FEMALE HITOKIRI BATTOUSAI
Chapter 1
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He protected her with everything he had, but now he wanders again. And so it begins, as she looses her mind and is trained as the best murderer of all time. Now he tries stopping her, but does she stop when she is the female hitokiri Battousai
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The young woman looked at herself in the mirror. Placing the shiny silver earring in her ear she sighed. She took in her true image. Her red glossy lips, her highlighted kohl eyes, her sassy melancholy pink cheeks and bedazzling jewelry made her the perfect sickness, but no…she was something way more than that…
The young woman, walked down the old vintage steps, taking her time as she watched for cracks and crevices on the creaky floor. She was silent about everything ominous that happened around her, and it seem to give her a new flare of possibility. As she reached the base of the step she sighed. Loose tendrils of ebony fell in her eyes…
Gently passing the stray strains behind her ear, she opened the door. She seem still for a moment and then suddenly she was smiling…
Gathering to the side of her was her so-called father and in that he hinted at her to denounce whom she was to his clients. The blue eye woman, raised a hand over the table where it settled under her chin, giving her a model appearance…
"My name is Oda Jersove, you can call me Jersove!" she smiled quite glossy …
The men made curt nods and proceeded with business…
"You know why we came to you, Mr. Nogonaga, it is said that you possess a killer that can kill ten armies with just one thrust. It sounded as a lie--- or maybe an over exaggerated one, but after I have seen what great destruction and havoc this murderer wreaks, I am in my ways amused, hence, forced to believe. ----- In deed, that's some killer you have there and I am willing to pay you any amount of gold or yen you want for your---beautiful killer…" the man paused his eyes on Kaoru…
Her face was void and stricken. Her eyes were just cobalt blue, a hue that threatened to kill in just one swipe…
"She is not for sale!" Nogonaga spoke looking at how Kaoru who clenched her kunnais in her next hand. The scent of her blood was potent. Trailing her eyes to the stupid man's side, she had managed to see a young boy around her age or so, who gave her a deep dagger stare. It was menacing but she had to admit, something else echoed in his nature. Hate
Powerful it seem to derive at such a conclusion, but his eyes---- they did not betray his passion and lust for it…
'With me?' Kaoru chuckled to herself. It sounded so weird, but she had to admit, she was a lethal beauty in one package…
"Jersove, is mine. She is my daughter. I will never, you heard me right, never, give her away. I've spent seven years teaching her thousands of Ryu's and tekkens, you can not buy my Jersove. My business does not operate so, Mr. Takada" Nogonaga informed….
"Then do explain how it works" the response was sudden…
"She is a hired hitokiri. Although the age for hitokiri's has expired, there is no category I can place her except in the lane of hitokiris', you can rent her---for some time, but a lot of money is required for her talent. That I shall define on. She isn't the type to take instructions, just give her her priorities and she shall set out to do her task. And---Mr. Takada, don't try anything dumb, you may think she is a female, but she'll make Battousai look bad. They don't call her the female hitokiri Battousai for nothing, and that I stress upon. She is everything in one, the perfect lethal beauty…" he spoke folding his arms…
Takada leaned back into his seat, "let me see what you call so fit as the greatest name ever, the female battousai's art?" Takada was desperate…
"Very well. Jersove…" he spoke. She got up and they followed the very attractive killer.
Her hair was cut up to shoulder length, while her waist bobbled like a serpent's movement…
She stopped by her dojo and bowed, everyone took this as a form of respect or greeting, then she made everyone take their sandals off. Entering, she walked to the middle of the dojo, where she waited for her servants to enter…
Several young boys entered, and placed their drums to the side…
Takada wasn't sure what she was going to do, was she going to dance or fight, which?
"What's going on?" Takada asked
"Oh, I forgot to mention something, she's also specializes in trance, we call her, trance mistress…" he spoke…
The drums began to play, and the young woman just stood, standing perfectly still. The drums increased their beat and that's when she began, she shoved her hands into the air, and twirled. Spinning, she began raising her hands up and down in a Tai-chi manner, setting the unaccustomed males in awe. Her body moved like a perfect snake, and she was just glorious, then she began doing side trust kicks, where the speed set a shockwave across the room making them stumble back, her fists did a double combo where the fabric from her hands ripped with the extreme speed. She breathed in slow and then quickly disappeared, she ran up the dojo walls until she ran around the entire perimeter, and then somersaulted back to the middle. Her breath was calm, and it was completely unbelievable…
"Oh my god!" he spoke
"Yes, and imagine, she's not even in lane one of her fighting procession, imagine what she can do with weapons, a sword perhaps" the old man spoke
"She's amazing, I'll pay you fifty thousand gold pieces to have her burn down the entire Kyoto village…" he spoke
"Jersove, does that sound good?" the old man asked
She didn't answer. "I think we have a deal gentlemen…" the old man spoke…
Jersove walked passed the group of men and went straight to her bed…
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The road was long. Whenever he took a step forward, the little puddles would splash on his socks and sandals. The edge of his hakama was damp and dirty. He walked on, however, unmindful of the rain and darkness of the late night. Yet with every step he took he seem more and more conscious of the hardness and apparent animosity of the path. Not that he looked down; on the contrary, he looked straight ahead as if he would anytime now, see her face…
Those years were gone…
"All because of sessha!" he bowed his head and kept walking
He made quick, springing steps, his left hand dangling freely by the side of his once pink gi, now torn and worn out. His right hand, bent at elbow, held onto a strong stick which was tied to a small bundle on his slightly drooping back. The bundle, well wrapped with a cotton cloth that had once been printed with pink Sakura's now faded out, swung from side to side in harmony with the rhythm of his squishy steps. After seven years of wandering, her face had never left his soul, part of him was happy that he could reflect that he knew innocence so clean, but part of him was angry, that her spirit and face would never leave and but more preferably haunt him from now till death. He well deserved this punishment, she was not made for a blood thirsty murderer, but a man with all the perfections and awesome morals, one in which Kenshin thought, never existed…
"HELP ME!" a woman screamed…
His eyes perked up in attention, and his eyes roved over the wet-dark labyrinth where he tried finding the woman's ki, and bingo, he found it…
"LET ME GO! STOP IT, STOP IT!" she screamed some more…
His heart felt unusually tangled, and he knew he had to save this woman. Running over the roofs, he settled over one and looked down, her black raven head twisted and turned as she tried to escape the men's evil kisses. Even though Kenshin couldn't see her face, an image in her ki drew a picture.
Raged that a young woman would have to fall into this trap, he jumped down…
The sudden splashes of the puddles made the men turn their head vigorously and look upon ---
"Batttousai…" "GET HIM" they charged straight in with bad lucky on their sides…
Kenshin swiped his sword through the men in one fluent shot and all fell down…
They tried getting up, but only fell back down…
Kenshin came to the scared woman who was scared out of her wits. She hid her face and tried miserably to hide herself in the darkness…
"I won't hurt you" Kenshin's voice was soft and calming. Slowly she unfolded her arms, her eyes glistened and Kenshin was shock. Raising a hand out to her, she accepted it…
Pulling her to him, his hand looped her to him; she stiffened and watched on with big eyes…
"Kaoru-dono?" he asked in shock… OO??
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Dear Readers: Like it? Good, bad? Sucks? How? Anyway, I wrote this fic because many people get the wrong impression, that 'THEY' brought out the name. And that's not true, I did. And although it is my author name, they should know, the name is mine, eventually on my site you'll see that. This story just clears up some stuff, and yes, people it's gonna end Battousai/Kaoru.
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