Disclaimer: The creative genius Ms. Watase owns all things Fushigi Yuugi.
*sobs * I own the original character who will appear soon. *mischievous
gleam* And I also own Jii-nen. Cuz I came up him (little louse that he
is). I'll own more people as the story progresses.
Um. . . . . I can't think of when there'd be enough time for this storyline to work out, except for afterward the whole series. And that simply won't work for the storyline. So. . . . . . . I guess it happens before the whole Suzaku affair ever happened. There. Also, we're striking Aiken out of the picture. That evil old lecherous bandit never happened. Tasuki became leader without a hitch. And the story is PG for language and alcohol talk. Prob'ly too high, but I want to be on the safe side. Now go read, shoo!
- Ch. 1 -
Genrou was hopping mad. He had expressly told the new bandit Jii-nen to just watch and learn as the looting took place. He had never been a bandit before, just a petty thief, and Genrou didn't want him screwing things up. And what was the first thing this new bandit had done? That's right, he'd taken something. Damn that bandit! It wasn't even like he'd taken just taken anything; oh no, that would have been too simple, no, Jii-nen had chosen to carry off the daughter of the rich family they had hijacked. Genrou ground his teeth. I can't gut the feller, he thought as resisted the urge to put that iron fan he had taken to good use on a certain screw- up. At last, he turned around to face the cowering Jii-nen. The flickering torches along the walls of the mess hall cast strange shadows on the other bandits who leaned against the walls or sprawled in wooden chairs behind the unlucky man. For once, they were all sober.
Genrou narrowed his eyes. He took one deep breath and then he exploded. "What the hell were you thinking? We're tough mountain bandits! We don't want women hangin' around with us, no matter how beautiful they are! All women are trouble! They just cry and shriek and make stupid threats! They eat and worry about their hair and lay around not stirrin' a finger to help and just expect us to treat 'em like little princesses even though they're the ones who are prisoners!"
Kouji watched in silence as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He had warned Genrou not to take Jii-nen as a bandit, he would be too excitable and get caught up in the heat of the moment, but noooooo, Jinen had skills, he was useful, he had to be part of the crew at Mount Leikaku. Kouji knew half the reason Genrou was so mad was because he was sure he was never going to hear the end of it from Kouji and, well, he was right. The tanned bandit grinned at the prospect.
"And moreover, ye never go against the boss's orders, never! It's stupid and it'll get ye thrown out of the band faster'n you can say 'won't happen again'. Usually missing your tongue or your eyes or somethin', so ye can't rat 'em out." Genrou leaned close to the unfortunate bandit, a wicked smile on his face and his hand went back to touch the cold fan strapped on his back. Jii-nen paled. The other bandits laughed raucously. He let Jiin-en squirm for a minute before straightening and turning away. "But I'll let ye be. You're a new 'un and I don't feel like cleaning the room again." Jii-nen sagged in relief. Genrou whirled back around and narrowed his amber eyes dangerously. "But if you EVER again disobey my orders. I would suggest runnin' from the place before anyone notices." He brushed past the quivering Jii-nen and left the room, Kouji following him.
"Hey, Genrou!" Kouji called out to the bandit not very far in front of him. The ginger-haired man just tightened his grip on his tessen and walked a little faster. Kouji's smug smile broadened. "Hey, Genrou buddy, where ye goin'? I jus' want to talk to my best pal a little." Seeing that the subject being addressed showed no sign of slowing down, he broke into a run and grabbed Genrou's shoulder, forcing him to stop.
"Yes, Kouji?" Genrou said through gritted teeth as he jerked his arm from the other man's grasp and continued striding down the corridor.
"Do you remember. . . . . ." And with that, Kouji was off like a shot on his most impressive gloating spree yet (and that's saying a lot).
Genrou tried to ignore the ruthless bandit but inside he was seething. Every time he's right and I'm wrong, he's gotta make a big deal out of it. I don't do that when I'm right! Course. . . . . . a thought ran through his mind. I hardly ever am. Genrou sighed. Kouji was so wrapped up in rubbing Genrou's nose in the dirt that he didn't even notice when they stopped walking and Genrou opened a low door along the side of the corridor and entered, ducking his head.
It took Kouji a good fifteen minutes to realize he was alone, despite the yelling that had scared a few bats from the shadowed rafters into hurried flight a few minutes before. "Genrou?" He looked around, finally noticing the door slightly ajar next to him and the voices emanating from it. One was Genrou's and the other was most distinctly a woman's voice. Kouji pushed the door open a little more, stuck his head in and blinked, altogether speechless at the curious sight that met his prying eyes.
Um. . . . . I can't think of when there'd be enough time for this storyline to work out, except for afterward the whole series. And that simply won't work for the storyline. So. . . . . . . I guess it happens before the whole Suzaku affair ever happened. There. Also, we're striking Aiken out of the picture. That evil old lecherous bandit never happened. Tasuki became leader without a hitch. And the story is PG for language and alcohol talk. Prob'ly too high, but I want to be on the safe side. Now go read, shoo!
- Ch. 1 -
Genrou was hopping mad. He had expressly told the new bandit Jii-nen to just watch and learn as the looting took place. He had never been a bandit before, just a petty thief, and Genrou didn't want him screwing things up. And what was the first thing this new bandit had done? That's right, he'd taken something. Damn that bandit! It wasn't even like he'd taken just taken anything; oh no, that would have been too simple, no, Jii-nen had chosen to carry off the daughter of the rich family they had hijacked. Genrou ground his teeth. I can't gut the feller, he thought as resisted the urge to put that iron fan he had taken to good use on a certain screw- up. At last, he turned around to face the cowering Jii-nen. The flickering torches along the walls of the mess hall cast strange shadows on the other bandits who leaned against the walls or sprawled in wooden chairs behind the unlucky man. For once, they were all sober.
Genrou narrowed his eyes. He took one deep breath and then he exploded. "What the hell were you thinking? We're tough mountain bandits! We don't want women hangin' around with us, no matter how beautiful they are! All women are trouble! They just cry and shriek and make stupid threats! They eat and worry about their hair and lay around not stirrin' a finger to help and just expect us to treat 'em like little princesses even though they're the ones who are prisoners!"
Kouji watched in silence as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He had warned Genrou not to take Jii-nen as a bandit, he would be too excitable and get caught up in the heat of the moment, but noooooo, Jinen had skills, he was useful, he had to be part of the crew at Mount Leikaku. Kouji knew half the reason Genrou was so mad was because he was sure he was never going to hear the end of it from Kouji and, well, he was right. The tanned bandit grinned at the prospect.
"And moreover, ye never go against the boss's orders, never! It's stupid and it'll get ye thrown out of the band faster'n you can say 'won't happen again'. Usually missing your tongue or your eyes or somethin', so ye can't rat 'em out." Genrou leaned close to the unfortunate bandit, a wicked smile on his face and his hand went back to touch the cold fan strapped on his back. Jii-nen paled. The other bandits laughed raucously. He let Jiin-en squirm for a minute before straightening and turning away. "But I'll let ye be. You're a new 'un and I don't feel like cleaning the room again." Jii-nen sagged in relief. Genrou whirled back around and narrowed his amber eyes dangerously. "But if you EVER again disobey my orders. I would suggest runnin' from the place before anyone notices." He brushed past the quivering Jii-nen and left the room, Kouji following him.
"Hey, Genrou!" Kouji called out to the bandit not very far in front of him. The ginger-haired man just tightened his grip on his tessen and walked a little faster. Kouji's smug smile broadened. "Hey, Genrou buddy, where ye goin'? I jus' want to talk to my best pal a little." Seeing that the subject being addressed showed no sign of slowing down, he broke into a run and grabbed Genrou's shoulder, forcing him to stop.
"Yes, Kouji?" Genrou said through gritted teeth as he jerked his arm from the other man's grasp and continued striding down the corridor.
"Do you remember. . . . . ." And with that, Kouji was off like a shot on his most impressive gloating spree yet (and that's saying a lot).
Genrou tried to ignore the ruthless bandit but inside he was seething. Every time he's right and I'm wrong, he's gotta make a big deal out of it. I don't do that when I'm right! Course. . . . . . a thought ran through his mind. I hardly ever am. Genrou sighed. Kouji was so wrapped up in rubbing Genrou's nose in the dirt that he didn't even notice when they stopped walking and Genrou opened a low door along the side of the corridor and entered, ducking his head.
It took Kouji a good fifteen minutes to realize he was alone, despite the yelling that had scared a few bats from the shadowed rafters into hurried flight a few minutes before. "Genrou?" He looked around, finally noticing the door slightly ajar next to him and the voices emanating from it. One was Genrou's and the other was most distinctly a woman's voice. Kouji pushed the door open a little more, stuck his head in and blinked, altogether speechless at the curious sight that met his prying eyes.