Hiya out there!!! Okay, so I'm finally back!!! I toldja I might have
trouble updating when school started again, and I have had virtually no
time at all to update! So, I apologize deeply for that. But, now it's
Spring Break so I should be able to get at least one chapter up, right?
Again, gomen nasi, and arigato to everyone
out there who comes and takes the time to read this! (AND reviews!) So, without further ado, here's chapter eight of Blood Petals, hope you enjoy it!! -- Whistful Wanderer.
Disclaimer: I don't own RK, but I do own Meru, Rushi, Shiru, Shakon, and Kashuko.
Kenshin tightened his grip on his sword hilt. Could this be real? Could the person before him in fact be Shiru? A strong urge to place his sword aside and attempt to make peace with him ran throughout his body as both he and Shiru stood there, sizing the other up.
Shiru narrowed his eyes a bit in suspision. What was Himura doing? Was he hesitating? And if so, why? Oh well. He thought to himself. It didn't matter. He was here on a mission, and he would not fail. Shiru raised his sword again, and using the godlike speed he had inherited from the man standing before him, he charged forward and used a thrusting attack similar to Saitou's gatotsu.
Kenshin's eyes widened as he saw the attack coming. Quickly taking evasive action, he moved off to the left, raising his sword to knock Shiru in the back of the head, hopefully knocking him out, when to his surprise; Shiru's sword collided with his gut, hard. The wind knocked out of him, Kenshin flew back, skidding on the ground on a knee, and doubling over as he came to a stop. What? Kenshin thought. Why am I not bleeding? Why didn't he use the sharp edge of his blade? He had the perfect chance to kill me.... yet, he still used the blunt side of his sword....but, why?
Shiru blinked. Apparently surprised at even himself. He looked down at the katana in his hand, which was indeed flipped to the blunt side of the sword. Why hadn't he killed him? That one stroke would have been all that was needed to finish the "legendary manslayer" off. Oppertunity had indeed knocked, but he had refused to open the door.
Saitou watched all of this from his positon next to Rushi at the door. The thrusting attack that was similar to his own gatotsu, had been nothing more but a distraction. Something for the battousai to keep his eyes on. The inital attack was the one that had followed. That should and would have been enough to kill him, but Shiru had used the blunt side of his sword. Saitou's eyes narrowed in suspision. Something was waging war in both fighters. A sense of what's right, and what's not perhaps? Nothing more than petty emotions, distractions. Things the wolf of Mibu laughed at. Oh well, this was the battousai's fight to decide, not his.
Kenshin looked up at Shiru. Panting slightly as he re-caught his breath he asked
"Why didn't you attack me with the sharp end of your sword?"
Shiru looked at him, not saying a word. He was still trying to answer that question himself. Why hadn't he? Kenshin got to his feet, and gripped his sword hilt again. As soon as Shiru saw this, he went for him again, bringing his sword upwards in a diagonail slash. Kenshin, using the ability to predict his opponent's moves that came with the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu, easily parried the assult with a downwards diagonail slash of his own. The two swords locked and it became a battle of strength as both fighters pushed against the others blade with his own, trying to knock it away.
At that particular moment, Misao, Kaoru, Meru, Megumi, Ayame, and Shizume all came walking up the path to the dojo, talking cheerfully. Apparently unaware of the seriousness in the atmosphere around them, and the two fighting combatonents.
Shiru's eyes glanced over in their direction as he watched them approach. Kenshin followed his son's glance and prickles of fear attacked his heart. Shiru wasn't planning on attacking them, was he? To his surpirse, Shiru pushed himself off of Kenshin's blade and backed up a few steps. He saw no need to involve innocent people in this. Espically people who it did not concern. His golden blazing eyes looked into his father's.
"We will finish this later........Battousai."
And without another word, Shiru turned and swept quickly down the path past the approaching girls, and out of sight around the corner.
Kenshin relaxed his grip on his sword hilt as Rushi came running over to him, having finally gotten away from Saitou's hold.
"Ottosan, are you all right?"
Her voice held nothing but concern as she assesed the damage done to her father with her eyes. She relaxed immensly as Kenshin looked down at her and smiled his Kenshin smile.
"I'm all right, that I am Rushi."
He glanced down the path at the others approaching, before turning his eyes back to his daughter.
"But, let's not tell them what happened just yet, okay?"
Rushi nodded and said "Okay." As Saitou walked over and stood by them. Smirking he looked down at Kenshin as Rushi ran off to greet her mother and co.
"Hell of a lot of long lost family drama, huh Battousai?"
Kenshin looked up at the cop with a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look on his face, and shook his head as the still smirking cop walked off, headed for town from the looks of his direction. Watching him go Kenshin shook his head again.
"Oro. I hate him, I really do."
-------- And there you have it, chapter eight. Wow, I actually finished it!! ^.^ Again, gomen nasi about the delay updating and I really hope y'all will read and review this chapter! I'll try to get chapter nine up soon!!!
out there who comes and takes the time to read this! (AND reviews!) So, without further ado, here's chapter eight of Blood Petals, hope you enjoy it!! -- Whistful Wanderer.
Disclaimer: I don't own RK, but I do own Meru, Rushi, Shiru, Shakon, and Kashuko.
Kenshin tightened his grip on his sword hilt. Could this be real? Could the person before him in fact be Shiru? A strong urge to place his sword aside and attempt to make peace with him ran throughout his body as both he and Shiru stood there, sizing the other up.
Shiru narrowed his eyes a bit in suspision. What was Himura doing? Was he hesitating? And if so, why? Oh well. He thought to himself. It didn't matter. He was here on a mission, and he would not fail. Shiru raised his sword again, and using the godlike speed he had inherited from the man standing before him, he charged forward and used a thrusting attack similar to Saitou's gatotsu.
Kenshin's eyes widened as he saw the attack coming. Quickly taking evasive action, he moved off to the left, raising his sword to knock Shiru in the back of the head, hopefully knocking him out, when to his surprise; Shiru's sword collided with his gut, hard. The wind knocked out of him, Kenshin flew back, skidding on the ground on a knee, and doubling over as he came to a stop. What? Kenshin thought. Why am I not bleeding? Why didn't he use the sharp edge of his blade? He had the perfect chance to kill me.... yet, he still used the blunt side of his sword....but, why?
Shiru blinked. Apparently surprised at even himself. He looked down at the katana in his hand, which was indeed flipped to the blunt side of the sword. Why hadn't he killed him? That one stroke would have been all that was needed to finish the "legendary manslayer" off. Oppertunity had indeed knocked, but he had refused to open the door.
Saitou watched all of this from his positon next to Rushi at the door. The thrusting attack that was similar to his own gatotsu, had been nothing more but a distraction. Something for the battousai to keep his eyes on. The inital attack was the one that had followed. That should and would have been enough to kill him, but Shiru had used the blunt side of his sword. Saitou's eyes narrowed in suspision. Something was waging war in both fighters. A sense of what's right, and what's not perhaps? Nothing more than petty emotions, distractions. Things the wolf of Mibu laughed at. Oh well, this was the battousai's fight to decide, not his.
Kenshin looked up at Shiru. Panting slightly as he re-caught his breath he asked
"Why didn't you attack me with the sharp end of your sword?"
Shiru looked at him, not saying a word. He was still trying to answer that question himself. Why hadn't he? Kenshin got to his feet, and gripped his sword hilt again. As soon as Shiru saw this, he went for him again, bringing his sword upwards in a diagonail slash. Kenshin, using the ability to predict his opponent's moves that came with the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu, easily parried the assult with a downwards diagonail slash of his own. The two swords locked and it became a battle of strength as both fighters pushed against the others blade with his own, trying to knock it away.
At that particular moment, Misao, Kaoru, Meru, Megumi, Ayame, and Shizume all came walking up the path to the dojo, talking cheerfully. Apparently unaware of the seriousness in the atmosphere around them, and the two fighting combatonents.
Shiru's eyes glanced over in their direction as he watched them approach. Kenshin followed his son's glance and prickles of fear attacked his heart. Shiru wasn't planning on attacking them, was he? To his surpirse, Shiru pushed himself off of Kenshin's blade and backed up a few steps. He saw no need to involve innocent people in this. Espically people who it did not concern. His golden blazing eyes looked into his father's.
"We will finish this later........Battousai."
And without another word, Shiru turned and swept quickly down the path past the approaching girls, and out of sight around the corner.
Kenshin relaxed his grip on his sword hilt as Rushi came running over to him, having finally gotten away from Saitou's hold.
"Ottosan, are you all right?"
Her voice held nothing but concern as she assesed the damage done to her father with her eyes. She relaxed immensly as Kenshin looked down at her and smiled his Kenshin smile.
"I'm all right, that I am Rushi."
He glanced down the path at the others approaching, before turning his eyes back to his daughter.
"But, let's not tell them what happened just yet, okay?"
Rushi nodded and said "Okay." As Saitou walked over and stood by them. Smirking he looked down at Kenshin as Rushi ran off to greet her mother and co.
"Hell of a lot of long lost family drama, huh Battousai?"
Kenshin looked up at the cop with a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look on his face, and shook his head as the still smirking cop walked off, headed for town from the looks of his direction. Watching him go Kenshin shook his head again.
"Oro. I hate him, I really do."
-------- And there you have it, chapter eight. Wow, I actually finished it!! ^.^ Again, gomen nasi about the delay updating and I really hope y'all will read and review this chapter! I'll try to get chapter nine up soon!!!
