Strike Samurai
Summary: When a group of Samurai attempt to burn a village to the ground, Kira Yamato, know as the Strike Samurai, saves one girl from the flames. Now, they both set out to get revenge after joining up with the Rouge and Justice Samurai. KxL AxC SxS
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Chapter 6 Fierce Encounter
Darien looked at the girl angrily. "How dare you?" he spat. She flinched at his words. Kira narrowed his eyes even more. He shifted his grip on his sword, gripping the hilt tightly in his hand, also bringing it close to his face. He leaned forward, and ran at the man holding Lacus. He plunged the blade into the man's side, causing him to let go of the girl, and hold his side tightly, trying to stop the flow of blood in his side.
Lacus, released from Darien's grip ran towards Mizu and Kitsu who were backing up into the forest. She put an arm around Mizu's shoulder's and placed his right arm around her own shoulders. Though she had healed him, he could fall over any minute from overworking his muscles from a simple task. "C'mon, we need to get out of here." she whispered, taking Kitsu's little hand in her own and pulling her with them into the wood.
Kira looked over at the fleeting forms of his friends, and looked back at the young lord with great distaste. "How dare you speak to Lacus in that manner?" he demanded, anger playing across his face freely, his cold eyes darker than usual. His lotus's petals were pointed sharply, and it bloomed greatly, the vines thick and firm.
The man looked up at him with a smile on his face. He stood and wavered in the air a bit, but then steadied himself: and began cackling with laughter. Kira took a step back, to prepare for whatever this strange man had planned. But the figure just stood laughing. The Strike Samurai frowned, and ran at him with his sword outstretched. It bit through the flesh of the crazed lord, and he fell once again, but same as before, he rose, only laughing louder.
Kira kept hitting him with nonfatal blows, but every time, though powerful and painful, the man kept getting up.
After at least twenty times, Kira ran at him and took two slashes across the chest of the man who had made him so angry. He got up again, and wiped at his mouth where blood had started to come out. "Hey, if you expected this to be easy, you were dead wrong." he said to the Samurai, drawing out his own blade.
Lacus lead the children deep into the woods and left Mizu with Kitsu by a large oak as she retraced their steps and marked the trees with a blade she always kept in her belt. As she walked back to the older brother and sister, she felt a chill breeze sweep her dress a little above her knees, and she realized that her kimono was still at the house they had left. She blushed as she thought of how bare she must look. She sat down to look at Mizu's wound further. She was only able to seal it with a thin layer of skin. Her eyes scanned the preteen's bare chest professionally, showing no sign of embarrassment, in contrast to Mizu, who was blushing madly. Lacus found a sore spot near his stomach, and rubbed it gently, getting a pained frown on Mizu's face. Kitsu looked worriedly at her older brother, her bright eyes seeming to shine in the darkness. She placed her head against his shoulder and hugged his left arm tight.
His brown eyes looked at her head of short brown hair that rested on her shoulders. He leaned his head against hers, and closed his eyes as Lacus's hand soothed the sore to a bruise. The woman's blue eyes reflected the brother and sister's images in her mind, and thought of when Jean would sit with her during a thunder storm when she was little, holding her and telling a happy story in her ear until she fell asleep.
She stood, and turned. Walking away quietly. "Kira, I hope you've hung on this long…" she said to herself, as tears threatened to leak from her eyes. Darien, he had a strange ability to take anything thrown at him, and Kira may be in danger. She took off running in the direction of him and the lord.
Darien brought his blade down on his opponent's sword yet again. After five minutes of fighting with his fast blows, Kira had switched to defensive. He was tired and exhausted and didn't think he could hold on much longer. His stomach was bleeding, and his shirt's sleeves were becoming stained with blood. The blood loss was exhausting him, and all he could do was raise his blade slowly to defend himself. "What's wrong? Getting tired?" sneered Darien, cutting Kira again near his wrist, and slipping his sword underneath the Samurai's fingers and cutting them, causing his sword to go flying in the direction of the forest. Its blade pierced the ground, sitting up right with blood on the handle.
Kira's trained gaze never left the man's, as to keep any easy blows coming to him. Darien rushed forward, cutting Kira's left shoulder, his stomach again, and his upper leg. Kira was falling backwards and staggering on his feet, as the man rushed at him and punched him square in the gut, with a small blade in his striking hand. He fell over on his back, his eyes wide and clutching at his stomach and left arm. "This is your punishment for being defiant. And for stealing Lacus from me." Kira smirked. "Really," he replied in an exhausted voice. "I thought I rescued her from a Red Samurai. But if you'd rather have her dead, sorry, I won't let you touch her." It was Darien's turn to smirk. "Oh? And how can you keep me from her, if you can't even save yourself?" he asked. Kira was about to reply, when a blade protruded from Darien's chest, causing him to fall at Kira's feet. The brunette, out of seed mode, sat up, propping himself up on his elbows to see Lacus holding his discarded sword in trembling hands. "K-Kira, are, y-you alright?" she asked shakily. He tried to stand, but fell to his knees, and the woman ran to him and placed her arms around him to keep him from falling.
"Kira, you're too weak, please, just rest." she whispered. The last thing he saw before blacking out, he saw Lacus's hands glow blue and rub over his wounds.
Short, yes I know, but I gotta go to bed cause I gotta wake up at five in the morning to go to school. And my math teacher is still out to get me. Sorry for the late update, and I want at least 49 reviews before I update again. C'mon people! Over 2,000 hits, and you can't review most of the time? Ugh, oh well, hope you enjoy!
Peace Out My Homies! Sam
P.s. I may make a limey thingy ma bob in the next chapter, but my writing is monitored for being twelve, Uh, I mean thirteen, and I gotta write kid rated stuff.