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CHAPTER 7: Okita's entry
Saito blinked. He still saw Tokio standing there, beckoning him to come with her.
"What the--?" he started, but stopped as he felt searing pain cut through his right leg. He sank to the ground, the pain spreading into his lower leg and up into his body. He looked down and saw blood seeping through his clothes and staining the mats on the floor. Then, Saito saw Fyusha-Kala point her sword down to stab through his back. He rolled off to the side and felt the blade pierce his skin and stab right through his shoulder. Without pulling the blade out, Fyusha-Kala lifted her sword, bringing his body up with it. He gave a groan.
"See? I have you now, Captain Saito. The other members of the Shinsengumi are still fighting as I am so informed. There is no one to save you now," she let out a high pitched giggle and pulled out the sword. Then, she began to give Saito the beating of his life.
Okita couldn't stop coughing. He had just finished off five members of the Gyne Group and gone to find Saito. As soon as the coughing fit was over, Okita put on his usual smile. He had followed Saito to an alleyway and was contemplating whether or not he should go into the door in the wall. Finally, he decided to go in. He walked down the stairs and found himself in a long corridor that was damp and dirty.
These kinds of conditions aren't good for my health. Okita thought. But all I have to do is find Saito-san and I'll be out of here in no time! He can't be that far away if he is in here. Okita grinned even harder and continued down the corridor. He entered a room painted all black. There was the body of a young girl- even younger than him- lying sprawled on the floor.
"Saito-san has already been here," Okita commented to himself. He walked into the next room and the smile that was on his face disappeared immediately. Across he room from Okita, there was a woman, not younger than 30, with Saito's limp body lying bruised and beaten on the floor in front of her. Saito allowed a small groan of pain escape his throat. The woman turned.
"Who are you?" she scanned his body. "Ah, you must be one of the members of the Shinsengumi. Come to rescue Saito here, huh?" The woman asked, gesturing to Saito on the floor. Okita could only stand there, his mouth hanging open.
"Can't you say anything, kid, or are you already afraid of me?" the woman asked.
"I-I-I. ummm." Okita closed his mouth and began to smile again. "No, I'm not. I just needed to see what you were like. You must be very skilled to bring down Saito-san like that." Okita pulled out his sword.
"Yes, you'll be next," the woman said, flicking blood off her own sword.
"Let's see here. how should I attack. the Hiratsuki should be enough to defeat you!" Okita declared. He got into a stance that was similar to Saito's Gatotsu, but had two hands gripping the sword handle instead of the one left hand.
"Ah, yes, the famous Hiratsuki move of the Shinsengumi," the woman said, sheathing her sword and pulling the sheath up to above her hip. She placed her hand an inch away from the handle of the sword.
"Hmm. that's an odd stance, I must admit that I'm at a loss: I haven't ever seen it before," Okita commented. He grinned. "But anyway, I really do believe we should stop talking and begin the fight," Okita said.
"Okay. Are you planning to attack first or should I?" she asked. "By the way, I'm Fyusha-Kala."
"I'm Okita Soushi. Do you have a first name or is that your name?" Okita asked.
"That is my name. I only have one," Fyusha-Kala said. She inched forward a little.
"Okay. Sounds good to me. Let's begin the fight," Okita said. Then, just before he rushed, he went into a coughing fit.
"Looks like you're not well, little boy. I think you should pipe down for a while and take a break," Fyusha-Kala sneered.
"I can still-------fight you-------I can!" Okita coughed. Suddenly, Fyusha- Kala let out a scream and fell onto the floor face first. Saito was holding onto her ankle.
"Okita--- I think you should take her--- advice," Saito choked.
"What are you doing, Saito-san?" Okita asked, his coughing fit having settled down. "You're hurt! Let me fight!"
"No, I can fight," Saito said, standing weakly. "The wolf never gives up, right?" He pulled the sword out of her sheath and tossed it across the room.
"Right," Okita agreed reluctantly. He watched Saito limp across the room and pick up his own sword.
"How can you still stand?!" Fusha-Kala asked angrily. She picked herself up off the floor and headed toward her sword. "I don't care if you are a wolf or not! I'll kill you and then you'll have to give up!"
"Whatever you say." Saito said, mockingly. He got into a Gatotsu stance, ignoring the blood that dripped from his wounds.
"Hey! What about me? I want to fight too!" Okita whined. He moved into a Hiratsuki stance.
"Two against one isn't fair!" Fyusha-Kala snapped. She sheathed her sword and pulled the bottom of the sheath above her hip. "But I have a way of bringing one of you down!" She charged.
"Let me guess: You're going to do that illusion of Miss Tokio again?" Saito asked.
"What?!" Fyusha-Kala stopped. "How did you. YOU IDIOT!" She shrieked angrily. Saito charged at her with his Gatotsu and stabbed though her chest.
"AHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHH!" Fyusha-Kala wailed. She slumped to the floor, a pool of blood forming under her.
"Good going, Saito-san!" Okita smiled again. "Why are you here anyway?"
"They captured a girl. I'm going to get her back to her family," Saito said. He pulled his sword out of her body and flicked off the blood. Then, he sheathed his sword.
"Who? Is it this 'Miss Tokio' that you were talking about?"
"Yes," Saito admitted. "It is."
"Do you have feelings for her?" Okita asked, a malicious smile creeping across his childish face.
"Would you shut up?" Saito snapped. He averted his eyes. "And stop asking personal questions." Okita grinned evilly.
"Okay, Saito-san. I will," Okita said. He followed Saito into the next room. Tokio was sleeping, tied and gagged, against the wall. Saito ran over to her.
"Miss Tokio! Wake up!" Saito shook her awake.
"Captain?!" she whispered. He pulled out his sword and cut away the rope.
"Are you okay?" Saito asked, standing and pulling her up with him.
"Yes, but Kala, the leader, is somewhere around here. We should be careful," Tokio said. She looked at his body. "Captain! You're hurt!"
"I'll be okay. Let's get out of here," he said. "Okita, let's go." He turned around to see Okita with a gun pressed against the side of his head.
"Captain Saito," Kala's voice said from behind Okita. "I was expecting you."
"You." Saito said, taking a step forward, his hand going to he handle of his sword.
"Yes, me. But, if you take another step, Okita here will be blown away!" Kala laughed.
"Leader Kala," a male voice said from behind her. "Let him go."
"Who are you?" Kala asked, backing up and gesturing for Saito and Tokio to walk out. They obeyed.
"I am Himura Kenshin," the voice said.
"Battousai?" Saito asked. He stared across the room and saw the redhead with the distinctive cross-shaped scar on his left cheek.
"Battousai, what are you doing here?" Kala asked. "These people are you enemies! Why help them?"
"They are my enemies, but you are a common enemy. For now, we are on the same side," Battousai said. "I followed Okita-san here and I heard of your plan from some of your friends. You want to eliminate all men who are able to defeat you. I figured that included me, too."
"Well, you're really modest." Saito sighed sarcastically. Tokio grabbed onto his sleeve.
"So what are you planning to do, Battousai?" Kala asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"I'm planning to kill you," Battousai said. He sheathed his sword and took a Battou-jutsu stance. He ran toward Kala. Okita spun away from her and there was a loud bang from the gunshot. It narrowly missed Battousai's head and he unsheathed his sword with god-like speed.
"NOOOOOO!" Kala yelled and her blood splattered onto the floor. She fell and hit the ground. "All of. you. wi.ll.d.i.e." Kala said with her last breath.
"Captain?" Tokio said. She hugged onto him. "I was so scared."
"Battousai," Saito said, walking over to him, Tokio following.
"I'm not fighting you today," Battousai said. He sheathed his sword. "I will accept a challenge another time." He walked out the door without looking back.
"Let's go, Saito-san. There's been too much going on today," Okita said. "And we still have to travel back to Kyoto." He walked out the door.
"What?" Tokio cried. "You're leaving?!" A look of horror was plastered on her face.
"Yes, I am," Saito said. "I will walk you home tonight and say goodbye tomorrow, fair?"
"Captain." she whispered sadly, but nodded.
"Good. All is settled," Saito followed Okita out the door and took Tokio home after a long day.
A/N: Heh. Like it so far? Anyway, I think the next chapter is the last one, but I do have a sequel in mind. hmm. let me know what you think! Oh, and that Tokio illusion, I'll let you all use your imaginations as to how Fyusha-Kala pulled that one off. ^_^
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CHAPTER 7: Okita's entry
Saito blinked. He still saw Tokio standing there, beckoning him to come with her.
"What the--?" he started, but stopped as he felt searing pain cut through his right leg. He sank to the ground, the pain spreading into his lower leg and up into his body. He looked down and saw blood seeping through his clothes and staining the mats on the floor. Then, Saito saw Fyusha-Kala point her sword down to stab through his back. He rolled off to the side and felt the blade pierce his skin and stab right through his shoulder. Without pulling the blade out, Fyusha-Kala lifted her sword, bringing his body up with it. He gave a groan.
"See? I have you now, Captain Saito. The other members of the Shinsengumi are still fighting as I am so informed. There is no one to save you now," she let out a high pitched giggle and pulled out the sword. Then, she began to give Saito the beating of his life.
Okita couldn't stop coughing. He had just finished off five members of the Gyne Group and gone to find Saito. As soon as the coughing fit was over, Okita put on his usual smile. He had followed Saito to an alleyway and was contemplating whether or not he should go into the door in the wall. Finally, he decided to go in. He walked down the stairs and found himself in a long corridor that was damp and dirty.
These kinds of conditions aren't good for my health. Okita thought. But all I have to do is find Saito-san and I'll be out of here in no time! He can't be that far away if he is in here. Okita grinned even harder and continued down the corridor. He entered a room painted all black. There was the body of a young girl- even younger than him- lying sprawled on the floor.
"Saito-san has already been here," Okita commented to himself. He walked into the next room and the smile that was on his face disappeared immediately. Across he room from Okita, there was a woman, not younger than 30, with Saito's limp body lying bruised and beaten on the floor in front of her. Saito allowed a small groan of pain escape his throat. The woman turned.
"Who are you?" she scanned his body. "Ah, you must be one of the members of the Shinsengumi. Come to rescue Saito here, huh?" The woman asked, gesturing to Saito on the floor. Okita could only stand there, his mouth hanging open.
"Can't you say anything, kid, or are you already afraid of me?" the woman asked.
"I-I-I. ummm." Okita closed his mouth and began to smile again. "No, I'm not. I just needed to see what you were like. You must be very skilled to bring down Saito-san like that." Okita pulled out his sword.
"Yes, you'll be next," the woman said, flicking blood off her own sword.
"Let's see here. how should I attack. the Hiratsuki should be enough to defeat you!" Okita declared. He got into a stance that was similar to Saito's Gatotsu, but had two hands gripping the sword handle instead of the one left hand.
"Ah, yes, the famous Hiratsuki move of the Shinsengumi," the woman said, sheathing her sword and pulling the sheath up to above her hip. She placed her hand an inch away from the handle of the sword.
"Hmm. that's an odd stance, I must admit that I'm at a loss: I haven't ever seen it before," Okita commented. He grinned. "But anyway, I really do believe we should stop talking and begin the fight," Okita said.
"Okay. Are you planning to attack first or should I?" she asked. "By the way, I'm Fyusha-Kala."
"I'm Okita Soushi. Do you have a first name or is that your name?" Okita asked.
"That is my name. I only have one," Fyusha-Kala said. She inched forward a little.
"Okay. Sounds good to me. Let's begin the fight," Okita said. Then, just before he rushed, he went into a coughing fit.
"Looks like you're not well, little boy. I think you should pipe down for a while and take a break," Fyusha-Kala sneered.
"I can still-------fight you-------I can!" Okita coughed. Suddenly, Fyusha- Kala let out a scream and fell onto the floor face first. Saito was holding onto her ankle.
"Okita--- I think you should take her--- advice," Saito choked.
"What are you doing, Saito-san?" Okita asked, his coughing fit having settled down. "You're hurt! Let me fight!"
"No, I can fight," Saito said, standing weakly. "The wolf never gives up, right?" He pulled the sword out of her sheath and tossed it across the room.
"Right," Okita agreed reluctantly. He watched Saito limp across the room and pick up his own sword.
"How can you still stand?!" Fusha-Kala asked angrily. She picked herself up off the floor and headed toward her sword. "I don't care if you are a wolf or not! I'll kill you and then you'll have to give up!"
"Whatever you say." Saito said, mockingly. He got into a Gatotsu stance, ignoring the blood that dripped from his wounds.
"Hey! What about me? I want to fight too!" Okita whined. He moved into a Hiratsuki stance.
"Two against one isn't fair!" Fyusha-Kala snapped. She sheathed her sword and pulled the bottom of the sheath above her hip. "But I have a way of bringing one of you down!" She charged.
"Let me guess: You're going to do that illusion of Miss Tokio again?" Saito asked.
"What?!" Fyusha-Kala stopped. "How did you. YOU IDIOT!" She shrieked angrily. Saito charged at her with his Gatotsu and stabbed though her chest.
"AHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHH!" Fyusha-Kala wailed. She slumped to the floor, a pool of blood forming under her.
"Good going, Saito-san!" Okita smiled again. "Why are you here anyway?"
"They captured a girl. I'm going to get her back to her family," Saito said. He pulled his sword out of her body and flicked off the blood. Then, he sheathed his sword.
"Who? Is it this 'Miss Tokio' that you were talking about?"
"Yes," Saito admitted. "It is."
"Do you have feelings for her?" Okita asked, a malicious smile creeping across his childish face.
"Would you shut up?" Saito snapped. He averted his eyes. "And stop asking personal questions." Okita grinned evilly.
"Okay, Saito-san. I will," Okita said. He followed Saito into the next room. Tokio was sleeping, tied and gagged, against the wall. Saito ran over to her.
"Miss Tokio! Wake up!" Saito shook her awake.
"Captain?!" she whispered. He pulled out his sword and cut away the rope.
"Are you okay?" Saito asked, standing and pulling her up with him.
"Yes, but Kala, the leader, is somewhere around here. We should be careful," Tokio said. She looked at his body. "Captain! You're hurt!"
"I'll be okay. Let's get out of here," he said. "Okita, let's go." He turned around to see Okita with a gun pressed against the side of his head.
"Captain Saito," Kala's voice said from behind Okita. "I was expecting you."
"You." Saito said, taking a step forward, his hand going to he handle of his sword.
"Yes, me. But, if you take another step, Okita here will be blown away!" Kala laughed.
"Leader Kala," a male voice said from behind her. "Let him go."
"Who are you?" Kala asked, backing up and gesturing for Saito and Tokio to walk out. They obeyed.
"I am Himura Kenshin," the voice said.
"Battousai?" Saito asked. He stared across the room and saw the redhead with the distinctive cross-shaped scar on his left cheek.
"Battousai, what are you doing here?" Kala asked. "These people are you enemies! Why help them?"
"They are my enemies, but you are a common enemy. For now, we are on the same side," Battousai said. "I followed Okita-san here and I heard of your plan from some of your friends. You want to eliminate all men who are able to defeat you. I figured that included me, too."
"Well, you're really modest." Saito sighed sarcastically. Tokio grabbed onto his sleeve.
"So what are you planning to do, Battousai?" Kala asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"I'm planning to kill you," Battousai said. He sheathed his sword and took a Battou-jutsu stance. He ran toward Kala. Okita spun away from her and there was a loud bang from the gunshot. It narrowly missed Battousai's head and he unsheathed his sword with god-like speed.
"NOOOOOO!" Kala yelled and her blood splattered onto the floor. She fell and hit the ground. "All of. you. wi.ll.d.i.e." Kala said with her last breath.
"Captain?" Tokio said. She hugged onto him. "I was so scared."
"Battousai," Saito said, walking over to him, Tokio following.
"I'm not fighting you today," Battousai said. He sheathed his sword. "I will accept a challenge another time." He walked out the door without looking back.
"Let's go, Saito-san. There's been too much going on today," Okita said. "And we still have to travel back to Kyoto." He walked out the door.
"What?" Tokio cried. "You're leaving?!" A look of horror was plastered on her face.
"Yes, I am," Saito said. "I will walk you home tonight and say goodbye tomorrow, fair?"
"Captain." she whispered sadly, but nodded.
"Good. All is settled," Saito followed Okita out the door and took Tokio home after a long day.
A/N: Heh. Like it so far? Anyway, I think the next chapter is the last one, but I do have a sequel in mind. hmm. let me know what you think! Oh, and that Tokio illusion, I'll let you all use your imaginations as to how Fyusha-Kala pulled that one off. ^_^
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