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and I, having no wish to be sued, let it stay that way. I do however, own
Leiko.
NaTTiE: Well, at last you can see what they're talking about. Hope you like it! Thanks for reviewing! Amaya-san: Yeah, I just typed into Google and most seemed to be Leikaku, but whatever. *shrugs* Silly isn't it, all the different spellings? I'll try to update regularly. Thanks for reviewing! Egg Devil: Well hey there. Was not expecting you to come and review. Happy surprise! ^_^ Write more alt scenes! Now! By the power of the weasel, I command it! Thanks for reviewing!
More swearing in this chapter, guys. Silly bandit, being a potty-mouth. ^_^ Oh and some shounen-ai implications. Nothing explicit. Yeah, just general implications of stuff.
- Ch. 2 -
A girl was sitting on the bare dirt floor, her hands tied behind her back and her feet bound together, though she had tucked her legs to the side under her body. She had long ruddy brown hair wrapped in an intricate and rather bedraggled coil on the back of her neck and she wore some very ornate, though somewhat wrinkled, robes. Her jade eyes flashed with indignation as she argued with Genrou. The flame-haired bandit stood in front of her, his black overcoat cast aside and his right sleeve pushed up to his elbow as he nursed a bleeding wound on his forearm. How could I not hear these two screaming at each other? Kouji wondered incredulously. Good question, he answered himself. You must be deaf. Oh shut up, he snarled as he turned his attentions to the scene before him.
It was Genrou's turn to yell apparently. "Shit, girlie, I was just trying to make sure your bonds weren't too tight! Ye didn't have to bite me!" The bandit cradled his forearm protectively.
"Well how was I supposed to know you weren't trying to stab me in the back or something?" the girl retorted unrepentantly.
"What kind of monster do ye think I am?!" Genrou said, offended.
"You did waylay, assault, and rob my family, not to mention kidnapping me," she pointed out.
"Er. . . ." Genrou was at a loss for words. The girl only shook her head contemptuously. "Hey, don't be getting all snotty with me!" he cried. I hate girls, he thought, I really really really hate girls. "So. . ." he ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "What's yer name?"
The girl drew herself up as imperiously as she could despite her rather less than noble position. "I am Miharo Leiko."
Kouji looked sharply at Genrou. "Do you know who we just robbed?"
Genrou did a double take. "When the hell did you arrive?!" The other bandit looked offended. "Ye mean ye didn't know I was here?"
"Obviously not!"
"What the hell kind of buddy are you anyways?"
The girl looked back and forth with interest between the two bandits. "Buddies?" she asked. "Are you two lovers?"
There was a moment of shocked silence and then Genrou's face turned the color of his flaming hair. Kouji spluttered incoherently. "Lo - lovers?! Me and him?!" He looked at Genrou and turned green.
"Ah," the girl said smoothly. "I see you're not."
Genrou recovered his voice. "Now look here girlie, what the hell gave you that impression?!" He looked sick at the thought.
"Well - " she began, but Genrou stopped her with one upraised hand and said shortly, "Forget it. I just changed my mind. I don't want to know." He turned away from her and sighed.
"So what are you going to do with me?" she asked. "I warn you! My family has much influence and any harm you inflict on me will be paid tenfold!" Somehow, the speech seemed too rehearsed.
"Er. . ." Genrou said for the second time in that discussion. He licked his lips nervously. Think fast, Genrou, think fast! he told himself. Suddenly, his eyes brightened. "I know! We'll take you back to th' hideout!"
It was Kouji's turn to do a double take. "Th' hideout?! Why do ye wanna spoil the peace of our hideout?! Can't she stay here?"
"No, ya moron," Tasuki said, exasperated. "We are bandits and this is loot. And rather pretty girl loot too. Th' other bandits can do whatever they want with her if she stays here."
"Well why should we care?" Kouji frowned. "As bandits, it doesn't seem like it'd be unexpected if we had our way with the girlies we kidnapped."
"Please." Leiko's voice was low, almost inaudible. The two bandits stopped bickering and turned to her. "Please. . . don't let them do that to me."
Genrou rolled his eyes. Here we go, he thought. Here come the waterworks. But Leiko refused to let herself cry. She merely looked at them and her green eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "Please, keep me safe."
Genrou felt a little note of pity tug at his heart. Ignoring it, he squatted down next to her and asked, "And why should we do that, girlie?" "Because I'm only a woman." Her voice was calm but her eyes belied terrible fear.
Genrou frowned. What the hell was she talking about? He knew lots of women who could kick his ass if they tried. . . not that he was going to admit that to anyone. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just. . . don't give me to them." Leiko's voice trembled and she looked at the ground. A single tear slipped down her face and splashed on the bare dirt floor, leaving a small wet spot.
Genrou stood up. I'm not doing this out of pity, he told himself. I'm doing it because I don't want her to cry. I hate it when girls cry. Hell, I hate girls in general. He smirked. "Alright," he said. "C'mon Kouji, we're takin' her to th' hideout."
NaTTiE: Well, at last you can see what they're talking about. Hope you like it! Thanks for reviewing! Amaya-san: Yeah, I just typed into Google and most seemed to be Leikaku, but whatever. *shrugs* Silly isn't it, all the different spellings? I'll try to update regularly. Thanks for reviewing! Egg Devil: Well hey there. Was not expecting you to come and review. Happy surprise! ^_^ Write more alt scenes! Now! By the power of the weasel, I command it! Thanks for reviewing!
More swearing in this chapter, guys. Silly bandit, being a potty-mouth. ^_^ Oh and some shounen-ai implications. Nothing explicit. Yeah, just general implications of stuff.
- Ch. 2 -
A girl was sitting on the bare dirt floor, her hands tied behind her back and her feet bound together, though she had tucked her legs to the side under her body. She had long ruddy brown hair wrapped in an intricate and rather bedraggled coil on the back of her neck and she wore some very ornate, though somewhat wrinkled, robes. Her jade eyes flashed with indignation as she argued with Genrou. The flame-haired bandit stood in front of her, his black overcoat cast aside and his right sleeve pushed up to his elbow as he nursed a bleeding wound on his forearm. How could I not hear these two screaming at each other? Kouji wondered incredulously. Good question, he answered himself. You must be deaf. Oh shut up, he snarled as he turned his attentions to the scene before him.
It was Genrou's turn to yell apparently. "Shit, girlie, I was just trying to make sure your bonds weren't too tight! Ye didn't have to bite me!" The bandit cradled his forearm protectively.
"Well how was I supposed to know you weren't trying to stab me in the back or something?" the girl retorted unrepentantly.
"What kind of monster do ye think I am?!" Genrou said, offended.
"You did waylay, assault, and rob my family, not to mention kidnapping me," she pointed out.
"Er. . . ." Genrou was at a loss for words. The girl only shook her head contemptuously. "Hey, don't be getting all snotty with me!" he cried. I hate girls, he thought, I really really really hate girls. "So. . ." he ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "What's yer name?"
The girl drew herself up as imperiously as she could despite her rather less than noble position. "I am Miharo Leiko."
Kouji looked sharply at Genrou. "Do you know who we just robbed?"
Genrou did a double take. "When the hell did you arrive?!" The other bandit looked offended. "Ye mean ye didn't know I was here?"
"Obviously not!"
"What the hell kind of buddy are you anyways?"
The girl looked back and forth with interest between the two bandits. "Buddies?" she asked. "Are you two lovers?"
There was a moment of shocked silence and then Genrou's face turned the color of his flaming hair. Kouji spluttered incoherently. "Lo - lovers?! Me and him?!" He looked at Genrou and turned green.
"Ah," the girl said smoothly. "I see you're not."
Genrou recovered his voice. "Now look here girlie, what the hell gave you that impression?!" He looked sick at the thought.
"Well - " she began, but Genrou stopped her with one upraised hand and said shortly, "Forget it. I just changed my mind. I don't want to know." He turned away from her and sighed.
"So what are you going to do with me?" she asked. "I warn you! My family has much influence and any harm you inflict on me will be paid tenfold!" Somehow, the speech seemed too rehearsed.
"Er. . ." Genrou said for the second time in that discussion. He licked his lips nervously. Think fast, Genrou, think fast! he told himself. Suddenly, his eyes brightened. "I know! We'll take you back to th' hideout!"
It was Kouji's turn to do a double take. "Th' hideout?! Why do ye wanna spoil the peace of our hideout?! Can't she stay here?"
"No, ya moron," Tasuki said, exasperated. "We are bandits and this is loot. And rather pretty girl loot too. Th' other bandits can do whatever they want with her if she stays here."
"Well why should we care?" Kouji frowned. "As bandits, it doesn't seem like it'd be unexpected if we had our way with the girlies we kidnapped."
"Please." Leiko's voice was low, almost inaudible. The two bandits stopped bickering and turned to her. "Please. . . don't let them do that to me."
Genrou rolled his eyes. Here we go, he thought. Here come the waterworks. But Leiko refused to let herself cry. She merely looked at them and her green eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "Please, keep me safe."
Genrou felt a little note of pity tug at his heart. Ignoring it, he squatted down next to her and asked, "And why should we do that, girlie?" "Because I'm only a woman." Her voice was calm but her eyes belied terrible fear.
Genrou frowned. What the hell was she talking about? He knew lots of women who could kick his ass if they tried. . . not that he was going to admit that to anyone. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just. . . don't give me to them." Leiko's voice trembled and she looked at the ground. A single tear slipped down her face and splashed on the bare dirt floor, leaving a small wet spot.
Genrou stood up. I'm not doing this out of pity, he told himself. I'm doing it because I don't want her to cry. I hate it when girls cry. Hell, I hate girls in general. He smirked. "Alright," he said. "C'mon Kouji, we're takin' her to th' hideout."