Gomen Nasai! I'm so sorry. I've just been too lazy to update. But I promise, the end with come soon!
Sano silently polished his zanbatou, being sure to wipe clean the blood from the huge sword. He thought about how much his life had changed.
Just two years ago, he had been a carefree boy, wandering around Japanwith his trusted friend. Now, he had become Zanza, the hired assassin. At times, he would think about want he had done, and wondered if it was the right path for him. Then he would remember the strength and power of Captain Sagara, and how he told him to never give up on his dreams. So he was living his dream, silencing the men who daily would demean the name of the revoluntaries.
"Hey Sano, the guys and I are gonna go throw some dice. Wanna come?" Yuu asked his old companion.
"Sure." Sano replied. He laid his huge zanbatou down after rewrapping it.
"I still can't believe how you can handle a huge sword like that." Yuu said in awe.
"It just takes skill and practice, like any other weapon." Sano explained.
"Yeah, right. You're just too humble." Yuu teased.
In a small, dark hut, Sano gathered with old and new friends alike. Several of the guys were like Yuu, soldiers he knew during the revolution. Others were guys he had worked with since he had joined the gang. A few Sano didn't know, but he hoped to get aquainted with their money real soon.
"Hey, late-comers, you get the next call." Satsuri, one of the new guys Sano worked with, called out, rolling two die between his fingers.
"Odds." Sano said calmly, laying a 100 yen bill on the table.
"Evens." Yuu countered, putting 300 yen into the bet, knowing that Sano had rarely won any money from their dice games. The first dice landed almost immediately on four. The second die rolled for a ways, then landed on two. Sano sighed, pushing his 100 yen toward Yuu.
Four hours, 5000 yen, and7 sake bottles later, Sano stumbled back into his room, grumbling about the amount of money he now owed his "friends."
"One of these days," Sano vowed, "I'm going to learn from this." Today was not that day.
In the morning, Sano woke up with a very sore head. "Maybe I should cut back on the sake." He mumbled. Not bothering to get undressed the night before, he decided two days in a row in the same clothes was not so bad. He stepped outside his room, letting his eyes take in the mess of his living space.
"I should probably pick up a bit." He mumbled to himself. He tossed some dirty laundry to one corner, picked up some spilled rice, and propped his zanbatou up in a corner. "That's better."
Sano's head began to pound again when someone started to bang on his door. "I'm coming, hold your horses." Sano yelled to the unseen person.
"Are you Zanza, the fighter for hire?" A large man entered Sano's apartment.
"Yeah. What do you want?" Sano asked, holding his head in pain.
"I want you to get rid of someone for me. But I want to be sure the job gets done. Sign this contract, it will give you all the information you need to take him out." The large man stated stiffly, handed Sano a piece of paper.
"Sure, whatever." Sano replied. He didn't really care who he killed, so without looking, he signed his name to the bottom of the page.
"I'll contact you in two weeks. I want his head." The large man then took his leave.
Sano shrugged his shoulders. He was used to odd requests.
After few hours and a good cold bath to clear his head, Sano decided to look at the contract more closely. He was first astonished by the address of the victim. It was the Kamiya Dojo in Tokyo! Reading further, the identity of his victim became clear, Hitokiri Battousai. Sano has just agreed to kill one of his best friends!
Translations:
zanbatou - just a really really big sword
Zanza - what Sano calls himself, I don't think it has a meaning
Sake - rice wine. I don't think it's very strong, so I guessed that 7bottles would give Sano enough of a hangover to not read a contract.
Ha Ha. Cliffy for you. Now review, and I'll update!
