Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer is applied. I have absolutely no
rights over any Slam Dunk properties. But can I have Rukawa
Kaede...please?!
~The Meeting ~
In a quiet countryside perched a large grey mansion upon a little green hill. The atmosphere was serene and cool as a light breeze stirred and swayed the branches of the trees and flowers. The birds sang their sweet morning hymns as the clouds danced like little white fluffy sheep on blue grassy meadows. The picture looked as if a silent glass had framed it, for all sounds made were nothing more than a silent music upon sleepy ears.
The peaceful scenery was soon interrupted by two horsemen. One was upon an old chestnut mare. He was a tall and thin groom with bright blonde hair, a figure similar to a tall maypole. The other was upon a young, spirited white stallion. He was a nobleman. A nobleman of high status and great wealth, who was always revered by everyone as a man of power. He had a pale complexion with raven black hair, and icy cold blue eyes. He was also tall and strong built, though he does have a much more feminine look for a masculine man. His eyes portrayed him as an indifferent person, who does not care about others, which made others care less about him. Being lonely was what he was used to and in fact he liked being left alone, for he was a very private person. And being a nobleman does have its advantages, because he gets his way no matter what.
They rode on purposefully towards the mansion, which was his home, when suddenly the gentleman halted his horse in front of a worn out sign. Taking a closer look at it, he then let out a long, sad sigh before turning to his groom, saying, "Where has my brother gone to? It has been a year now."
"They haven't caught him yet, My Lord. That's all that counts," assured the groom.
With another sigh, Lord Rukawa led the way towards the mansion, without a second look back. If he had looked back, he would have noticed another worn out sign demanding the capture of a notorious highwayman by the name of Silver Blade. But that didn't happen and so both horsemen continued on their way. Upon reaching the mansion, Lord Rukawa's maid, Haruko, came rushing frantically up to meet him. Curious as he was, his face didn't express any emotion as his inquiry on her behaviour gave way to the answer that there was an unwelcome visitor to his mansion. And the visitor was...Lord Fukuda. "Let him wait in my study room, Haruko." "But, My Lord, he is the most powerful man in England. No one can deny his presence."
"I disgust his face," replied Rukawa as he stormed off into his bedchamber to prepare himself to meet his adversary. After a few glasses of wine, he ventured into the study room where the nobleman awaited his presence.
Silent footsteps padded the floor as his cold, foxy eyes glared menacingly at the man before him. His muscles tensed as if ready to strike a blow to that man's face. Lord Fukuda, on sensing his approach, turned to face him gracefully. Before he could utter his first words, Rukawa spoke up, "I hope you're not up to your old tricks to get me to marry you. You know my answer, Fukuda."
"My, my, when did you develop such a sharp tongue, Kaede? I'm only here to bring you grave news that might interest you. Unless, of course, if you allow me to tell you."
"What news have you to tell me that you think may interest me?"
A silent smirk crept onto Fukuda's face as he produced a scroll and handed it to Rukawa. Taking it gingerly, he began to read it's content and his narrow eyes widen to show wild shock. "It's my brother. He's going to be executed." "In the tower of London on Thursday, under the charge on treason." "No..." "I can save him." And he produced a letter of petition. Tempting as it was, Rukawa tried to grab it but Fukuda snatched it away. "Please..." pleaded Rukawa, softly.
A proud, confident smile spread across his face. He now has Rukawa where he wanted him.
Unbeknownst to any of them, their conversation was overheard by a shadow, lurking behind the door. Upon hearing the consequences, it swiftly disappeared and raced towards the woods behind the mansion, where a saviour was waiting for the signal.
Rukawa unwillingly went to the chapel where Fukuda waited for him. Dressed in his smart blue coat, he walked up the aisle and the priest began to preside the matrimonial event. Impatient for it to be over, Fukuda hurried the priest and was about to forcefully drag Rukawa out towards to waiting carriage when they heard a horse neighing loudly outside.
Oblivious to the sound, but only concentrating on his present ordeal of being molested, Rukawa, who was now trapped within the carriage with Fukuda, was fighting with all his might to escape. Suddenly, there was a gunshot and it struck the window frame of the carriage. Shocked, both men looked out of the window.
There, posing at a distance beneath a bough was a handsomely black- cloaked highwayman. His face was covered with a black mask and he wore a black hat with a white feather. Sitting upon his black horse, he had a gun in his right grasp, still smoking.
Author's notes: The interesting part is coming up real soon. Lot's of
fighting, if I know how to expand it. Wish me luck!
rights over any Slam Dunk properties. But can I have Rukawa
Kaede...please?!
~The Meeting ~
In a quiet countryside perched a large grey mansion upon a little green hill. The atmosphere was serene and cool as a light breeze stirred and swayed the branches of the trees and flowers. The birds sang their sweet morning hymns as the clouds danced like little white fluffy sheep on blue grassy meadows. The picture looked as if a silent glass had framed it, for all sounds made were nothing more than a silent music upon sleepy ears.
The peaceful scenery was soon interrupted by two horsemen. One was upon an old chestnut mare. He was a tall and thin groom with bright blonde hair, a figure similar to a tall maypole. The other was upon a young, spirited white stallion. He was a nobleman. A nobleman of high status and great wealth, who was always revered by everyone as a man of power. He had a pale complexion with raven black hair, and icy cold blue eyes. He was also tall and strong built, though he does have a much more feminine look for a masculine man. His eyes portrayed him as an indifferent person, who does not care about others, which made others care less about him. Being lonely was what he was used to and in fact he liked being left alone, for he was a very private person. And being a nobleman does have its advantages, because he gets his way no matter what.
They rode on purposefully towards the mansion, which was his home, when suddenly the gentleman halted his horse in front of a worn out sign. Taking a closer look at it, he then let out a long, sad sigh before turning to his groom, saying, "Where has my brother gone to? It has been a year now."
"They haven't caught him yet, My Lord. That's all that counts," assured the groom.
With another sigh, Lord Rukawa led the way towards the mansion, without a second look back. If he had looked back, he would have noticed another worn out sign demanding the capture of a notorious highwayman by the name of Silver Blade. But that didn't happen and so both horsemen continued on their way. Upon reaching the mansion, Lord Rukawa's maid, Haruko, came rushing frantically up to meet him. Curious as he was, his face didn't express any emotion as his inquiry on her behaviour gave way to the answer that there was an unwelcome visitor to his mansion. And the visitor was...Lord Fukuda. "Let him wait in my study room, Haruko." "But, My Lord, he is the most powerful man in England. No one can deny his presence."
"I disgust his face," replied Rukawa as he stormed off into his bedchamber to prepare himself to meet his adversary. After a few glasses of wine, he ventured into the study room where the nobleman awaited his presence.
Silent footsteps padded the floor as his cold, foxy eyes glared menacingly at the man before him. His muscles tensed as if ready to strike a blow to that man's face. Lord Fukuda, on sensing his approach, turned to face him gracefully. Before he could utter his first words, Rukawa spoke up, "I hope you're not up to your old tricks to get me to marry you. You know my answer, Fukuda."
"My, my, when did you develop such a sharp tongue, Kaede? I'm only here to bring you grave news that might interest you. Unless, of course, if you allow me to tell you."
"What news have you to tell me that you think may interest me?"
A silent smirk crept onto Fukuda's face as he produced a scroll and handed it to Rukawa. Taking it gingerly, he began to read it's content and his narrow eyes widen to show wild shock. "It's my brother. He's going to be executed." "In the tower of London on Thursday, under the charge on treason." "No..." "I can save him." And he produced a letter of petition. Tempting as it was, Rukawa tried to grab it but Fukuda snatched it away. "Please..." pleaded Rukawa, softly.
A proud, confident smile spread across his face. He now has Rukawa where he wanted him.
Unbeknownst to any of them, their conversation was overheard by a shadow, lurking behind the door. Upon hearing the consequences, it swiftly disappeared and raced towards the woods behind the mansion, where a saviour was waiting for the signal.
Rukawa unwillingly went to the chapel where Fukuda waited for him. Dressed in his smart blue coat, he walked up the aisle and the priest began to preside the matrimonial event. Impatient for it to be over, Fukuda hurried the priest and was about to forcefully drag Rukawa out towards to waiting carriage when they heard a horse neighing loudly outside.
Oblivious to the sound, but only concentrating on his present ordeal of being molested, Rukawa, who was now trapped within the carriage with Fukuda, was fighting with all his might to escape. Suddenly, there was a gunshot and it struck the window frame of the carriage. Shocked, both men looked out of the window.
There, posing at a distance beneath a bough was a handsomely black- cloaked highwayman. His face was covered with a black mask and he wore a black hat with a white feather. Sitting upon his black horse, he had a gun in his right grasp, still smoking.
Author's notes: The interesting part is coming up real soon. Lot's of
fighting, if I know how to expand it. Wish me luck!