Remember me? I know it's been months and I apologies for the very long delay. School is draining my time, job hunting is even more exhausting, and now the holidays are coming. I just pray to god I can find some type of job. Well, enough about my problems. Here is Chapter 5 of Live, Love, and Die by the Sword.
The spring had definitely came. The singing of song birds surrounded the air around the blossoming sakuras and the cool breeze cooled the little girl training hard in the open. Her elder sister focused on her training and made sure she had everything down pat.
"Girls! We have a special guest visiting from Tokyo." A man, more than likely the children's father, stepped out from the porch with another man with a sword at his belt. "Girls, I'd like you to meet Mr. Shiro Himura. He'll be staying here with us for a few days." The younger girl bowed gracefully. "Welcome, Mr. Himura." The man had long, flowing, red hair with violet eyes. His smile was warming with a kind persona all in it's self.
The girl's father introduced them. "This is my oldest daughter, Tsuruko. She's going to be the heir to our dojo and is the greatest swordsman in our school and only at thirteen." She bowed deeply. "It's such an honor to meet you, sir."
"And this is my second daughter, Motoko. She's been training ever since her third birthday back in December." Motoko bowed again, making sure she showed their guest the upmost respect. "I can see she's really devoted too, that she is. And at such a young age." Motoko glanced up and saw a small figure hiding behind Shiro's leg. He stepped aside, but the figure dodged again, still hiding from the two young girls.
"Now, now. No use in hiding. Come out and say hello." From behind his leg, a young boy came out, his face as pink as the cherry blossoms that fell all around them. "Well now," Shiro said. "Go ahead and introduce yourself." he looked up and nodded. "My name is Sosukei. Sosukei Himura." He bowed gracefully looked at Motoko. "Why don't you children go and play at the park," said Motoko's father. Tsuruko wiped her forehead from the sweat of a long morning's training and smiled. "Of course, father. I'll watch over them."
The park was full of children playing, running, and laughing, Tsuruko dropped them off at the sandbox. "You stay put and have fun while I go get us some ice-cream cones." Motoko looked on as her big sister ran to catch the truck. Even at such a tender age, she wanted to be just as strong and beautiful as her. Then she noticed Sosukei, who was still as red as he was back at home. "Why are you so quiet?" she asked. He couldn't answer. "It's okay," she said. "You can talk to me. Hey, do you like swords?" That caught his attention and he shot his head up with a smile all across his head. "Uh-hu" She got up from her seat at the sand box and got some sticks from a nearby tree. "How about we play swords." With eagerness, he reached out for the stick, but then remembered what his father told him. "I... can't." Motoko was baffled. "Why? It's just pretend."
"My daddy taught me never to hit girls, and when I ever meet them, than to treat them like princesses." Even though she was only a three year old child, her cheeks flushed over the charming little boy's words. "Um... it's ok. My big sister taught me that I can be just as strong as her and I won't have to have people be careful about me when I fight. And my daddy also taught me. He's the best sword fighter ever!"
Little Sosukei stood up and looked at her still sitting in the sand. "No way! My papa is. He learned his form from my grandfather and his father before that." Motoko was about ready to throw a hissy fit. "Oh yeah!?!? We'll see about that!" She threw down her sticks and grabbed Sosukei by the hand as they ran off to her father's dojo. 'I'll show him,' she thought to herself. 'My daddy and sister are the best. I'll have daddy beat up his daddy in a match. That'll teach him'
As she ran up the dojo stairs, dragging with her little Sosukei, she already heard the gong for signaling the start of a match begin. She knew hew father expected them to be at the park, so she kept quiet and carefully peaked through the crack between the doors. "Hey, why are y-" be fore he could finish, Motoko slapped her hand over his mouth. "Shh. Our Daddys think we're at the park with my big sister. Stat quiet and just watch." The where side by side, Cheek to Cheek peering through the same door, ever so careful not to make a sound.
"Well, Let's begin, shall we?" Motoko's father was the first to make a move, as he started with a Ki attack. Shiro quickly dodged it, jumping over the attack and already trying to end it quick. "Hiten Mitsurugi style! Ryu-Tsui-Sen!" He launched himself hard by kicking off the ceiling and dashing swiftly at his target. Motoko's father saw this, but knew it was impossible to dodge or block completely. He jumped forward, under Shiro and tumbled to the other side of the room. Shiro, however, didn't stop there. As soon as he hit the ground, he immediately launched himself back towards Mr. Aoyama with one of the greatest attacks that either children would ever see at that moment.
Ku-Zu-Ryu-Sen
This was it. The only way to possibly get out of this unscathed was for Mr Aoyama to use his secret technique.
Cutting Evil Strike
The School was filled with the thundering echo of two bokens cracking against the might of two gods of battle. This sent a ringing into the children's ears that caused them to squint their eyes shut and cover their ears that the most crucial moment of the battle. "Wha...what happened...Daddy!!!" Motoko slammed open the doors and ran to her father, who was lying unconscious on the floor. Sosukei looked up as well. What he saw was completely unexpected. His father, too, was knocked out. "Papa!!! Papa, you can't loose!!!" Just then, Tsuruko came in, panting from her concern of the children. "Motoko! Sosukei!"
Her eyes fluttered open, and Motoko found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. She sat up, covered in a cold sweat, and just now, completely grasped the situation.
"That...dream..."
"That was... twelve years... ago..."
She didn't know how to explain it, or even if their was anything to explain. Somehow, she had known of the Hiten Mitsurugi style her whole life. But more importantly, she had known him for just as much time...
"Sosukei Himura is his desendent..."
To be continued...
Damn. I am tired. Ten 'till one here, and I was ready to hit the hay. That is, until Lisa sent me a very scaaaary review involving ducks. Honestly, I came up with this chapter about three nights ago and finally finished it. Well, It'll be a while till I follow up, but not too long. By the way, I got Sosukei from Full Metal Panic, and I just realized that Sosueki Sagura has the same last name as Sanosukei Sagura. Coincident? I THINK NOT!!!
While you think about this little conspiracy theory, I leave you with a quote of 'wisdom.'
"First I'm gonna $^*@ that bitch, Shoot her in the head, and then &^*@ her there!!!" Yawney Valentine from "Hellsing."