My newest chapter is only made in hopes that soon i will recieve more reviews about whether or not my writing ability suck, i would like to point out that currently i am unable to locate a spell checker and now, well i still fail in that quest, now for the next chap. it's shorter this time and i may fix that but i was laying out what i could...
i would like to point out i own NONE of the characters used in this excluding the drunkin' man who hit saitou.
OK
BEGIN
The Tavern Near the Dojo
"Come on kenshin, you should be thanking me, your story, dream thing was nutz you know kaoru would have gotten all uppity just for you having had it," saitou paused after his short speech to down his first glass of sake and refill the next, "go on Kenshin Drink up, it wont kill"
for some reason Sano's last statement struck kenshin and worried him, surely this was by cause of the dreamhe had had, but... he sipped a small amount of the sake to apease sano.
"there ya go, take about fortie more of those and your nightmare will be long gone," as sano spoke kenshin noticed a dirty old man enter and stumble up tward the counter, something about his step and his appearence unnerved kenshin further, Sano now deep in his cups failed to notice.
"i'll have a bottle of your finest if you don't mind, and don't worry i can pay you, just keep 'em coming," the man flopped into a seat an held up a purse of jingling yin... saitou's purse of jingling yin.
Saitou's "Resting" Place
Slowly the aching officer rose rubbing his jaw softly, for an old man he packed quite the puch, he had not even seen it coming, the man was long gone, but there was only one place in town for a drunk to go, he began a moment later the short trek to the "The RED" tavern.
Back at The Tavern
Kenshin watched the man drink his third bottle stieght from the bottle it's self and start snapping his finggers for more.
"theres a man who can hold his Sake kenshin," sano proclaimed grinning widely
"it must be easy to be greedy with an officers money..."
"what do you mean?"
"he hold saitou's pur..."
Kenshin was enterupted by the door of the tavern flying wide and saitou katana draw entering angerly, heading straight for the drunken man.
"You! Drunk! your lucky you managed the attack you did, and for catching me off gaurd you managed to get a few more drinks, now i'm here to arrest you, surrender and you MAY be released soon."
the man stood, to kenshins amazement, and approached saitou though clearly with no intention of surrendering.
"so yer the damned fool what enterupted my nap," the man cracked his knuckles and entered a crain fighting stance, "it's time you learn to respect your elders."
At that the bar owner leaped foreward, "please take your quaril outside, this taverns only just recoverd from it's last few "visits"."
Outside
The man had reassumed his stance and saitou had put his scabbard over his sword and wrapped it down.
"you may still come peacefully, if you..."
"shut yer face hole and come ang get some of your beaten, boy"
Saitou lunged foreward in what was ment to be a test strick, silly saitou, the man grabbed the hilt of his katana and put a hand on his elbow, he soon found himself lefted off the ground and behind the old drunk.
"You recodnize the style kenshin?"
"yes sano, it's a veriation of kung fu, the drunken boxing style, uncommon this far from the western land..."
"who do you think you are?" asked an embarassed Siatou as he pulled himself up to see the man already prepaired.
"most call me "The Boy"," Kenshin's eyes lit up at that revealation as memories from the slave trade flicked through his mind, a younge man, a stable boy, who the men constaintly yelled at and beraited for being a foreigner, a younge man called, "BOY."
THE END
Weasel-byte: thats all you get for now so there, if this week goes ok i might put up another chapter, hasta and please review...