Maybe I should change the name of this fic to something in Latin, like
the other two. Perhaps people just don't realize that this is a
sequel to them.
Ah well, whatever. Time for new chapter.
Disclaimer: see last chapter
Claimer: Also see last chapter
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There was a bunch of guys in the dojo yard. At least a dozen regular - albeit really tough-looking - assorted thug-types were standing in front of what looked like five extremely tough-looking thug-types.
Behind them was their leader, but he wasn't in clear view and it was past sunset already. Kenshin hid his annoyance at the continued weakness in his eyesight, especially since he wanted to get a good look at the man in charge. To see if the face in his memory matched this one.
Although the voice was still the same, as far as he could hear.
"Although there is only one of you that has earned my complete and utter hatred here," said the leader of the Kutaboro from his position in the back of the group, "It is with great regret that I must order the deaths of all of you tonight, for aiding him. Just remember that you brought this upon yourself."
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"And just who do you think you are," Hanna yelled right back, "Who gave you the right to say who gets to live or die, you hood-wearing little pansy!?!"
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Instead of dignifying that with a response, the mysterious leader of the Kutaboro Group ordered the twelve regular thugs to attack. Sensing easy targets, they lunged for the Sakura Dancers first. Hanna, Nadeshiko, and Yukito had enough of their wits left to them to turn and run away from their attackers, but Utsuki was paralyzed by fear and didn't move.
"Get going before you're sushi!" Hanna bellowed at the other dancer.
"I-I can't," Utsuki whimpered, "I'm t-too scared…"
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One of the thugs raised his sword over Utsuki's head, ready to kill. And that was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. Utsuki fell down, right on her rear end, and started screaming as loudly as she could.
And as all the Sakura Dancers knew far too well, that was WAY damn loud.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" shrieked Utsuki.
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It was like a siren going off - and Utsuki barely paused to inhale before screaming again. And again and again and again and even more after that, all just as loud as the first one had been.
The twelve attackers hesitated, half-deafened by the commotion. Unfortunately for them, the Sakura Dancers had come to the dojo in their donkey-cart. And the donkeys, hearing Utsuki's wails, decided that now was the perfect time to panic and bolted for the dojo's main gate.
In between the donkeys and the safety they sought were twelve confused guys with swords. Once the donkeys had gotten the cart out the gate and were headed back for the dancers' house on the other side of Tokyo, there remained twelve unconscious guys with swords lying all over the ground, very much trampled on.
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Utsuki, who screamed with her eyes shut, didn't notice the amazing victory she had just created and therefore didn't stop screaming for another five minutes, when Yukito and Nadeshiko both grabbed her and clamped their hands over her mouth. Then there was a full minute of sweet, glorious silence.
"Are anyone else's ears ringing!?" Yahiko loudly asked, rubbing his ears.
"What?!" Sano yelled back, ears also ringing, "Stop mumbling, Yahiko!"
"What'd you say?! I'll show you a bumbling miko!" Yahiko yelled, jumping on Sano and administering his usual fang-chewing treatment to the other's head.
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Luckily, the remaining Kutaboro also needed time to recover their hearing, and so when Yahiko and Sano were ready to fight the same enemy again, it was just in time.
"So much for those fools," said one of the five extremely tough-looking thugs that remained, "You won't defeat us so easily, vermin! We are the Kutaboro Elite!"
"Goody for you guys," Yahiko said, raising his shinai.
Kaoru also readied her bokken, and Sano cracked his knuckles in anticipation. Three against five, their battle kicked off less than a minute later.
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Leaving only the Kutaboro's leader to face off against Kenshin.
"I'm actually a little amazed that you're still alive, Battousai," the man laughed, unsheathing his katana.
"I will not fight you again," Kenshin replied, hands remaining at his sides and away from the Sakabatou, "What would killing me prove? Would it resurrect those whose deaths you blame me with?"
"Of course not," the man spat, "Don't be ridiculous. I hate you for murdering my father, but your death will also correct the grievous insult and curse that killing him placed on my family."
"A curse?" Kenshin asked, his eyes widening.
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He heard the sound of footsteps. The man had just moved about three steps to the left, Kenshin belatedly realized, and turned to face his opponent. But the man had already seen the rurouni's slip and started to laugh.
"What do you know…so I DID manage to blind you last time! I'll just make certain that the REST of your senses are gone before I kill you," the man promised.
He lunged, Kenshin parrying the blow at the very last instant. For a few moments they fought, katana clashing against Sakabatou as they tried to gauge each other's ability. Much to Kenshin's dismay, if anything his mysterious opponent was stronger now than he'd been before.
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But before the leader of the Kutaboro Group could press his advantage, something long and white flung itself at them. The two swordsmen leapt away from each other and stared at the big white pole thing that was now standing upright in the ground between them.
'I've seen this pole before,' Kenshin realized in shock.
"Who dared to throw this?" his opponent growled.
"I did, Juuga Hiiruzaga," came a cold voice from behind and to the right of Kenshin.
The man - apparently named Juuga Hiiruzaga - looked towards the voice's owner and turned scarlet in a sudden fit of rage. Kenshin turned and was very much surprised to see that the one who had spoken was none other than Kaze.
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Ah well, whatever. Time for new chapter.
Disclaimer: see last chapter
Claimer: Also see last chapter
.
…
There was a bunch of guys in the dojo yard. At least a dozen regular - albeit really tough-looking - assorted thug-types were standing in front of what looked like five extremely tough-looking thug-types.
Behind them was their leader, but he wasn't in clear view and it was past sunset already. Kenshin hid his annoyance at the continued weakness in his eyesight, especially since he wanted to get a good look at the man in charge. To see if the face in his memory matched this one.
Although the voice was still the same, as far as he could hear.
"Although there is only one of you that has earned my complete and utter hatred here," said the leader of the Kutaboro from his position in the back of the group, "It is with great regret that I must order the deaths of all of you tonight, for aiding him. Just remember that you brought this upon yourself."
.
.
.
.
"And just who do you think you are," Hanna yelled right back, "Who gave you the right to say who gets to live or die, you hood-wearing little pansy!?!"
.
.
.
.
Instead of dignifying that with a response, the mysterious leader of the Kutaboro Group ordered the twelve regular thugs to attack. Sensing easy targets, they lunged for the Sakura Dancers first. Hanna, Nadeshiko, and Yukito had enough of their wits left to them to turn and run away from their attackers, but Utsuki was paralyzed by fear and didn't move.
"Get going before you're sushi!" Hanna bellowed at the other dancer.
"I-I can't," Utsuki whimpered, "I'm t-too scared…"
.
.
.
.
One of the thugs raised his sword over Utsuki's head, ready to kill. And that was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. Utsuki fell down, right on her rear end, and started screaming as loudly as she could.
And as all the Sakura Dancers knew far too well, that was WAY damn loud.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" shrieked Utsuki.
.
.
.
.
It was like a siren going off - and Utsuki barely paused to inhale before screaming again. And again and again and again and even more after that, all just as loud as the first one had been.
The twelve attackers hesitated, half-deafened by the commotion. Unfortunately for them, the Sakura Dancers had come to the dojo in their donkey-cart. And the donkeys, hearing Utsuki's wails, decided that now was the perfect time to panic and bolted for the dojo's main gate.
In between the donkeys and the safety they sought were twelve confused guys with swords. Once the donkeys had gotten the cart out the gate and were headed back for the dancers' house on the other side of Tokyo, there remained twelve unconscious guys with swords lying all over the ground, very much trampled on.
.
.
.
.
.
Utsuki, who screamed with her eyes shut, didn't notice the amazing victory she had just created and therefore didn't stop screaming for another five minutes, when Yukito and Nadeshiko both grabbed her and clamped their hands over her mouth. Then there was a full minute of sweet, glorious silence.
"Are anyone else's ears ringing!?" Yahiko loudly asked, rubbing his ears.
"What?!" Sano yelled back, ears also ringing, "Stop mumbling, Yahiko!"
"What'd you say?! I'll show you a bumbling miko!" Yahiko yelled, jumping on Sano and administering his usual fang-chewing treatment to the other's head.
.
.
.
.
Luckily, the remaining Kutaboro also needed time to recover their hearing, and so when Yahiko and Sano were ready to fight the same enemy again, it was just in time.
"So much for those fools," said one of the five extremely tough-looking thugs that remained, "You won't defeat us so easily, vermin! We are the Kutaboro Elite!"
"Goody for you guys," Yahiko said, raising his shinai.
Kaoru also readied her bokken, and Sano cracked his knuckles in anticipation. Three against five, their battle kicked off less than a minute later.
.
.
.
.
Leaving only the Kutaboro's leader to face off against Kenshin.
"I'm actually a little amazed that you're still alive, Battousai," the man laughed, unsheathing his katana.
"I will not fight you again," Kenshin replied, hands remaining at his sides and away from the Sakabatou, "What would killing me prove? Would it resurrect those whose deaths you blame me with?"
"Of course not," the man spat, "Don't be ridiculous. I hate you for murdering my father, but your death will also correct the grievous insult and curse that killing him placed on my family."
"A curse?" Kenshin asked, his eyes widening.
.
.
.
.
He heard the sound of footsteps. The man had just moved about three steps to the left, Kenshin belatedly realized, and turned to face his opponent. But the man had already seen the rurouni's slip and started to laugh.
"What do you know…so I DID manage to blind you last time! I'll just make certain that the REST of your senses are gone before I kill you," the man promised.
He lunged, Kenshin parrying the blow at the very last instant. For a few moments they fought, katana clashing against Sakabatou as they tried to gauge each other's ability. Much to Kenshin's dismay, if anything his mysterious opponent was stronger now than he'd been before.
.
.
.
.
But before the leader of the Kutaboro Group could press his advantage, something long and white flung itself at them. The two swordsmen leapt away from each other and stared at the big white pole thing that was now standing upright in the ground between them.
'I've seen this pole before,' Kenshin realized in shock.
"Who dared to throw this?" his opponent growled.
"I did, Juuga Hiiruzaga," came a cold voice from behind and to the right of Kenshin.
The man - apparently named Juuga Hiiruzaga - looked towards the voice's owner and turned scarlet in a sudden fit of rage. Kenshin turned and was very much surprised to see that the one who had spoken was none other than Kaze.
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