Note: *~*~*~* = time passes. The chapter starts in kage's pov and still is
the flashback scene. Maybe I should post this as a separate story . . .
~grins~
Chapter 21: The Past Part 3
I looked around at the huge open dome, staying close to Okaa-san's side. Lounging about against the pillars and walls were crowds of people, all looking like fighters with weapons hanging by their sides and evil glares on their faces. Otou-san and Nii-chan were at the registration table, where a fat man was sitting. I looked up at Okaa-san and smiled slightly.
"Daijobu Okaa-san! Otou-san and Nii-chan won't lose!" I said, holding her hand. She blinked and glanced down at me, before smiling slightly and nodding her head. "I'll fight to protect Okaa-san also!"
"Yoshimi! Makoto! Come here, quickly!" Otou-san shouted, waving to us. I nodded and started to run over, but slowed down to walk by Okaa-san's side. I blinked and took a step back as we came up to the desk. The fat man's face leered over it at me, looking like a fat frog on a rock with one eye bulging and the other looking almost closed.
"So, this is Hasegawa Yoshimi?"
"H-Hai . . ." Okaa-san replied, nervously looking down at the ground. Nii-chan came up on her other side and put his hand on her shoulder. He whispered something to her and she looked up to meet the frog's gaze squarely.
[A/N: I don't know if this guy had a name or not . . . from now on it's the frog!]
"When does our match start?" Otou-san asked, putting a hand on the table. One of the frog's eyes went to gaze at Otou-san's hand, before a smirk grew on his face.
"Mori-sama is the one to decide that," he replied. "The matches will be decided in twenty minutes, in the room past that corridor." He gestured backwards with one fat arm, to a dimly lit hallway behind him and his desk. Otou-san bowed slightly to him.
"Thank you for your help."
"Don't thank me just yet," the frog man sneered, placing his hands on the desk and standing up. "You can't go yet, first you must pass a test . . . to see if you're worthy of participating in the tournament."
"A test," Niichan growled, taking a step away from Okaa-san and eying the men who weren't lounging anymore. "We have to fight these guys?" He got into a fighting stance, as did Otou-san. The frog-faced man pointed towards us.
"Go!" A group of men rushed towards us, whirling and brandishing weapons.
"Protect your mother!" Otou-san shouted, dodging an attack and whirling about to elbow his opponent in the back of the neck. I nodded and drew my two bokkens, and stood in front of her.
"Brat!" a tall man with a torn sleeveless shirt shouted, swinging a metal pole at me. I dodged to the side slightly, knocking the pole off course with one bokken. Slamming the other's hilt into his throat, I spun to block a hit from another man.
"Don't kill the woman, idiots!" the frog croaked, slamming his hand on the table. "The rest are fine!" Yukio turned aside an attack with the back of his hand and slammed his palm into the man's face.
"Cheh, it's fine that they kill you and take your madougu though, ne Otou-san?" he said, grinning. Otou-san frowned and moved his head to avoid a thrust from a sword-wielding attacker.
"I would have expected better manners from Mori Kurei," Otou-san said, catching the sword-blade with two fingers and slamming his elbow into his attacker's chest. A grunt that sounded like a croak made me look up from the mob.
"Mori Kurei doesn't run this tournament. We follow Mori Kouran," the frog croaked, a twisted smile on his face. "This is but a test." He spread his fat arms wide. "Only those who are worthy should participate in this great event."
"Don't joke around like that," Nii-chan growled, smashing a man out of his way. "This is a killing tournament, there's nothing glorious about it! We're just here to protect Okaa-san and our madougu!" I grinned and nodded, dodging out of the way and knocking the weapon out of my enemy's hand.
"We'll protect Okaa-san!"
*~*~*~*
"Ne nii-chan, what are we waiting for?" I asked, nudging him. He looked down at me quickly, putting a finger to his lips. I nodded slightly then continued looking forward at the empty stage. We had been waiting for five minutes or more, along with all the other competitors.I didn't know exactly how long though, because I was wearing black wristbands instead of my usual watch. Along with the bands, I wore a white gi and navy blue hakama. Nii-chan and Otou-san were wearing matching white gi and pants and stared at the stage without any signs of irritation or boredom. I sighed.
"Welcome, the contestants of the third Urabutousatsujin!" A female voice said, cutting through the mumbles of the fighters jammed into the room. I pushed a burly arm out of my way to see a girl with sheep horns on her head and dressed in a bikini step up on stage with a microphone in her hand. "Inside this arena, battling with your strength and power is the only path available! The winner will take all of the prizes!" She paused a moment then smiled. "We await your great participation in this tournament!"
I blinked and scratched my head, looking up at Okaa-san. She looked surprised at the announcer's garb. Nii-chan exhaled loudly. "It's like a damn wrestling match. Low caliber." I grinned up at him and startled as a loud voice cut through the crowd's collective whispers.
"You're so right, boy!!"
I turned, trying to see who was shouting so loudly, but everyone else was doing so as well. The announcer on stage coughed once to get everyone's attention, before continuing. "Now . . . please look at the screen! The sponsor wishes to say a few words." A screen slid down from the ceiling and flickered a moment before showing a man hunching over in a chair. His pupils were like pin-points and the left looked off in a different direction.
"Good day to all the brave contestants. I am the sponsor of this tournament, Mori Kouran!"
'Mori . . . Kouran?' I thought, looking at his face. 'It sounds familiar . . .not just because of the letter, but I've heard of him from somewhere else.'
"He's the ruler of the underground . . ." a man next to me mumbled to his companion, both dressed in half-armor. His companion nodded. "Mori . . . he uses the role of a charity host as a cover . . ."
"I wish good luck to all. The winner can obtain a handsome prize! Money, women, power. The things you crave the most, you can get. I now officially announce the start of the tournament!"
The face on the screen blacked out to a map of the tournament matches, the team names attached by solid white lines. I grabbed onto Nii- chan's sleeve with one hand. "Ne, Nii-chan, where are we? Who are we fighting?" I shouted over the screams and bellows of the other fighters around us.
"C Block . . . Team Kage verses Uruha Ikazuchi . . ."
TBC
It's going to be longer . . .i was caught up in a FOR RPG . . gomen!!! If people seem surprised that suddenly this normal family beats up these guys easily . . . they live in a dojo and Kazuo (otou-san) is the head of it . . . but he doesn't usually fight ^^; that's my answer. And the 2 bokkens kage uses, are to his size . . eg. Yahiko's shinai is his size and not kaoru's, so he's not wielding these huge long bokkens ~sweatdrop~
Emily: thanks for the review ^^ sorry for the slow updating as well . .
Moonlight2: I'm koganei's not really being cold, just that he's finally got the guy who's been making all this trouble for yanagi, so he's kinda angry. oh, kage's supposed to be 'around' koganei's age, so teenagers, 16 to 18. hurry update ur fic! ^_^
Chapter 21: The Past Part 3
I looked around at the huge open dome, staying close to Okaa-san's side. Lounging about against the pillars and walls were crowds of people, all looking like fighters with weapons hanging by their sides and evil glares on their faces. Otou-san and Nii-chan were at the registration table, where a fat man was sitting. I looked up at Okaa-san and smiled slightly.
"Daijobu Okaa-san! Otou-san and Nii-chan won't lose!" I said, holding her hand. She blinked and glanced down at me, before smiling slightly and nodding her head. "I'll fight to protect Okaa-san also!"
"Yoshimi! Makoto! Come here, quickly!" Otou-san shouted, waving to us. I nodded and started to run over, but slowed down to walk by Okaa-san's side. I blinked and took a step back as we came up to the desk. The fat man's face leered over it at me, looking like a fat frog on a rock with one eye bulging and the other looking almost closed.
"So, this is Hasegawa Yoshimi?"
"H-Hai . . ." Okaa-san replied, nervously looking down at the ground. Nii-chan came up on her other side and put his hand on her shoulder. He whispered something to her and she looked up to meet the frog's gaze squarely.
[A/N: I don't know if this guy had a name or not . . . from now on it's the frog!]
"When does our match start?" Otou-san asked, putting a hand on the table. One of the frog's eyes went to gaze at Otou-san's hand, before a smirk grew on his face.
"Mori-sama is the one to decide that," he replied. "The matches will be decided in twenty minutes, in the room past that corridor." He gestured backwards with one fat arm, to a dimly lit hallway behind him and his desk. Otou-san bowed slightly to him.
"Thank you for your help."
"Don't thank me just yet," the frog man sneered, placing his hands on the desk and standing up. "You can't go yet, first you must pass a test . . . to see if you're worthy of participating in the tournament."
"A test," Niichan growled, taking a step away from Okaa-san and eying the men who weren't lounging anymore. "We have to fight these guys?" He got into a fighting stance, as did Otou-san. The frog-faced man pointed towards us.
"Go!" A group of men rushed towards us, whirling and brandishing weapons.
"Protect your mother!" Otou-san shouted, dodging an attack and whirling about to elbow his opponent in the back of the neck. I nodded and drew my two bokkens, and stood in front of her.
"Brat!" a tall man with a torn sleeveless shirt shouted, swinging a metal pole at me. I dodged to the side slightly, knocking the pole off course with one bokken. Slamming the other's hilt into his throat, I spun to block a hit from another man.
"Don't kill the woman, idiots!" the frog croaked, slamming his hand on the table. "The rest are fine!" Yukio turned aside an attack with the back of his hand and slammed his palm into the man's face.
"Cheh, it's fine that they kill you and take your madougu though, ne Otou-san?" he said, grinning. Otou-san frowned and moved his head to avoid a thrust from a sword-wielding attacker.
"I would have expected better manners from Mori Kurei," Otou-san said, catching the sword-blade with two fingers and slamming his elbow into his attacker's chest. A grunt that sounded like a croak made me look up from the mob.
"Mori Kurei doesn't run this tournament. We follow Mori Kouran," the frog croaked, a twisted smile on his face. "This is but a test." He spread his fat arms wide. "Only those who are worthy should participate in this great event."
"Don't joke around like that," Nii-chan growled, smashing a man out of his way. "This is a killing tournament, there's nothing glorious about it! We're just here to protect Okaa-san and our madougu!" I grinned and nodded, dodging out of the way and knocking the weapon out of my enemy's hand.
"We'll protect Okaa-san!"
*~*~*~*
"Ne nii-chan, what are we waiting for?" I asked, nudging him. He looked down at me quickly, putting a finger to his lips. I nodded slightly then continued looking forward at the empty stage. We had been waiting for five minutes or more, along with all the other competitors.I didn't know exactly how long though, because I was wearing black wristbands instead of my usual watch. Along with the bands, I wore a white gi and navy blue hakama. Nii-chan and Otou-san were wearing matching white gi and pants and stared at the stage without any signs of irritation or boredom. I sighed.
"Welcome, the contestants of the third Urabutousatsujin!" A female voice said, cutting through the mumbles of the fighters jammed into the room. I pushed a burly arm out of my way to see a girl with sheep horns on her head and dressed in a bikini step up on stage with a microphone in her hand. "Inside this arena, battling with your strength and power is the only path available! The winner will take all of the prizes!" She paused a moment then smiled. "We await your great participation in this tournament!"
I blinked and scratched my head, looking up at Okaa-san. She looked surprised at the announcer's garb. Nii-chan exhaled loudly. "It's like a damn wrestling match. Low caliber." I grinned up at him and startled as a loud voice cut through the crowd's collective whispers.
"You're so right, boy!!"
I turned, trying to see who was shouting so loudly, but everyone else was doing so as well. The announcer on stage coughed once to get everyone's attention, before continuing. "Now . . . please look at the screen! The sponsor wishes to say a few words." A screen slid down from the ceiling and flickered a moment before showing a man hunching over in a chair. His pupils were like pin-points and the left looked off in a different direction.
"Good day to all the brave contestants. I am the sponsor of this tournament, Mori Kouran!"
'Mori . . . Kouran?' I thought, looking at his face. 'It sounds familiar . . .not just because of the letter, but I've heard of him from somewhere else.'
"He's the ruler of the underground . . ." a man next to me mumbled to his companion, both dressed in half-armor. His companion nodded. "Mori . . . he uses the role of a charity host as a cover . . ."
"I wish good luck to all. The winner can obtain a handsome prize! Money, women, power. The things you crave the most, you can get. I now officially announce the start of the tournament!"
The face on the screen blacked out to a map of the tournament matches, the team names attached by solid white lines. I grabbed onto Nii- chan's sleeve with one hand. "Ne, Nii-chan, where are we? Who are we fighting?" I shouted over the screams and bellows of the other fighters around us.
"C Block . . . Team Kage verses Uruha Ikazuchi . . ."
TBC
It's going to be longer . . .i was caught up in a FOR RPG . . gomen!!! If people seem surprised that suddenly this normal family beats up these guys easily . . . they live in a dojo and Kazuo (otou-san) is the head of it . . . but he doesn't usually fight ^^; that's my answer. And the 2 bokkens kage uses, are to his size . . eg. Yahiko's shinai is his size and not kaoru's, so he's not wielding these huge long bokkens ~sweatdrop~
Emily: thanks for the review ^^ sorry for the slow updating as well . .
Moonlight2: I'm koganei's not really being cold, just that he's finally got the guy who's been making all this trouble for yanagi, so he's kinda angry. oh, kage's supposed to be 'around' koganei's age, so teenagers, 16 to 18. hurry update ur fic! ^_^