The Chronicles of The Rurouni
By: Roaring Flames
Amongst the chaos of the revolution rose a patriot with amazing skill left his mark in history as the greatest of the Ishin Shishi and he was hitokiri Battousai. Felling all enemies that lay eyes upon him, he was still the protector of the weak. But at the end of the last battle he disappeared into the flow of time, this is where our story begins...
"I believe this is the Takido route to Tokyo am I right?" red-haired man asked to a traveler. The man nodded his head and pointed towards the mountains. The red-haired man bowed and walked of in the opposite direction of the traveler.
"What a weird boy, wearing such an odd choice of color." The traveler said while watching the boy go farther down the road. Pink? 'Must've been florist in Kyoto.' He shock his head slightly and went on his journey to Kyoto.
'Hey Rurouni?'
'Hmm?"
'Where are we going?'
'Any place far away from Kyoto, why?'
'Just asking...'
'Is something wrong?'
Oh that was something that the rurouni side of the red head was going to regret asking for the rest of his life. But hey at least his other side would quit sulking and finally get into the game.
'Wrong?! I'll tell you what's wrong! First off it's the color of your gi!! PINK IS FOR PANSY PICKERS, NOT TRAVLERS!!!'
'This might not help the conversation but it's fuchsia not pink.'
'I don't care! It makes me look more like a girl than I already look!'
'But no one is going to recognize us so why not wear it?'
'I soo hate you pansy!!'
'When did I become a flower?'
The dominant half fell over while the other side put his pointer finger to his lips in confusion. This was going to be a long, LONG, trip. Kami save me!!!
This was a short chapter but I want some ideas on how Kenshin's first year as a rurouni is going to go so. R&R!!! OR BE EATTEN BY MY KILLER PLATPOSES!!MUUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
By: Roaring Flames
Amongst the chaos of the revolution rose a patriot with amazing skill left his mark in history as the greatest of the Ishin Shishi and he was hitokiri Battousai. Felling all enemies that lay eyes upon him, he was still the protector of the weak. But at the end of the last battle he disappeared into the flow of time, this is where our story begins...
"I believe this is the Takido route to Tokyo am I right?" red-haired man asked to a traveler. The man nodded his head and pointed towards the mountains. The red-haired man bowed and walked of in the opposite direction of the traveler.
"What a weird boy, wearing such an odd choice of color." The traveler said while watching the boy go farther down the road. Pink? 'Must've been florist in Kyoto.' He shock his head slightly and went on his journey to Kyoto.
'Hey Rurouni?'
'Hmm?"
'Where are we going?'
'Any place far away from Kyoto, why?'
'Just asking...'
'Is something wrong?'
Oh that was something that the rurouni side of the red head was going to regret asking for the rest of his life. But hey at least his other side would quit sulking and finally get into the game.
'Wrong?! I'll tell you what's wrong! First off it's the color of your gi!! PINK IS FOR PANSY PICKERS, NOT TRAVLERS!!!'
'This might not help the conversation but it's fuchsia not pink.'
'I don't care! It makes me look more like a girl than I already look!'
'But no one is going to recognize us so why not wear it?'
'I soo hate you pansy!!'
'When did I become a flower?'
The dominant half fell over while the other side put his pointer finger to his lips in confusion. This was going to be a long, LONG, trip. Kami save me!!!
This was a short chapter but I want some ideas on how Kenshin's first year as a rurouni is going to go so. R&R!!! OR BE EATTEN BY MY KILLER PLATPOSES!!MUUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!