Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Calibur, Soul Edge, Taki or Sophitia. These all belong to NAMCO.
Such a pity; they won't let me have them. Oh well. But this fanfic is mine.
Requietum
by jin long
jin_long@lycos.com
Chapter 1
The blonde girl would not stop screaming.
Taki cursed as she tried to hold the screaming foreign girl down while attempting
to remove the shards that were causing the girl's pain. How this young woman
could even stand the agony Taki did not know, but the ninja was not one to leave
a human being in such pain.
The ninja recalled how everything had come to this. It had all begun when Rekki-maru
started to strangely resonate to what she now knew as the evil swords Soul
Edge. And it was not only her beloved blade, but a ninja-to she'd been entrusted
with as well.
Mekki-maru. The name echoed and the image of the sword flashed through her mind.
"Never let Toki have it...... I beg you Taki! Never let Toki have this blade!" The memory
of Hachibei's words was as good as burned into her consciousness. And Hachibei...
Hachibei was right. Mekki-maru certainly had a dark nature to itself. Mekki-maru
resonated with the shard of the evil blade Soul Edge that she intended to return home
with.
A hard-won prize, that piece of the evil sword was, but Taki could not lose the sense
of unease she had about its seeming want to be joined with Mekki-maru.
Another scream of pain erupted from the wounded young woman before her, breaking
Taki out of her reverie. Yet one more shard joined its ilk on the green forest ground,
sealed in a piece of paper blessed by the magic the ninja wielded.
She would not have thought that this girl before her could shatter a sword as strong
as one of Soul Edge nor even hope to stand against such a bloodthirsty foe as the
pirate who wielded the evil blades. The girl's body, though toned, betrayed a
lack of proper combat training, the muscles not as developed as they should have been
in Taki's opinion.
Taki had seen many girls of this sort, the kind of girls that would plant rice in the vast
fields of Japan. Such girls' bodies were not primed to handle the weight of blades and
lacked every mark of training such as calluses on the knuckles or developed wrist muscles.
Such girls could not hope to stand against even the most ordinary of brigands.
And yet this young woman had endured long enough to battle the pirate. Taki wondered
endlessly about that single fact. This girl had given her the opportunity to strike the
pirate dead and the chance to collect a shard of Soul Edge. How was it indeed possible?
These wounds were of the girl's battle with the pirate, Taki knew, and they betrayed traces
of Soul Edge's serpentine nature. It was why she sealed each piece she removed, lest this
dark essence poison her mind as it had obviously done to this young foreigner.
Taki sighed as she extracted the last of the shards from the blonde's prone body, sealing it
then tossing it onto the nearby pile of its ilk. She hoped that this would at least end whatever
torture the girl had been enduring as she began to stitch the last wound up.
Exhausted, Taki collapsed on her her knees, breathing softly. Taking out the pieces and
sealing them, not to mention trying to heal and stitch up this young foreigner, had taken
its toll on the ninja's body.
I need sleep, Taki thought. I need a lot of sleep.....
After all, this foreign girl had to be brought back to whatever alien country it was that she
belonged to. Which one it was out of these godforsaken lands Taki did not know, but rest
assured she would find out.
A girl such as this foreigner should not be chasing notorious pirates or incredibly serpentine
swords, Taki thought. Hell, if she had not arrived at the port just in time, this young
foreigner would be dead.
This young woman belonged at home, wherever that was.
Then after that, Taki thought, it would be days on the Silk Road for herself, heading back to
Japan via the land. It meant crossing a vast desert, then crossing the vast land of China, and
probably even the peninsula of Korea.
And still she had to hide in her homeland, had to evade Toki and the rest of the the Fuuma ninja.
Toki was searching for Mekki-maru, a Toki unlike the one she'd known from her childhood. Her
stepfather was now only too insane, she knew, so consumed with want for the power Mekki-maru
seemed to promise.
It was an eternity of things to be accomplished, Taki thought.
But it could wait until morning. It could all wait until morning.
Taki groggily made her way to a bedroll beside her patient, eagerly slipping under the
blanket and rolling onto her side. She heard the tempo of the young foreigner's breathing
increase slightly in speed, and she turned over, curious. Was the poison of the shards
still harassing the blonde girl's mind?
No. It didn't seem to as the foreigner's breathing again became a relaxed, regular breath.
Taki sighed, only too relieved. She felt as if she didn't have any more energy to quell the
girl's nightmare-induced fits.
The ninja's eyelids began to droop as she turned away and began to fall asleep. That girl
puzzles me, Taki thought. Really, how could she do what she did?
Perhaps she is sent by the gods, Taki's intution said.
Really now, she thought. Sent by the gods? Now that was ridiculous.
Still, it could all wait till morning. Taki fell into a well-deserved sleep.
to be continued.....
Such a pity; they won't let me have them. Oh well. But this fanfic is mine.
Requietum
by jin long
jin_long@lycos.com
Chapter 1
The blonde girl would not stop screaming.
Taki cursed as she tried to hold the screaming foreign girl down while attempting
to remove the shards that were causing the girl's pain. How this young woman
could even stand the agony Taki did not know, but the ninja was not one to leave
a human being in such pain.
The ninja recalled how everything had come to this. It had all begun when Rekki-maru
started to strangely resonate to what she now knew as the evil swords Soul
Edge. And it was not only her beloved blade, but a ninja-to she'd been entrusted
with as well.
Mekki-maru. The name echoed and the image of the sword flashed through her mind.
"Never let Toki have it...... I beg you Taki! Never let Toki have this blade!" The memory
of Hachibei's words was as good as burned into her consciousness. And Hachibei...
Hachibei was right. Mekki-maru certainly had a dark nature to itself. Mekki-maru
resonated with the shard of the evil blade Soul Edge that she intended to return home
with.
A hard-won prize, that piece of the evil sword was, but Taki could not lose the sense
of unease she had about its seeming want to be joined with Mekki-maru.
Another scream of pain erupted from the wounded young woman before her, breaking
Taki out of her reverie. Yet one more shard joined its ilk on the green forest ground,
sealed in a piece of paper blessed by the magic the ninja wielded.
She would not have thought that this girl before her could shatter a sword as strong
as one of Soul Edge nor even hope to stand against such a bloodthirsty foe as the
pirate who wielded the evil blades. The girl's body, though toned, betrayed a
lack of proper combat training, the muscles not as developed as they should have been
in Taki's opinion.
Taki had seen many girls of this sort, the kind of girls that would plant rice in the vast
fields of Japan. Such girls' bodies were not primed to handle the weight of blades and
lacked every mark of training such as calluses on the knuckles or developed wrist muscles.
Such girls could not hope to stand against even the most ordinary of brigands.
And yet this young woman had endured long enough to battle the pirate. Taki wondered
endlessly about that single fact. This girl had given her the opportunity to strike the
pirate dead and the chance to collect a shard of Soul Edge. How was it indeed possible?
These wounds were of the girl's battle with the pirate, Taki knew, and they betrayed traces
of Soul Edge's serpentine nature. It was why she sealed each piece she removed, lest this
dark essence poison her mind as it had obviously done to this young foreigner.
Taki sighed as she extracted the last of the shards from the blonde's prone body, sealing it
then tossing it onto the nearby pile of its ilk. She hoped that this would at least end whatever
torture the girl had been enduring as she began to stitch the last wound up.
Exhausted, Taki collapsed on her her knees, breathing softly. Taking out the pieces and
sealing them, not to mention trying to heal and stitch up this young foreigner, had taken
its toll on the ninja's body.
I need sleep, Taki thought. I need a lot of sleep.....
After all, this foreign girl had to be brought back to whatever alien country it was that she
belonged to. Which one it was out of these godforsaken lands Taki did not know, but rest
assured she would find out.
A girl such as this foreigner should not be chasing notorious pirates or incredibly serpentine
swords, Taki thought. Hell, if she had not arrived at the port just in time, this young
foreigner would be dead.
This young woman belonged at home, wherever that was.
Then after that, Taki thought, it would be days on the Silk Road for herself, heading back to
Japan via the land. It meant crossing a vast desert, then crossing the vast land of China, and
probably even the peninsula of Korea.
And still she had to hide in her homeland, had to evade Toki and the rest of the the Fuuma ninja.
Toki was searching for Mekki-maru, a Toki unlike the one she'd known from her childhood. Her
stepfather was now only too insane, she knew, so consumed with want for the power Mekki-maru
seemed to promise.
It was an eternity of things to be accomplished, Taki thought.
But it could wait until morning. It could all wait until morning.
Taki groggily made her way to a bedroll beside her patient, eagerly slipping under the
blanket and rolling onto her side. She heard the tempo of the young foreigner's breathing
increase slightly in speed, and she turned over, curious. Was the poison of the shards
still harassing the blonde girl's mind?
No. It didn't seem to as the foreigner's breathing again became a relaxed, regular breath.
Taki sighed, only too relieved. She felt as if she didn't have any more energy to quell the
girl's nightmare-induced fits.
The ninja's eyelids began to droop as she turned away and began to fall asleep. That girl
puzzles me, Taki thought. Really, how could she do what she did?
Perhaps she is sent by the gods, Taki's intution said.
Really now, she thought. Sent by the gods? Now that was ridiculous.
Still, it could all wait till morning. Taki fell into a well-deserved sleep.
to be continued.....