Katsuhito made his way to the top of the shrine steps and went into his little house. He got a little tea kettle and a tea glass. He sat the glass on the little table in the middle of the room, as for the kettle, he put some green tea leaves and water in it, and put the kettle on a small fire. He sat down for a few seconds, but then got up suddenly, as if he had forgotten something. He walked over to where he kept his tea set, and got another glass. He put that glass on the other end of the table from where he sat the first glass. He then walked over to his door, and opened it. There stood our stranger, who had his left hand up, and in a fist, knuckles facing Katsuhito, apparently our stranger was about to knock on the door when Katsuhito opened it. Katsuhito took a look at the stranger, and noticed his fist. Of corse he knew that the stranger meant no harm, but he just had to have some fun.
"Now you're not going to try to harm me, are you?" He jokingly said,while he put his hand into his robe, acting like he was about to draw a sword. The stranger dropped his hand, but didn't seem to be scared the least.
"That depends." The stranger said in his usual calm voice, "My sister is selling Girl Scout Cookies. If you cooperate, and buy at least ten boxes, then you will be fine. But if you refuse..." The stranger took in a sharp breath, "...then I can't garuntee your safety." Katsuhito stood in the doorway, thinking that the stranger was only playing.
"Let me think about that." He said as he removed his hand from his robe, and placed it on his chin, "Hmmm... I think I will take my chances." The stranger snapped his fingers.
"Darn it. I knew I should have gone with the 'sake story'." The stranger said, "I mean, come on, this is Japan. Who doesn't drink sake?" This confirmed Katsuhito's belief that he was mearly joking.
"Come on in." Katsuhito said, "The tea should be ready by now." Katsuhito led the stranger inside, and showed him his seat. The stranger sat down, while Katsuhito got the kettle and poured the tea into both glasses. They both started drinking.
"So, do you really have a sister?" Katsuhito asked.
"No." the stranger said, and let out a few laughs, "At least not that I know of." Katsuhito let out a small chuckle.
"What brings you here?" Katsuhito asked.
"Well, 'here', as in 'here here', the tea." The stranger said, "But 'here' as in 'the Masaki House here', an old friend."
"That friend woulden't happen to be Tenchi, would it?" Katsuhito asked, in the same jokeful voice that he used earlier. The stranger let out a laugh, and sat back a little. He could remember how "friendly" he acted towards Tenchi earlier that day.
"No, Tenchi isn't the friend." The stranger said, "My friend can actually defeate me."
"Oh, and Tenchi can't?" Katsuhito asked, "Not even if he fought you seriously?"
"Tenchi is strong, I'll give him that." The stranger replied, "Given who he faced, and bested, he's one tough cookie. However, he isn't a true warrior yet." Katsuhito cave a motion of interest, so the stranger continued, "You see, I can read thoughts. All through our battle, I was reading Tenchi like a book. A true warrior does what he does because that is what he beleaves. When you do that, you act without thinking, which is my main weakness."
"So, your friend is a true warrior?" Katsuhito asked.
"No, however, I swore never to hit a lady." The stranger replied.
"What kind of fighting style do you use then, since you read everybody's minds and you can never hit a lady?"Katsuhito asked.
"My own." The stranger said. "There are so many different styles out there, that I just play off what the person I'm fighting against uses."
"And if a lady dose dry to fight you?" Katsuhito inquired.
"Then I will defend myself, and detain her without hitting her." The stranger said. The Stranger looked down at his glass, and saw that it was empty. He got up and stretched.
"Well, I've got to go." The stranger said, but to his surprise, Katsuhito had no objections. "Wha... Aren't you gonna try to stop me?" Katsuhito just looked up at him.
"Now, why would I do something like that?" Katsuhito asked.
"Because, some stranger just waltzes in and schools your grandson, drops by for tea, and just leaves..." The stranger stated, "Without even leaving a name. And you don't have the slightest concern?"
"I don't beleave you're just some stranger." Katsuhito said, "You see, we had an old friend, who acted much the way you do. He had to go away to America, however he vowed to one day return to Japan. That friend's name was Kazuma Takahashi." The stranger's mood changed to one of worried, but at the same time mournful. He tried to talk, however all he could do is open and close his mouth, as if he was a fish. It got to the point where the stranger couldn't look Katsuhito in the face, so he turned his head. Katsuhito, on the other hand, just grinned, and drunk some more tea.
"Kazuma was a friend of mine too." The stranger said in a somber voice, still not able to look Katsuhito in the eye. "He constantly talked about his friends in Okayama. He intended to return, but he was conned out of almost everything." The stranger turned his head back to face Katsuhito, but staired at the table. "He almost had enough to return, when he was T-boned on the driver's side by a semi. They said he never had a chance." The stranger put his left hand into his pocket, and when he pulled it out, he had what looked like a business card between his index and middle finger.
"Here's my card." The stranger said, as he flicked his wrist, and the card flew out of his hand, and landed on the table, right in front of Katsuhito. "Now you know who I am." With that, the stranger left.
A/N: Hey there, just here to inform you that on September the twentyth (Sep. 20) 2005 I will be shipping off to basic traning for the Air Force, where I will have no acess to a computer at all. I apologise for not being able to compleate this story, however I will as soon as I possably can, thank you for understanding.