The Battousai From Europe

Well, this is chapter three. Sorry about the long wait. I hope that this chapter will be longer and a lot better than the previous two. Also, I will add another OC, who will be introduced shortly.

Rurouni Sano

I DO NOT own the Kenshin-gumi

The European slowly opened his eye. The other, he soon realized, was bandaged shut. He had a throbbing headache, and he felt bruises and cuts all over his body. He tried to pick his head up off of the 'pillow' (or so he assumed), but a small hand firmly pressed his undamaged shoulder down.

He looked at the person, and saw a small woman, of probably eighteen. She stared back at him, not with hate, as he supposed that the Easterners would look at him with, but with certain sadness. The knight had never experienced it before.

The man moved his arm to reach for his dagger, but found that he didn't have it on him. In fact, for that matter, he wasn't even wearing armor. This time, he was able to push himself off of the 'bed', despite the woman's efforts. He found himself in a sort of dress that some women wore in his native country.

He tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't move his legs. The woman began talking, but all he could figure out was 'sit'. Regretfully, he lay back down. This was going to be a longer visit than he thought it would be….

The knight awoke with a start. He sat up, and breathed the cool night air. Another night in this place. He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to get out.

The Englishman nodded to himself, and tried to stand up. At first, he couldn't quite get it, but he stood up straight on the second try.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness passed over him, and he fell to one knee with a loud bang and passed out. The young woman who had been watching over him came in, and saw what had happened. Being so small, she couldn't do much, but she did pull a blanket over him. After doing so, she closed the door and went to bed.

The Next Morning…

"So, how is our visitor?" Saito Hajime asked his daughter, Saito Saize.

"He is fine, father," the girl replied. "Last night though…"

"He tried to get out?" Saito finished for her. "I wouldn't have stopped him."

"Father…" she began to pout. Actually, the Wolf of Mibu wasn't her real father; her real parents had died when she was young, and the policeman 'Fujita Goro' took her in. He didn't really want to, however. She knew what the man really was, and she basically blackmailed him. So now, she was the daughter of Saito.

Another fact was that she was from Europe, and her parents had moved to Japan, where they were killed.

"I don't trust him; he reminds me of Himura…" Saito said.

"I didn't stop him; he passed out before he did anything," Saize said.

After she said this, they fell into silence, both drinking the tea she had prepared.

"So, what do you know about our target?" Saize broke the silence, bringing up the reason that they were there for.

In the Next Room…

The Englishman tried to understand what the natives of Japan were saying. Slowly, he was beginning to comprehend the tongue, but he still only knew a few phrases.

By this time, however, he understood little of what the two people (a grown man and the young woman, from what he could tell) were talking about. Something about an illegal drugs dealer. Interesting… He closed his eyes, and concentrated on the conversation.

"Apparently, his roots go deeper than we thought," Hajime said. "Most of the people in the village have ties to him, one way or another. Most are part of his little yakuza, and a few are drug partners. In fact, the only ones who don't have connections with him are either old ladies, or those too young to understand such a thing."

"How could you not have heard about this? I mean, something like this surely would've leaked sooner rather then later…" Saize said, voicing her thoughts.

"I don't get it either," Saito replied, lighting a cigarette. "Anyways, our little ploy is working somewhat. But I still don't know what we're going to do about our visitor." He frowned in concentration.

"Maybe, once he recovers, we might be able to get him to help us," Saize suggested.

"Perhaps. We shall see." Was all Hajime said, and he put out the cigarette.

The Englishman didn't get much. Oh well.

But he did smell cigarette smoke, and that reminded him of his old habit. He'd quit, but if he smelled the all-too-familiar smoke, he'd start getting urges.

Great. Not only was he going to be stuck here for a long time, his patience was going to be tested.

… Dammit.

At the Kamiya Dojo…

"You're going off again?" questioned Karou.

"Unfortunately, yes, Karou," Kenshin replied. "I don't think that the Englishman died in the river, as police reports say."

"But why? Even if he did survive the river, he'll be too injured to move around, and I highly doubt that anyone will want to help a foreigner," Yahiko said, taking a brake from practice.

"Who said you could stop, twerp?" Karou said, and sent him back inside. "One hundred more strokes, Yahiko!" she shouted after him.

"Damn woman…" Yahiko mumbled, and began training again.

"But Yahiko is right, Kenshin. No one would want to help him," Karou continued, getting more worried by the second.

But Kenshin just smiled. "Do not worry about this one, Karou-dono. This is not the same situation as with Shishio," the Rurouni said. It will be a lot worse… He embraced Karou, and then turned. "I'll return in a couple of weeks, no more than a month."

"Good bye…" Karou managed to say.

It was at this time that Sano decided to wake up (finally) and saw that Karou was upset.

"What's wrong, Karou?" he asked. Then he realized. "Did that ass take off again?"

I think that this was a lot better than the other two put together. Oh, and I came up with the name 'Saize' out of the blue. I don't really know any Japanese names, so I just winged it. I hope I do not offend anyone…

Rurouni Sano