Chapter Two
Honda looked over at his newfound friend. Otogi had his hands on his hips, watching the ground as he walked. Honda laughed softly, before looking to the setting sun. He shifted his sword slightly, which heard a scream from Otogi. Honda glanced over at him, finding him holding a lump of something black and hairy. Otogi looked furious and shoved it towards Honda's face, making him bend backwards to avoid it.
"What is THAT?"
"It is my HAIR! You cut my hair!" Honda peered at Otogi's hair then shrugged it off.
"I don't notice anything."
"That is because you have the creativity of a demised plant. Now my hair is out of proportion and it makes my face looks lopsided."
"Well, if it's off balance, tilt your head all the time." Otogi groaned and rubbed his forehead, before shaking his head and walking past Honda.
"Never mind. But it is your entire fault. You and that blasted sword."
"It's not 'that blasted sword'." Muttered Honda, quickly catching up to Otogi and walking with him. Otogi glanced at the sword, before looking up at the sky.
"Does it have a name? Probably something like Wataru." Otogi said, before rolling his eyes at Honda's dumbfounded expression. "Wa-tar-u. It means 'Wanderer'. The sword wanders and it is as if you have little control over it."
"Wataru is a stupid name, and a foolish word for a sword. A sword needs something strong and vicious sounding. Like. Amie du Sang."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means 'Friend Of Blood'."
"TELL me, that is not your swords name."
"No. My swords name is Punis D'etre. It means 'Punishment of Being'."
"Who the hell gave it THAT name? It's crap." Honda glanced over at Otogi, glaring holes in the offending bastard.
"I did, you moron. Now, move, all the blood in your body must be going to your mouth, and not your legs." For extra emphasis, Honda swung back with his sword and bluntly hit Otogi in the ass, bumping him forward. Otogi glared at Honda, before starting to walk again. Honda rolled his brown eyes gently, before swinging his sword up onto his shoulder and following the grumbling ex-slave.
For a while they walked in silence, before Honda glanced at Otogi and sighed softly.
"We're about 55 miles from Atari still, so we'll rest here."
"HERE!?! We're standing on sand. To the North, sand, west, sand, east, sand and to the bloody beautiful south!?! YAMI! It doesn't get much better."
"Just because you were on your knees or your back all day, you must be used to different varities of beds. Much as I seek to please you, I only have three words for you. Deal. With. It." He hissed out. Otogi glared at him, before tackling the ex-swordsman. Honda fell forward, before hitting the sand and rolling. His strength overpowered the raven-haired individual, but Otogi's teeth were much sharper and sank into Hondas armor. Well, would have, had not Honda been wearing armor plates. Honda rolled off Otogi and stood up, before getting tackled via the legs by Otogi. He slammed down, before punching Otogi's head down, pushing the smaller man off him. They lay back, breathing heavily from their petty scuffle, before gently poking each other, most of their strength spent.
"Moron."
"Ex-slave."
"Are you objecting to my past occupation?"
"You were bitching about it earlier, so don't whine to me." Honda casually answered, closing his eyes. The sun reflected down onto him, and warmed them silently, before Otogi turned to face Honda.
"You're lost aren't you."
"How do you figure that?"
"You need the EXACT mileage we were from Atari."
"Ah."
"You ARE lost aren't you."
"Yep. You wanna try dragging around someone who looks like a dead rat is lying on their head and whose mouth is open to much?"
"Wha- HEY! At least I don't have a pole sticking out from my head. How DOES your hair stay like that?"
"A mix of blood, sweat, tears and glue."
"Right. Do you have any water on you?"
"I could piss on your stupid face?"
"Stupid idjit."
"Why do you want water? You thirsty?" Honda asked, closing his eyes, a soft smirk gracing his lips as he lay there by the ex-slave.
"No. My scar hurts."
"Scar?"
"What do you THINK the line down my face is? See the v under my eye, connected to a long thing down my cheek? It's called a 'Y' for YAMI. Stupid."
"Oh.Well, it's distinctive?"
"Oh right, only forty thousand other slaves have them." Grumbled Otogi, rolling his eyes darkly. He sighed, before looking at the rapidly darkening sky.
"You're going about this the wrong way."
"Is there any other way to go about it? Oh wait, I forgot, you're soo much smarter then me because YOU weren't a slave. Well, eexxccuussee me." Drawled Otogi sarcasticly. Honda reached out and smacked him, his rough hands hitting Otogi's face painfully.
"Oh shut up?"
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Honda looked over at his newfound friend. Otogi had his hands on his hips, watching the ground as he walked. Honda laughed softly, before looking to the setting sun. He shifted his sword slightly, which heard a scream from Otogi. Honda glanced over at him, finding him holding a lump of something black and hairy. Otogi looked furious and shoved it towards Honda's face, making him bend backwards to avoid it.
"What is THAT?"
"It is my HAIR! You cut my hair!" Honda peered at Otogi's hair then shrugged it off.
"I don't notice anything."
"That is because you have the creativity of a demised plant. Now my hair is out of proportion and it makes my face looks lopsided."
"Well, if it's off balance, tilt your head all the time." Otogi groaned and rubbed his forehead, before shaking his head and walking past Honda.
"Never mind. But it is your entire fault. You and that blasted sword."
"It's not 'that blasted sword'." Muttered Honda, quickly catching up to Otogi and walking with him. Otogi glanced at the sword, before looking up at the sky.
"Does it have a name? Probably something like Wataru." Otogi said, before rolling his eyes at Honda's dumbfounded expression. "Wa-tar-u. It means 'Wanderer'. The sword wanders and it is as if you have little control over it."
"Wataru is a stupid name, and a foolish word for a sword. A sword needs something strong and vicious sounding. Like. Amie du Sang."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means 'Friend Of Blood'."
"TELL me, that is not your swords name."
"No. My swords name is Punis D'etre. It means 'Punishment of Being'."
"Who the hell gave it THAT name? It's crap." Honda glanced over at Otogi, glaring holes in the offending bastard.
"I did, you moron. Now, move, all the blood in your body must be going to your mouth, and not your legs." For extra emphasis, Honda swung back with his sword and bluntly hit Otogi in the ass, bumping him forward. Otogi glared at Honda, before starting to walk again. Honda rolled his brown eyes gently, before swinging his sword up onto his shoulder and following the grumbling ex-slave.
For a while they walked in silence, before Honda glanced at Otogi and sighed softly.
"We're about 55 miles from Atari still, so we'll rest here."
"HERE!?! We're standing on sand. To the North, sand, west, sand, east, sand and to the bloody beautiful south!?! YAMI! It doesn't get much better."
"Just because you were on your knees or your back all day, you must be used to different varities of beds. Much as I seek to please you, I only have three words for you. Deal. With. It." He hissed out. Otogi glared at him, before tackling the ex-swordsman. Honda fell forward, before hitting the sand and rolling. His strength overpowered the raven-haired individual, but Otogi's teeth were much sharper and sank into Hondas armor. Well, would have, had not Honda been wearing armor plates. Honda rolled off Otogi and stood up, before getting tackled via the legs by Otogi. He slammed down, before punching Otogi's head down, pushing the smaller man off him. They lay back, breathing heavily from their petty scuffle, before gently poking each other, most of their strength spent.
"Moron."
"Ex-slave."
"Are you objecting to my past occupation?"
"You were bitching about it earlier, so don't whine to me." Honda casually answered, closing his eyes. The sun reflected down onto him, and warmed them silently, before Otogi turned to face Honda.
"You're lost aren't you."
"How do you figure that?"
"You need the EXACT mileage we were from Atari."
"Ah."
"You ARE lost aren't you."
"Yep. You wanna try dragging around someone who looks like a dead rat is lying on their head and whose mouth is open to much?"
"Wha- HEY! At least I don't have a pole sticking out from my head. How DOES your hair stay like that?"
"A mix of blood, sweat, tears and glue."
"Right. Do you have any water on you?"
"I could piss on your stupid face?"
"Stupid idjit."
"Why do you want water? You thirsty?" Honda asked, closing his eyes, a soft smirk gracing his lips as he lay there by the ex-slave.
"No. My scar hurts."
"Scar?"
"What do you THINK the line down my face is? See the v under my eye, connected to a long thing down my cheek? It's called a 'Y' for YAMI. Stupid."
"Oh.Well, it's distinctive?"
"Oh right, only forty thousand other slaves have them." Grumbled Otogi, rolling his eyes darkly. He sighed, before looking at the rapidly darkening sky.
"You're going about this the wrong way."
"Is there any other way to go about it? Oh wait, I forgot, you're soo much smarter then me because YOU weren't a slave. Well, eexxccuussee me." Drawled Otogi sarcasticly. Honda reached out and smacked him, his rough hands hitting Otogi's face painfully.
"Oh shut up?"
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