Like I've said before I don't own any of Namco, SoulCalibur, or your personal thoughts. I do own the main character who you will find out is in this chapter. So R&R, no flames, and uhh we're on.
Chapter 2: A Walk Through the Garden
The previous day now etched into the tablet of history. A new day has started and it's very beautiful for this time of year. Ah but not everything is so beautiful, at least not in a local teahouse.
"What do you mean take all the bets!" an outraged gambler screams.
"I take the bets because I had a higher roll than all three of you combined!" Mitsurugi yelled happily. "See Arthur, we can finally pay off our tab!" He explains full of glee.
"You mean your tab," Arthur corrects. "Yeah that's what I meant," Mitsurugi said now out of his joyus mood.
"No you can't go anywhere until we get our money back!" The seemingly pissed gambler scolds while motioning to his friends.
"And you tell me not to get in fights," Arthur groans as he puts his hand to his head. Grunts, moans, and screams can be heard from the what is supposed to be quiet teahouse. Mitsurugi and Arthur emerge from the teahouse with few scratches. "Why do you have to start fights all the time?" Arthur asked his still happy master. "What are you talking about, they started it," Mitsurugi shot back. All Arthur could do was shake his head and sigh at his master's immatureness while they walked to their home. On the road opposite of the road Mitsurugi and Arthur were on a familier woman was being harrased by the three gamblers from the teahouse.
"Come on baby, let us have a little fun with you," one gambler said.
"Yeah please we really need some relief from work," another gambler said.
"Oh yeah, from what working, finding sluts?" Setsuka countered.
"I don't like this bitch's mouth, get her!" the lead gambler shouted. The three men surrounded her and commenced to grab her. "Get off of me you dirty scum!" Setsuka screamed. The three men started to rip her kimono off and try to rape her in the street. Then a man with a black robe, dark purple pants, and a dark purple scarf interfered.
"I suggest you stop, it's clear she doesn't like you," the man said in a calm voice. "Oh yeah, what you gonna do about it?" the lead man said. "Step to me and find out," the man, still calmly said. The lead man scoffed at his statement and proceded to walk towards the man. "Ah, first mistake," and with that statement a flash of black and purple slid across the road and into the lead man's stomach. The man fell to the ground clinching his stomach in pain while the other two men tried to get him and leave. "Are you alright miss?" The man asked in a kind sincere voice. "What does it matter to you" Setsuka scoffed as she got herself together. Felling as if he did something wrong he tryed to introduce himself.
"My name is Jiro, may I ask your's?" Jiro asked with a great sense of hospitality. "My name is Setsuka, thank you for your help Jiro," She returned with equal gratitude. As Setsuka tryed to walk she heard a rip from behind her. Her kimono had a huge gash in the back. "Umm, Setsuka I can fix if you come with me to my house." Jiro said. "I'm sorry but this is a special kimono, one-of-a-kind," Setsuka replied. "But my family makes them." Jiro stated. Jiro extended his hand for her to take. She clasped onto his hand and he led the way. "Oh, until we get there wear this," Jiro removed his black robe and placed around her. Setsuka looked at him with a look she had never given anybody, a look of sincere thanks. Their walk seemed pleasent even though what they've been through. Soon they arrived at a large mansion. Setsuka had a sudden look of disbelief. "No way, this can't be your family's house." Setsuka said trying to get a hold of herself. "You're right, it's my house." Jiro came back. All Setsuka could do was gawk at his sheer, yet crude, humor as he led her in. Many servants rushed to the front entrance of the house. "Is this the main part of the house?" Setsuka asked curiously. "No it's just the teahouse." Jiro answered while motioning to his servants. "Why do you have such a big teahouse?" Setsuka asked still curious. "Let's just say people like to come over in bulks." Jiro said trying to make her understand. Setsuka nodded her head clueless of what he meant. "Setsuka, give your kimono to my maid so she can repair it, after that come back here." Jiro said in a sincere voice. Setsuka was taken away with his words to a world of where she could see him and her being more than friends, but lovers. "Setsuka, Setsuka did you hear me?" Jiro asked a little worried. Setsuka quickly snapped back to reality and nodded her head and walked off with the maid. As they walked off a dark figure dropped from the ceiling.
"You know what you must do right?" the figure asked. "I know what I have to do, you should concentrate on what you have to do insted of worrying about me, understood" Jiro solemnly said to the figure. "But I was sent by..." Jiro cut the figure off. "I don't care who sent you just leave." Jiro stated with a hint of aggrivation. The figure, now scared, disappeared without a trace. It was now starting to get late. The sunset looked so gorgeous with its many colors but was even more breath-taking with the falling petals. Jiro was standing outside in his garden, which more resembled a park. Setsuka walked up behind him as he was admiring the scenery. "Thank you for what you've done today," Setsuka said trying to break the ice. "Oh it's really nothing," Jiro replied. "May I ask what style of martial arts you do?" Setsuka asked curiously. "It's a mixture of styles I've learnt in my trips around the world," Jiro answered. "Oh I understand, you just don't want to tell me that's it," Setsuka said playfully. "Uhh..ehh..l.let me show you something," Juro obviosly was at a loss for words but saved himself. He then took her hand and led her throgh his garden. On their enchanted walk they exchanged words, it seemed as if they would become more than friends. They then arrived at a pond with a large stone in the middle. "This here rock is the grave of my parents," Jiro said somewhat solemnly. "I see that you care for them to do this," Setsuka said trying not to upset him. "I figured insted of them having a grave on a hill, I'd rather have them close to home." Jiro stated while fighting back tears. Setsuka noticed he let one tear fall from his eye to the ground. She could understand his feelings because she never knew her parents. "I think we should head back to the teahouse now," Setsuka suggested. Jiro nodded his head in agreement as they walked back. Now storm clouds rolled into the clear sky. "It seems it is going to rain, i think you should spend the night here," Jiro suggested to Setsuka. "Where will I stay if I am to spend the night?" Setsuka asked. "You would stay in one of my guest rooms I have in the main house," Jiro replied. Setsuka motioned to Jiro to lead the way and he did. "This will be your room, I'll have one of my maids bring you something to sleep in," Jiro said. Setsuka nodded her head and stepped into the room. Late into the night thunder and lightning sturk and boomed outside the great mansion. Jiro was tossing and turning in his room. The sound of footsteps could be heard outside his door. Jiro heard them and sprang up. he crept slowly to the door. he was at the door. cold sweat began to run down his face. Jiro got a hold of himself and swung open the door. Outside the door was a figure with a hood and a robe on, but with armor. All Jiro could do was look in horror at this figure for he knew who it was. the figure reached out with its hand. Jiro then covered himself with his arms and flinched with fear. "Jiro, Jiro it's me Setsuka," Setsuka said trying to calm him down. "Oh, what is wrong?" Jiro asked trying to catch his breath. "I couldn't sleep, I was wondering if I could sleep with you?" Setsuka asked with a hint of fear. "Sure you can," Jiro answered. they both entered and layed down in Jio's comfortable bed. "What was wrong earlier?" Setsuka asked seeming a little worried. "I'd rather you not worry yourself about my problems," Jiro said with a little sorrow in his voice. setsuka sensed his sorrow and began to rub his chest and come closer to him. Jiro turned to her and looked into her eyes. He saw that Setsuka had some idea of the burden he had upon him. They came closer, Jiro then brought her close and kissed her, long and deeply.