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of face* Well anyways I'll promise to update quicker if you promise to
review more! Many thanks to all those who didn't loose faith to this fic!
Katana Behind the Bleak
Chapter Five: The Other World?
Motoko forced her eyes open. She could hardly make out the contours of her surroundings. Her back ached painfully as she struggled to sit up. Her entire body ached to each movement she made as if she had just fallen down onto the ground hard. She gave a wince.
"Where am I?" Motoko thought to herself, staring around her surroundings. It seemed just like an ordinary forest, no different from the one she had been in when she was chasing after the mysterious figure.. "The mysterious figure!" Motoko cried aloud, suddenly remembering her pursuit of the mysterious figure, "it...it...it was Anu-ue!"
Motoko turned her head around, catching glimpses of Keitaro and the two junior high girls' bodies. They still laid unconscious on the soft ground. Motoko walked towards Keitaro and stared down at him for a moment.
"He looks pretty cute when he's sleeping," Motoko thought to herself, but quickly shook herself from the dishonorable thought as she began stirring Keitaro awake. "Wake up Urashima! Wake up!"
"Huh." Keitaro moaned, wincing as he forced himself up, "Where am I?"
"I don't know," Motoko sadly replied, looking down.
"Hey cool place!" a sudden voice trilled off from another direction. Motoko and Keitaro both turned their heads in the direction of the loud voice and found that it was Su who was speaking and gazing at the wild trees of the jungle-like forest. Even the timid looking Shinobu, was beginning to pull herself up.
"Where are we?" Shinobu asked, her eyes shimmering with tears. The moonlight bounced off her large wide eyes, making them a little scary even.
"Hey Motoko! How come your outfit has changed?" Su asked a little wonderingly, her eyes gazed upon Motoko's kendo uniform.
Motoko looked down at her clothes, which were indeed different from what she had been wearing earlier that day. Before the pillar of light engulfed the four teens, Motoko had been wearing her senior outfit, but now it had changed into her usual kendo uniform, which composed of the red hakama and white gi. It was not her regular uniform though, but a new set, a set of which her sister had given her. Motoko stared at the old, ragged bag and pulled from there, the old school uniform, of which she had worn earlier in the day. She looked back down at the outfit, which she was wearing and found her name neatly sewed onto the left sleeves of the gi. For some peculiar reason, Motoko felt awfully comfortable in the new outfit and felt an amazingly strong urge of strength raging through her. It had seemed almost as if her sister had left behind some powers in the uniform.
"Wow Motoko!" Keitaro exclaimed, his eyes gaping at Motoko's beautiful figure, "You look fantastic in that uniform!"
Keitaro's words struck Motoko by a little since she had never received any words of praise by a boy before; it was awfully surprising, yet heart warming. The little girl, Shinobu, after seeing the situation, turned a little odd, her face wincing. However, nobody paid notice to it since they heard ruffling noises coming from about some nearby trees. The crew heard noises of leaves bashing against each other and sounds of footsteps. However, it was difficult to see despite the denseness of the forest, due to the darkness of the night, having only the moon to illuminate the land.
"Who goes there?!" a pair of unacquainted voices called.
"Who's this?!" the crew called back, a little afraid of who the bearers of those voices might be; were they friend or foe?
Suddenly the crew saw two manly figures approaching them slowly, one leading while the other followed from close behind. The two figures soon showed their faces as they walked into a clearing where the moon's light reflected upon their faces. The man leading was a young man of the age of his early twenties, around Keitaro's age, and had on a handsome face, which bore piercing brown eyes. His raven black hair, color resembling Motoko's hair, was a little ruffled yet natural. He endowed an athletic body, and thus being strongly built, his clothes made him look even better looking. Another thing, which had attracted the eyes of the four newcomers, was the attractive smile. Motoko stared at him, uninterestedly, while Keitaro marveled over his qualities in awe, jealousy erupting him from the inside. Behind him, an old man, presumably his servant, wore a beard on his face, and was jolly looking.
The handsome young man, approached Motoko and held out his hands, introducing himself, "Hi there, my name is Lan Hiragaoru, successor to the Himarayou dojo (I'm sorry...this is made up ^^)."
Motoko's eyes widened a bit at the word of "dojo" as she shook the man's hands. Keitaro's jaw gaped as he saw Motoko shaking hands with Lan. Lan's piercing brown eyes were fixed upon Motoko's dark ones.
"And my name is Shraiduom," the servant said as he reached into his pocket and mingled through some unknown objects, and in the end, pulling out a sharp object.
"Hold it!" Motoko screamed as she grabbed hold of the shisui and swung it to Shraiduom's direction, thinking he was trying to attack her through hidden means.
To Motoko's surprise, her attack was blocked by Lan with his katana, of which he had very expertly wielded. Motoko looked into Lan's eyes, feeling a little stunned, but withdrew her shisui, waiting for Lan to explain.
"It's a mistake," he began, throwing a light-hearted glance at his servant, who was trembling to his feet. " I think he was intending to pull the Himarayou badge out to give to you people. But Shraiduom here, is bad with organization, so he has many objects in his pocket. He had probably picked up the wrong thing and pulled out the pocketknife instead.
Shraiduom nodded his head up and down wildly, pleading for innocence. Lan gave a chuckle, flashing his pearly white teeth.
"That ought to have taught you to keep your pockets cleared!" Lan chuckled at Shraiduom, who was beginning to feel less frightened now.
Motoko laughed a little too, feeling a little stupid to have overreacted, but tried her best to better the situation.
"Now why don't we take these guests of ours back to the dojo before they catch a cold," Lan said.
"Yes master," Shraiduom replied with respect.
Motoko looked at her friends, whom seemed a little bored of Motoko stealing the show in Lan's eyes.
"Do you mind telling us where we are?" Motoko asked, trying to address her original question.
"I'll tell you about that after you guys get settled at our dojo. You all seem like an awful lot who are all tired. You'll know eventually so there's no rush. Please follow Shraiduom and me back to our dojo." Lan insisted as the crew flashed glances at each other and finally agreeing. Lan offered to help Motoko carry her shisui but Motoko insisted that it was best for her to keep it herself. Lan finally relented and the six of them trotted through the forest, led by Lan and Shraiduom, who seemed familiar with the paths of the forest.
So that was chapter 5. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please..DO LEAVE A REVIEW!!! This fic is not doing too well compared to my other fics. It would be very nice, kind, and sweet of all of u to leave a review behind!!! Any review is welcomed! If a lot of reviews are coming in, I promise to soon update another chapter...despite homework and all!
Katana Behind the Bleak
Chapter Five: The Other World?
Motoko forced her eyes open. She could hardly make out the contours of her surroundings. Her back ached painfully as she struggled to sit up. Her entire body ached to each movement she made as if she had just fallen down onto the ground hard. She gave a wince.
"Where am I?" Motoko thought to herself, staring around her surroundings. It seemed just like an ordinary forest, no different from the one she had been in when she was chasing after the mysterious figure.. "The mysterious figure!" Motoko cried aloud, suddenly remembering her pursuit of the mysterious figure, "it...it...it was Anu-ue!"
Motoko turned her head around, catching glimpses of Keitaro and the two junior high girls' bodies. They still laid unconscious on the soft ground. Motoko walked towards Keitaro and stared down at him for a moment.
"He looks pretty cute when he's sleeping," Motoko thought to herself, but quickly shook herself from the dishonorable thought as she began stirring Keitaro awake. "Wake up Urashima! Wake up!"
"Huh." Keitaro moaned, wincing as he forced himself up, "Where am I?"
"I don't know," Motoko sadly replied, looking down.
"Hey cool place!" a sudden voice trilled off from another direction. Motoko and Keitaro both turned their heads in the direction of the loud voice and found that it was Su who was speaking and gazing at the wild trees of the jungle-like forest. Even the timid looking Shinobu, was beginning to pull herself up.
"Where are we?" Shinobu asked, her eyes shimmering with tears. The moonlight bounced off her large wide eyes, making them a little scary even.
"Hey Motoko! How come your outfit has changed?" Su asked a little wonderingly, her eyes gazed upon Motoko's kendo uniform.
Motoko looked down at her clothes, which were indeed different from what she had been wearing earlier that day. Before the pillar of light engulfed the four teens, Motoko had been wearing her senior outfit, but now it had changed into her usual kendo uniform, which composed of the red hakama and white gi. It was not her regular uniform though, but a new set, a set of which her sister had given her. Motoko stared at the old, ragged bag and pulled from there, the old school uniform, of which she had worn earlier in the day. She looked back down at the outfit, which she was wearing and found her name neatly sewed onto the left sleeves of the gi. For some peculiar reason, Motoko felt awfully comfortable in the new outfit and felt an amazingly strong urge of strength raging through her. It had seemed almost as if her sister had left behind some powers in the uniform.
"Wow Motoko!" Keitaro exclaimed, his eyes gaping at Motoko's beautiful figure, "You look fantastic in that uniform!"
Keitaro's words struck Motoko by a little since she had never received any words of praise by a boy before; it was awfully surprising, yet heart warming. The little girl, Shinobu, after seeing the situation, turned a little odd, her face wincing. However, nobody paid notice to it since they heard ruffling noises coming from about some nearby trees. The crew heard noises of leaves bashing against each other and sounds of footsteps. However, it was difficult to see despite the denseness of the forest, due to the darkness of the night, having only the moon to illuminate the land.
"Who goes there?!" a pair of unacquainted voices called.
"Who's this?!" the crew called back, a little afraid of who the bearers of those voices might be; were they friend or foe?
Suddenly the crew saw two manly figures approaching them slowly, one leading while the other followed from close behind. The two figures soon showed their faces as they walked into a clearing where the moon's light reflected upon their faces. The man leading was a young man of the age of his early twenties, around Keitaro's age, and had on a handsome face, which bore piercing brown eyes. His raven black hair, color resembling Motoko's hair, was a little ruffled yet natural. He endowed an athletic body, and thus being strongly built, his clothes made him look even better looking. Another thing, which had attracted the eyes of the four newcomers, was the attractive smile. Motoko stared at him, uninterestedly, while Keitaro marveled over his qualities in awe, jealousy erupting him from the inside. Behind him, an old man, presumably his servant, wore a beard on his face, and was jolly looking.
The handsome young man, approached Motoko and held out his hands, introducing himself, "Hi there, my name is Lan Hiragaoru, successor to the Himarayou dojo (I'm sorry...this is made up ^^)."
Motoko's eyes widened a bit at the word of "dojo" as she shook the man's hands. Keitaro's jaw gaped as he saw Motoko shaking hands with Lan. Lan's piercing brown eyes were fixed upon Motoko's dark ones.
"And my name is Shraiduom," the servant said as he reached into his pocket and mingled through some unknown objects, and in the end, pulling out a sharp object.
"Hold it!" Motoko screamed as she grabbed hold of the shisui and swung it to Shraiduom's direction, thinking he was trying to attack her through hidden means.
To Motoko's surprise, her attack was blocked by Lan with his katana, of which he had very expertly wielded. Motoko looked into Lan's eyes, feeling a little stunned, but withdrew her shisui, waiting for Lan to explain.
"It's a mistake," he began, throwing a light-hearted glance at his servant, who was trembling to his feet. " I think he was intending to pull the Himarayou badge out to give to you people. But Shraiduom here, is bad with organization, so he has many objects in his pocket. He had probably picked up the wrong thing and pulled out the pocketknife instead.
Shraiduom nodded his head up and down wildly, pleading for innocence. Lan gave a chuckle, flashing his pearly white teeth.
"That ought to have taught you to keep your pockets cleared!" Lan chuckled at Shraiduom, who was beginning to feel less frightened now.
Motoko laughed a little too, feeling a little stupid to have overreacted, but tried her best to better the situation.
"Now why don't we take these guests of ours back to the dojo before they catch a cold," Lan said.
"Yes master," Shraiduom replied with respect.
Motoko looked at her friends, whom seemed a little bored of Motoko stealing the show in Lan's eyes.
"Do you mind telling us where we are?" Motoko asked, trying to address her original question.
"I'll tell you about that after you guys get settled at our dojo. You all seem like an awful lot who are all tired. You'll know eventually so there's no rush. Please follow Shraiduom and me back to our dojo." Lan insisted as the crew flashed glances at each other and finally agreeing. Lan offered to help Motoko carry her shisui but Motoko insisted that it was best for her to keep it herself. Lan finally relented and the six of them trotted through the forest, led by Lan and Shraiduom, who seemed familiar with the paths of the forest.
So that was chapter 5. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please..DO LEAVE A REVIEW!!! This fic is not doing too well compared to my other fics. It would be very nice, kind, and sweet of all of u to leave a review behind!!! Any review is welcomed! If a lot of reviews are coming in, I promise to soon update another chapter...despite homework and all!