Well, I'm done with a new chapter on my other project, so I'll do an new one for this. Note that I need a pre-reader for this fic. Someone who'll read the story and point out not just spelling and grammar mistakes. But I now give you Chapter 2 of "Live, Love, and Die by the Sword.
Motoko Aoyama stood on the corner of the street with a piece of history in her hands. Her eyes where almost on the verge of tears when she realized that in her hands, was the Legendary reverse bladed sword. She only heard legends of it's owner, The Hitokiri Batousai. She saw poor replicas in museums, but this one she was holding was almost perfect. She turned her attention back at the man covered in melon and citrus lying on the ground. "Where did you get this?" She demanded to know. "This is too perfect to be a replica, so I demand to know where this came from."
The red haired man noted her seriousness. "It was a gift from my father, as it was a gift from his." Motoko knew that this man was telling the truth. His eyes didn't wander, and his pulse was steady. The blade looked as good as new with no blood nor a scratch on it's surface. "So, stranger, why do you carry a sword in the streets like this? And By the way, what is you're name?" The man stood up and brushed off peels and seeds from his cloths. "My name is Sosukei. Sosukei Himura."
That name. It definitely struck a cord in Motoko's head, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. "Well, Himura. I apologies for attacking you like that, but just know that only two other people are able to either dodge, or survive my attack. And seeing as you carry a sword, I bet you're entering the tournament tomorrow." Sosukei rubbed the lump on the back of his head. "Yeah, my parents are putting me through this. They say it's a tradition of my family to win at least one championship, but I rather not fight if I don't have to." She looked at the sword at his side. "What style sword do you practice?"
"HEY!!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY CART!?!?!?" Both teenagers looked as the fruit vender ran to his demolished cart. "What happened? You better start explaining or I'll get the cops right now!" Motoko was busted. She couldn't lie and knew damn well that is was her fault that Sosukei wouldn't have crashed if she didn't jump to conclusions like she did. "I'm so-"
"It's all my fault, sir. I tripped over my own shoe laces and fell pretty hard." Sosukei clamped his hand over Motoko before she could spill her beans. Unfortunately, though, he was also depriving her of oxygen. Struggling to get free, she took his arm and whipped it to her left, swinging the red-headed young man into a wall. "Don't-ha you-ha EVER-ha lay another-ha hand on me like that again!" she was gasping for air while Sosukei was splattered on the wall.
Sosukei saved Motoko from what would have been a rather expensive situation for her to endure. He did, however, end up paying a hefty amount to repair the cart. He walked down the road to the hotel complex with Motoko not far behind. He turned and looked at her, now noticing her presents. "Is there something I can help you with, ma'am?" She walked up to him and looked his square in the eyes. "That was not necessary of you, you know. I know very well I should have paid for that cart. I don't need you're pity." Sosukei looked rather offended. "It's not pity. I was simply repaying a debt."
Her eyes shot him a glance. "What debt? What could you possibly owe me?" He looked up at the clouds coming in signaling a storm. "I owe you for not taking my life, that I do." She was taken a back by those words as he continued on. "That was the sword style of 'God's-Cry'. Only taught by some of the greatest sword masters of today deep in the mountains of Kyoto."
Motoko was stunned. Only Seta was able to identify her style. Before she could say anything, a rain dropped fell on the tip of her nose. She looked up and was met with a blanket of rain. The two ran towards the direction of a convenience store to take shelter from the storm. "This storm certainly came out of nowhere, that it did." Motoko look annoyed. "Why do you talk like that?" He simply shrugged his shoulders. She took a deep breath as she looked at her watch. 'Damn, I'm late. everyone at home is probably worried about me.
"SU, WILL YOU GET OFF OF ME!!?!?" Keitaro has his hands full with Su hanging off his neck while Naru was quickly losing patience. "WILL YOU GET YOU'RE HEAD BACK IN THE GAME HERE?!?!?" Keitaro could only sit and be strangled by Su's freakish strength. "Su... please...air!" With his last breath, he collapsed and landed with Su sitting on his face. Naru, normally, lost it.
"YOU PERVERT!!!!"
She lined up the kick and set him flying out the window. Kitsunei witnessed the super bowl field goal range. "Wow, that's a record breaker, if I ever seen one. But you can't really blame him. Motoko is pretty late. She should have been here around three and it's almost five." Naru looked at the clock as well. "You're right. I wonder what's keeping her."
As if she was waiting for a signal, Haruka came in with a remote at hand. "Maybe this might answer you're question." She flipped on the TV to the news station.
The reporter had already started. "...And with the world championship kendo tournament right around the corner, it seems to have attracted a real threat with it. Several reports of a 'Kendo Bandit' have been turned in. It's been said he stalks young women before they move somewhere secluded before he makes his move. The police have warned people to travel in groups and to stay inside if you don't have to go anywhere." Naru didn't know why, but she all of a sudden got a real bad feeling about this.
Still at the convenience store, Motoko looked at some umbrellas in the back. It didn't look like it was going to let up and she had to get home. She chose a black one and handed it to the cashier. "That'll be 700 yen"
(Author's note: I don't understand Tokyo prices or yen or any thing financial in Japan. Let's just say it's $8.00)
Before she could take out her bag, Sosukei pulled out his wallet. "I'll get that for you." He pulled out his wallet, but only had half of the price on him. Motoko rolled her eyes and paid the rest of it. As she walked down the street, she looked at the young man, still waiting for any sing that the rain might let up. "Hey, Himura!"
As Motoko walked down the sidewalk, she couldn't help but question herself. The one question that kept entering her mind was the first to come out of her lips. "Just why am I walking with you, any way?" He looked at her and smiled a warming smile. "Well, we did pay for the umbrella together, so it would only be fitting we share it as well.
SMACK
Motoko almost cut her knuckle with the sickening blow to the face. "YOU ONLY DID THIS TO GET CLOSER AND EVENTUELY UNDER MY SKIRT!" She walked away, throwing the umbrella down on the ground with the poor Himura knocked out. 'Men' she thought. 'They're all the same, with the exception of that worm, Urashima. He's lower than all the rest.'
It was almost six when Motoko reached home, all drenched from the rain. Everyone came in with a worried look on their faces. "Motoko!" Naru said. "Where have you been?!?!? You're two hours late and soaked to the bone." Su jumped from the air to tackled Motoko and wrapped her around with a blanket. "Motoko! I was so worried about you. Did you run across the Kendo Bandit?"
She simply shook her head. "I just got caught up, that's all. If you'll excuse me, I must change out of these cloths." Shinobu saw all this from afar. She could tell something else was on her mind, but thought it would be best to leave her alone for the time being.
Motoko took off her shirt and skirt, about ready to dress in her casuals. However, she just couldn't help but think of all that's happened today. That man with the red hair. The reverse blade sword. The fact he knew her sword style. But the one thing that she kept coming back to was the name...
"Hey, Motoko! Glad to see you made it ba-"
Motoko was completely undressed, saved for her undergarments. "URASHIMA!!!" She unsheathed her sword, ready to beat the sorry worm within an inch of his life. "DIE!!!"
To Be Continued...
Well, I finished this chapter. I didn't get as far as i was hoping for, but I think I got to a good save point. For the next chapter , the tournament will fall underway. And now there will be more at stake than just the title for Motoko. Untill then, I leave you with a quote of "wisdom."
"I'm so glad I'm a Dragon of Heaven... Cause they're all so beautiful!"~*~*~ Sorata Arisugawa from "X/1999"