us and give us a number of projects that are due all within
the same week. Two of which happen to be very detailed papers that demand
almost all of my time. Unfortunately, this is just the beginning. Intuition
tells me that the worst is yet to come. So, until then, I must continue
with all my fics! Here is something I'm writing rather quickly. I just
wanted to get something out there.
Chapter 3: Yukishiro Enishi
Makoto Shishio grimaced as the light evaded his sight. It took a few seconds for his eyesight to clear, and what he saw was surprising. Aiza Keitaro sat in a very high tech looking wheelchair. Shishio scowled at this; there was no way to pull off his big scheme.
He turned his attention to the young man sitting next to him. At first, Shishio thought that his eyes had betrayed him, or perhaps they were playing tricks on him. His face said twenty-four or so; his hair said fifty- five. Shishio quickly brushed it aside; studying his masculine build, long legs and seemingly young aura, he decided that perhaps this man had had his hair dyed and maybe it was a family abnormality.
Shishio cast a look over to his own apprentice. 'Forever smiling.' He thought with cruel lint. His blank face soon twisted into a sly grin. "Aiza- san. How long has it been?"
The man called Keitaro Aiza wheeled himself over to his old friend by means of a remote control. "Too long, my friend." He smiled back at the man standing before him. He turned himself back around and stationed himself before Shishio's desk.
Shishio made his way to his desk and sat in his chair, Soujiro sitting beside him. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen! I am overjoyed to have you all in my presence. Before we get down matters of business," he paused to press a button on the surface of his desk. "we must first enjoy a drink." Within minutes, a butler came in carrying a bottle of sherry and four champagne glasses.
He set the tray down and poured a drink for each of the men, but only two glasses were accepted; neither of the younger men seemed to drink. Shishio eyed Keitaro's companion judgingly. "Now then. I believe we have business to discuss." He tilted his head towards Keitaro.
"Oh, yes!" Keitaro sputtered. He drank the last of his sherry and began to talk. "It has been seven years since I have been able to walk with the legs I was born with. Though I've tried replacements, they proved to be difficult and uncomfortable. I have Battoussai to thank for that pleasure. I have decided to take to the confinement of a wheelchair."
"May I ask how that helps me? I was looking forward to us BOTH attacking Battoussai in his weakened state. We all know that the man hasn't quite pulled out of the depression he's been in." Shishio interrupted.
"Yes. That is why I brought along my apprentice, Yukishiro Enishi. I took him under my wing, trained him, and now he is ready to seek revenge. You see, he also has a personal vendetta with the Battoussai."
"Really?" Shishio's interest was now sparked; Keitaro had taken in an apprentice? He had not known about this. "How good is he?" his eyes traveled to Enishi and rested on him for several seconds. The young man simply stared back as if he could see right through him.
"How good is he?" Keitaro sort of chuckled. He picked up the glass of sherry sitting in front of Enishi; the young man wouldn't drink it. "Why, he's about as good, if not better, than that Soujiro boy you have there." He motioned towards Soujiro whose face betrayed no emotion.
Shishio was definitely interested now. "You want him to be your replacement. You wish for him to fight by my side, as if he were you." Upon seeing Keitaro nod, Shishio sat back in his seat. "I want to see his skill. Our two apprentices, they will spar."
Keitaro seemed happy with Shishio's plan. "Good. I think you'll be quite pleased."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Enishi stared at the young man before him. His name was Seta Soujiro and he seemed a man of little emotions. That was all right, he'd have to work around this.
Soujiro also stared at the man a few years older than him. His appearance had quite puzzled him, but of course, his smile was still present and he held his sword up in a show that he was ready. Enishi nodded.
And then they began.
(a/n: sorry, but I will not write out fight scenes unless it's vital. I'll do descriptions, but not the step-by-step play. My skills aren't that great yet.)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Soujiro stepped back; his opponent was significantly bloody (mostly from minor cuts, but still..), but so was he. His brows furrowed in frustration. This man was proving to be a rather pesky opponent. His skills were up to par with his and his impassivity made it harder to read his moves. He quickly erased expression from his face; Enishi-san would most certainly NOT win this spar. "I must admit, Enishi-san. I've underestimated you." Soujiro said to his opponent. "But this a fight you cannot win." Soujiro's ever-present smile never faded.
Thoughts of his sister filled Enishi's head and he was filled with a new sense of power; and rage. Lunging at Soujiro, Enishi was ready to attack viciously.
Okay, that's it. For now. Once again, sorry it took so long and that it's so freakin; short. Please review and tell me what you think! Arigatou, minna-san!
Chapter 3: Yukishiro Enishi
Makoto Shishio grimaced as the light evaded his sight. It took a few seconds for his eyesight to clear, and what he saw was surprising. Aiza Keitaro sat in a very high tech looking wheelchair. Shishio scowled at this; there was no way to pull off his big scheme.
He turned his attention to the young man sitting next to him. At first, Shishio thought that his eyes had betrayed him, or perhaps they were playing tricks on him. His face said twenty-four or so; his hair said fifty- five. Shishio quickly brushed it aside; studying his masculine build, long legs and seemingly young aura, he decided that perhaps this man had had his hair dyed and maybe it was a family abnormality.
Shishio cast a look over to his own apprentice. 'Forever smiling.' He thought with cruel lint. His blank face soon twisted into a sly grin. "Aiza- san. How long has it been?"
The man called Keitaro Aiza wheeled himself over to his old friend by means of a remote control. "Too long, my friend." He smiled back at the man standing before him. He turned himself back around and stationed himself before Shishio's desk.
Shishio made his way to his desk and sat in his chair, Soujiro sitting beside him. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen! I am overjoyed to have you all in my presence. Before we get down matters of business," he paused to press a button on the surface of his desk. "we must first enjoy a drink." Within minutes, a butler came in carrying a bottle of sherry and four champagne glasses.
He set the tray down and poured a drink for each of the men, but only two glasses were accepted; neither of the younger men seemed to drink. Shishio eyed Keitaro's companion judgingly. "Now then. I believe we have business to discuss." He tilted his head towards Keitaro.
"Oh, yes!" Keitaro sputtered. He drank the last of his sherry and began to talk. "It has been seven years since I have been able to walk with the legs I was born with. Though I've tried replacements, they proved to be difficult and uncomfortable. I have Battoussai to thank for that pleasure. I have decided to take to the confinement of a wheelchair."
"May I ask how that helps me? I was looking forward to us BOTH attacking Battoussai in his weakened state. We all know that the man hasn't quite pulled out of the depression he's been in." Shishio interrupted.
"Yes. That is why I brought along my apprentice, Yukishiro Enishi. I took him under my wing, trained him, and now he is ready to seek revenge. You see, he also has a personal vendetta with the Battoussai."
"Really?" Shishio's interest was now sparked; Keitaro had taken in an apprentice? He had not known about this. "How good is he?" his eyes traveled to Enishi and rested on him for several seconds. The young man simply stared back as if he could see right through him.
"How good is he?" Keitaro sort of chuckled. He picked up the glass of sherry sitting in front of Enishi; the young man wouldn't drink it. "Why, he's about as good, if not better, than that Soujiro boy you have there." He motioned towards Soujiro whose face betrayed no emotion.
Shishio was definitely interested now. "You want him to be your replacement. You wish for him to fight by my side, as if he were you." Upon seeing Keitaro nod, Shishio sat back in his seat. "I want to see his skill. Our two apprentices, they will spar."
Keitaro seemed happy with Shishio's plan. "Good. I think you'll be quite pleased."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Enishi stared at the young man before him. His name was Seta Soujiro and he seemed a man of little emotions. That was all right, he'd have to work around this.
Soujiro also stared at the man a few years older than him. His appearance had quite puzzled him, but of course, his smile was still present and he held his sword up in a show that he was ready. Enishi nodded.
And then they began.
(a/n: sorry, but I will not write out fight scenes unless it's vital. I'll do descriptions, but not the step-by-step play. My skills aren't that great yet.)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Soujiro stepped back; his opponent was significantly bloody (mostly from minor cuts, but still..), but so was he. His brows furrowed in frustration. This man was proving to be a rather pesky opponent. His skills were up to par with his and his impassivity made it harder to read his moves. He quickly erased expression from his face; Enishi-san would most certainly NOT win this spar. "I must admit, Enishi-san. I've underestimated you." Soujiro said to his opponent. "But this a fight you cannot win." Soujiro's ever-present smile never faded.
Thoughts of his sister filled Enishi's head and he was filled with a new sense of power; and rage. Lunging at Soujiro, Enishi was ready to attack viciously.
Okay, that's it. For now. Once again, sorry it took so long and that it's so freakin; short. Please review and tell me what you think! Arigatou, minna-san!