Mr. Rurouni Kenshin Contest
By Anime no Miko
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Willow -- Hai, Shougo is one of them. Do you think I would leave such a bishie outta this?? ^^
amakasu toko -- I wouldn't leave Sou-chan out of this. For nothin' in this world! Okita? a bishie, I agree. hehehe ^_^ ... Don't worry, I'll bring him too.
kalios, DiaBLo, Azzusa-chan -- Arigatou for R&R ^_^
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-- Bishounen 'kidnapping' in Kyoto --
On her journey to recruit all the RK bishies for the contest, AnM first stopped at Tokyo recruiting Kenshin, Sanosuke, Yahiko, and Testuma. She recruited and sent them one by one to the contest place. Each bishie to his own dressing room. Everything was on the march until AnM was about to left for Kyoto and noticed she had forgotten a bishie, Tsukioka Tsunan, Sanosuke's friend. But thanks kami-sama Tsunan accepted right away to participate in the contest. He was all excited about meeting AnM's recruits in Kyoto ...
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.~*~. Shinomori Aoshi, Kyoto .~*~.
Aoshi sat in solitude in the temple. Alone he could meditate, deal with his inner demons. He couldn't help thinking of his dead friends who died protecting him. Beshimi, Shikijo, Hyotoko, Hannya. Dead because of his selfishness. His desire to hold the title of the strongest had blinded him and fed up his soul with negative feelings. He sought revenge when what he really needed was peace. And his thrist for revenge would have ended up in a major disaster if Battousai, no, if Himura Kenshin hadn't knocked some sense into his confused mind. Kenshin took him back to the Oniwabanshu, to his family, and to her. Back to Misao. He should be grateful to Kenshin, and he was. Yet he wasn't content. Wanting the title of the strongest had been absurd. But he wouldn't fight against Himura again. He had given up his kodachi. Aoshi had given up fighting and didn't have the most minimun intention to fight again, ever. So, what was it that kept Aoshi from being satisfied with the life he now lead? He found out during one his endless meditations. Aoshi felt his honor, or what was left of it, was at stake. Ever since he had come back to the Aoiya after the battle with Shishio, Aoshi had regarded himself unworthy of everyone and everything that surrounded him. Kanryu had made a fool of him, Kenshin had defeated him in battle, and he couldn't do anything against Shishio. And nothing would change that. Aoshi didn't show, but that really frustrated him. He thought the situation was hopeless, until the opportunity to prove his worthiness came to him ...
AnM: "Mind if we have tea together?"
Aoshi: "Who are you?"
AnM: "How rude. You don't know the great Anime no Miko?!"
Aoshi: "Anime no Miko?"
AnM: "Don't look at me like that, Aoshi. I come in peace. Now, can we drink the tea before it gets cold?"
Aoshi: "How do you know me? What do you want?"
AnM: "I'll be precise, Aoshi. I want to take you as a participant in my contest. As to your first question, EVERYONE knows you. You are one of the most popular bishies in the whole RK cast. Every girl drools at the perfect sight you make!! Gosh, are you that blind?!"
Aoshi: "Nani?"
AnM: "Nevermind. Ahem. As I was saying, I would like to count on your participation in my contest."
Aoshi: "Gomen, but I have no intentions whatsoever to participate in any contest."
AnM: "Not even in the first Mr. Rurouni Kenshin Contest?"
Aoshi: "Mr. Rurouni Kenshin Contest?"
AnM: "Hai."
Aoshi: "Is Himura participating too?"
AnM: "Of course he is. Kenshin was the first I invited."
Aoshi: "..."
AnM: "And I must say he was very confident in winning the title."
Aoshi: "..."
AnM: "Aoshi? Aoshi?!! Are you listening to me?!!"
Aoshi: "Aaa."
AnM: "Are you coming then?"
Aoshi: "Iie."
AnM: ' Dammit, Aoshi! You are hard to convince, and I still have to find some other bishies. '
Aoshi: "AnM."
AnM: "Hai, Aoshi?"
Aoshi: "Do you think I have any chances of defeating Himura?"
AnM: "I thought you swore to never take a sword in your hands again, Aoshi."
Aoshi: "I was referring to your contest."
AnM: "Ohhh! You kidding, Aoshi? Any?!! You have LOTTA chance of winning the contest!!"
Aoshi: "Is it so?"
AnM: "Hai. As true as you are one of my favorite bishies."
Aoshi: "Bishie?"
AnM: "Hehehe...Nevermind."
Aoshi: "Hmm.. Shall we go now?"
AnM: "Thought you'ld never say it. Let's go!"
.~*~. Seijuro Hiko, Kyoto .~*~.
"Dammit! Why does Hiko have to live so faraway? And I have to carry this sake like a mule all the way up!! Darn this mountain! Darn this heat!"
As she made her way up the mountain, muttering curses "under her breath," AnM could distinguish a familiar silhouette in the distance. Long hair, body the muscular very muscular type, tall, arrogant, (A/N: Oopps! guess that can't possibly be seen at distance, or can it? ^_~) wearing a mantle with outstanding neck. Seijuro Hiko, the 13th Master of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu Style. He was standing outside his hut working on his pottery under a fiery sun. Who would have tell it? Seijuro Hiko earned his living as a pottery craftsman, and his workmanship was by the way, very well respected in the surroundings. 'In the surroundings,' there laid the problem. Practically, if not everyone in the locality were well provided with Hiko's potteries. Vases, pots, bowls, plates, in short, the essentials, and even some figurines. Hiko was getting short of market, and the price of sake was not declining nor was his amount of sake drinking. It was time for internalization. Sweating and without any energy left, AnM reached her destiny.
AnM: "Oi -- Seijuro -- Hiko. You -- are -- at -- home?"
Hiko: "I'm rarely elsewhere. 'Rarely' would change to 'never' though, if a pretty lady with a generous share of sake comes to visit me everyday, like today. And the lady is?"
AnM: "Anime no Miko. It's a pleasure to meet you, Hiko-sensei. A gift, I brought you the best sake ever made."
Hiko: "Arigatou, AnM. You know my tastes very well, and my name as well. Quite famous, am I? The least to be expected from such great looks and ingenuity I was bestowed with, ne?" *teeth smile*
AnM: (blinks) 'I swear they shone.'
Hiko: "AnM?"
AnM: 'I swear his teeth shone.'
Hiko: "Hummm ... This sake is delicious, arigatou-gozaimasu. I was longing for this."
AnM: "Nani? Ahh, hehe.. It was nothing, Hiko-sensei. It's good you liked it."
Hiko: "So, what brings you here besides wanting to see my great looks and bringing me sake? You must have other motives. Tell me, go ahead."
AnM: "Oh I do, Hiko-sensei. I'm glad you asked. I want you to participate in the first Mr. Rurouni Kenshin Contest. And before you ask, hai, your baka deshi is participating. In fact, he's already there."
Hiko: "Who said I was going to ask that? I already knew that. What I want to know is if there's going to be free first-class sake. Is there?"
AnM: (falls back anime style.. A/N: not really, Hiko's question was expected ^_~) "Plenty of it."
Hiko: "Yoroshii. Ladies first, please." ' Kami-sama has noticed me, finally. Not only will I get to internationalize my name, and my pottery, but I'll also get free sake and the chance to humiliate my baka deshi. He thinks that because he has finally mastered the Amakakeru Ryuno Hirameki, he has got nothing more to learn. That baka still needs a lesson or two in coolness and great looks. '
AnM: "Arigatou, Hiko-sensei." 'Wonder if there's another way down. At least gravity will make it easier.'
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So Anime no Miko've got Aoshi and Hiko, Kyoto major bishies to participate in her contest. Her day couldn't get better, ne? Unortunately, it could get bad, and it did. She has forgotten certain wicked expert kickass police officer in Tokyo! Fujita Goro, better known as Saitou Hajime. A self-irritated AnM went back to Tokyo after Saitou, hoping she hasn't forgotten any bishie in Kyoto.
.~*~. Saitou Hajime, Kyoto .~*~.
Saitou Hajime sat behind an overcrowded desk. Towers of papers and documents lay on his office desk concealing his upper figure except for his head, which was slightly bent down, narrow golden eyes scrutining the paper on which his left hand rested. A cigarette pressed between the fingers of his right hand.
"Sir, there's a lady outside who wants to see you."
Saitou lifted his head. Drawing his right hand closer, he brought the cigarette to his thin lips smoking some more before talking.
"Do I know her? Does she have an appointment? No? Well, escort her out. I'm busy. Time is precious, and mine is more."
"Sir, she says it's urgent."
"Urgent? Hmm ... Was she abused? Beaten? Did she witness a crime? Well?"
"Iie. None of the situations you mentioned, Sir."
"Officer, get rid of her now. Unless you rather have that lady watch while I kick your ass for your negligence. Officer?"
Saitou arched his eyebrow subtly and talked in even voice, yet the officer knew Saitou meant what he said.
"Hai, Sir!"
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"Sir, she wouldn't leave. Her name is Anime no Miko, and she says you'd better stop being bitchy and mind her presence, or otherwise she'll show you bitchy."
'She'll show me bitchy? Hah.' Saitou smirked.
"Ahh, she also mentioned a name ... Saitou Haj--"
He stiffened somewhat. But just for barely a second. "Let her in." 'Interesting lady.' he thought, regaining his carefree actitude.
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AnM: "About time you let me in, Saitou."
Saitou: "Anime no Miko, isn't it? I see you know me perfectly. I think it would be only fair if I know you as well. Have a sit, please."
AnM: "I'll go to the point, Saitou. You must come with me and participate in the Mr. Rurouni Kenshin Contest."
Saitou: "Pardon?"
AnM: "A contest. Kenshin, Sanosuke, Aoshi, Hiko ... they are all coming. I need your presence as well. Not only as a participant, but as a measure of order. I know you still live under the Shisen-gumi code of Aku Soku Zan."
Saitou: "Aku Soku Zan."
AnM: "Hai. Now Saitou, can I count on you?"
Saitou: "This contest looks interesting. Guess I'll be joining as well." His golden were glowing, and his thin lips twisted into his unmistakable smirk.
As they headed outside, Saitou exhanged some words with his second officer in command.
"I'm going with this lady. Take care of everything in my absence."
"But Sir, we have an important case to take care of."
"Not as important /and interesting/ as this one, officer. Believe me."
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All this 'kidnapping' is taking longer than planned (Hey, it's not my fault Watsuki-sensei came up with all this bishies!!). Hopefully, I'll be done with this in the following/s chapter/s (plural meaning two chappies, which is more likely). 'Til next chapter. Ja-ne! (Wait, did you leave your review?? ^_^ )
By Anime no Miko
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Willow -- Hai, Shougo is one of them. Do you think I would leave such a bishie outta this?? ^^
amakasu toko -- I wouldn't leave Sou-chan out of this. For nothin' in this world! Okita? a bishie, I agree. hehehe ^_^ ... Don't worry, I'll bring him too.
kalios, DiaBLo, Azzusa-chan -- Arigatou for R&R ^_^
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-- Bishounen 'kidnapping' in Kyoto --
On her journey to recruit all the RK bishies for the contest, AnM first stopped at Tokyo recruiting Kenshin, Sanosuke, Yahiko, and Testuma. She recruited and sent them one by one to the contest place. Each bishie to his own dressing room. Everything was on the march until AnM was about to left for Kyoto and noticed she had forgotten a bishie, Tsukioka Tsunan, Sanosuke's friend. But thanks kami-sama Tsunan accepted right away to participate in the contest. He was all excited about meeting AnM's recruits in Kyoto ...
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.~*~. Shinomori Aoshi, Kyoto .~*~.
Aoshi sat in solitude in the temple. Alone he could meditate, deal with his inner demons. He couldn't help thinking of his dead friends who died protecting him. Beshimi, Shikijo, Hyotoko, Hannya. Dead because of his selfishness. His desire to hold the title of the strongest had blinded him and fed up his soul with negative feelings. He sought revenge when what he really needed was peace. And his thrist for revenge would have ended up in a major disaster if Battousai, no, if Himura Kenshin hadn't knocked some sense into his confused mind. Kenshin took him back to the Oniwabanshu, to his family, and to her. Back to Misao. He should be grateful to Kenshin, and he was. Yet he wasn't content. Wanting the title of the strongest had been absurd. But he wouldn't fight against Himura again. He had given up his kodachi. Aoshi had given up fighting and didn't have the most minimun intention to fight again, ever. So, what was it that kept Aoshi from being satisfied with the life he now lead? He found out during one his endless meditations. Aoshi felt his honor, or what was left of it, was at stake. Ever since he had come back to the Aoiya after the battle with Shishio, Aoshi had regarded himself unworthy of everyone and everything that surrounded him. Kanryu had made a fool of him, Kenshin had defeated him in battle, and he couldn't do anything against Shishio. And nothing would change that. Aoshi didn't show, but that really frustrated him. He thought the situation was hopeless, until the opportunity to prove his worthiness came to him ...
AnM: "Mind if we have tea together?"
Aoshi: "Who are you?"
AnM: "How rude. You don't know the great Anime no Miko?!"
Aoshi: "Anime no Miko?"
AnM: "Don't look at me like that, Aoshi. I come in peace. Now, can we drink the tea before it gets cold?"
Aoshi: "How do you know me? What do you want?"
AnM: "I'll be precise, Aoshi. I want to take you as a participant in my contest. As to your first question, EVERYONE knows you. You are one of the most popular bishies in the whole RK cast. Every girl drools at the perfect sight you make!! Gosh, are you that blind?!"
Aoshi: "Nani?"
AnM: "Nevermind. Ahem. As I was saying, I would like to count on your participation in my contest."
Aoshi: "Gomen, but I have no intentions whatsoever to participate in any contest."
AnM: "Not even in the first Mr. Rurouni Kenshin Contest?"
Aoshi: "Mr. Rurouni Kenshin Contest?"
AnM: "Hai."
Aoshi: "Is Himura participating too?"
AnM: "Of course he is. Kenshin was the first I invited."
Aoshi: "..."
AnM: "And I must say he was very confident in winning the title."
Aoshi: "..."
AnM: "Aoshi? Aoshi?!! Are you listening to me?!!"
Aoshi: "Aaa."
AnM: "Are you coming then?"
Aoshi: "Iie."
AnM: ' Dammit, Aoshi! You are hard to convince, and I still have to find some other bishies. '
Aoshi: "AnM."
AnM: "Hai, Aoshi?"
Aoshi: "Do you think I have any chances of defeating Himura?"
AnM: "I thought you swore to never take a sword in your hands again, Aoshi."
Aoshi: "I was referring to your contest."
AnM: "Ohhh! You kidding, Aoshi? Any?!! You have LOTTA chance of winning the contest!!"
Aoshi: "Is it so?"
AnM: "Hai. As true as you are one of my favorite bishies."
Aoshi: "Bishie?"
AnM: "Hehehe...Nevermind."
Aoshi: "Hmm.. Shall we go now?"
AnM: "Thought you'ld never say it. Let's go!"
.~*~. Seijuro Hiko, Kyoto .~*~.
"Dammit! Why does Hiko have to live so faraway? And I have to carry this sake like a mule all the way up!! Darn this mountain! Darn this heat!"
As she made her way up the mountain, muttering curses "under her breath," AnM could distinguish a familiar silhouette in the distance. Long hair, body the muscular very muscular type, tall, arrogant, (A/N: Oopps! guess that can't possibly be seen at distance, or can it? ^_~) wearing a mantle with outstanding neck. Seijuro Hiko, the 13th Master of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu Style. He was standing outside his hut working on his pottery under a fiery sun. Who would have tell it? Seijuro Hiko earned his living as a pottery craftsman, and his workmanship was by the way, very well respected in the surroundings. 'In the surroundings,' there laid the problem. Practically, if not everyone in the locality were well provided with Hiko's potteries. Vases, pots, bowls, plates, in short, the essentials, and even some figurines. Hiko was getting short of market, and the price of sake was not declining nor was his amount of sake drinking. It was time for internalization. Sweating and without any energy left, AnM reached her destiny.
AnM: "Oi -- Seijuro -- Hiko. You -- are -- at -- home?"
Hiko: "I'm rarely elsewhere. 'Rarely' would change to 'never' though, if a pretty lady with a generous share of sake comes to visit me everyday, like today. And the lady is?"
AnM: "Anime no Miko. It's a pleasure to meet you, Hiko-sensei. A gift, I brought you the best sake ever made."
Hiko: "Arigatou, AnM. You know my tastes very well, and my name as well. Quite famous, am I? The least to be expected from such great looks and ingenuity I was bestowed with, ne?" *teeth smile*
AnM: (blinks) 'I swear they shone.'
Hiko: "AnM?"
AnM: 'I swear his teeth shone.'
Hiko: "Hummm ... This sake is delicious, arigatou-gozaimasu. I was longing for this."
AnM: "Nani? Ahh, hehe.. It was nothing, Hiko-sensei. It's good you liked it."
Hiko: "So, what brings you here besides wanting to see my great looks and bringing me sake? You must have other motives. Tell me, go ahead."
AnM: "Oh I do, Hiko-sensei. I'm glad you asked. I want you to participate in the first Mr. Rurouni Kenshin Contest. And before you ask, hai, your baka deshi is participating. In fact, he's already there."
Hiko: "Who said I was going to ask that? I already knew that. What I want to know is if there's going to be free first-class sake. Is there?"
AnM: (falls back anime style.. A/N: not really, Hiko's question was expected ^_~) "Plenty of it."
Hiko: "Yoroshii. Ladies first, please." ' Kami-sama has noticed me, finally. Not only will I get to internationalize my name, and my pottery, but I'll also get free sake and the chance to humiliate my baka deshi. He thinks that because he has finally mastered the Amakakeru Ryuno Hirameki, he has got nothing more to learn. That baka still needs a lesson or two in coolness and great looks. '
AnM: "Arigatou, Hiko-sensei." 'Wonder if there's another way down. At least gravity will make it easier.'
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So Anime no Miko've got Aoshi and Hiko, Kyoto major bishies to participate in her contest. Her day couldn't get better, ne? Unortunately, it could get bad, and it did. She has forgotten certain wicked expert kickass police officer in Tokyo! Fujita Goro, better known as Saitou Hajime. A self-irritated AnM went back to Tokyo after Saitou, hoping she hasn't forgotten any bishie in Kyoto.
.~*~. Saitou Hajime, Kyoto .~*~.
Saitou Hajime sat behind an overcrowded desk. Towers of papers and documents lay on his office desk concealing his upper figure except for his head, which was slightly bent down, narrow golden eyes scrutining the paper on which his left hand rested. A cigarette pressed between the fingers of his right hand.
"Sir, there's a lady outside who wants to see you."
Saitou lifted his head. Drawing his right hand closer, he brought the cigarette to his thin lips smoking some more before talking.
"Do I know her? Does she have an appointment? No? Well, escort her out. I'm busy. Time is precious, and mine is more."
"Sir, she says it's urgent."
"Urgent? Hmm ... Was she abused? Beaten? Did she witness a crime? Well?"
"Iie. None of the situations you mentioned, Sir."
"Officer, get rid of her now. Unless you rather have that lady watch while I kick your ass for your negligence. Officer?"
Saitou arched his eyebrow subtly and talked in even voice, yet the officer knew Saitou meant what he said.
"Hai, Sir!"
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"Sir, she wouldn't leave. Her name is Anime no Miko, and she says you'd better stop being bitchy and mind her presence, or otherwise she'll show you bitchy."
'She'll show me bitchy? Hah.' Saitou smirked.
"Ahh, she also mentioned a name ... Saitou Haj--"
He stiffened somewhat. But just for barely a second. "Let her in." 'Interesting lady.' he thought, regaining his carefree actitude.
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AnM: "About time you let me in, Saitou."
Saitou: "Anime no Miko, isn't it? I see you know me perfectly. I think it would be only fair if I know you as well. Have a sit, please."
AnM: "I'll go to the point, Saitou. You must come with me and participate in the Mr. Rurouni Kenshin Contest."
Saitou: "Pardon?"
AnM: "A contest. Kenshin, Sanosuke, Aoshi, Hiko ... they are all coming. I need your presence as well. Not only as a participant, but as a measure of order. I know you still live under the Shisen-gumi code of Aku Soku Zan."
Saitou: "Aku Soku Zan."
AnM: "Hai. Now Saitou, can I count on you?"
Saitou: "This contest looks interesting. Guess I'll be joining as well." His golden were glowing, and his thin lips twisted into his unmistakable smirk.
As they headed outside, Saitou exhanged some words with his second officer in command.
"I'm going with this lady. Take care of everything in my absence."
"But Sir, we have an important case to take care of."
"Not as important /and interesting/ as this one, officer. Believe me."
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All this 'kidnapping' is taking longer than planned (Hey, it's not my fault Watsuki-sensei came up with all this bishies!!). Hopefully, I'll be done with this in the following/s chapter/s (plural meaning two chappies, which is more likely). 'Til next chapter. Ja-ne! (Wait, did you leave your review?? ^_^ )