Post by tiofwavehaven on Dec 28, 2003 1:46:33 GMT -5
-The Lone Dragon Encounters the Lone Wolf-
The cold night air hung closely onto the wooden bridge. Flowing water beneath the bridge trickled freely waking the sleeping crickets, their insect chirps muted to a low hum. The moons glow reflected off the smooth surface of the stream illuminating the bridge, two solemn figures stood parallel to one another, waiting.
“So, it has come down to this, Battousai. After all the bloodshed, after all the trouble, after all the rumors, I finally get to see the infamous Hitokiri Man Slayer; I must say that I am not impressed, boy.” Saitoh stated playfully. Light reflecting off the water danced onto Saitoh’s grinning face. Saitoh’s features dark and content but sinisterly coy.
“I care not what I have put you through, Shinsengumi captain, Saitoh Hajime. I have heard much about you as well, you have destroyed too many lives, and for that I shall avenge every last one!” Exclaimed Kenshin stoically.
“Hypocrite… You Imperialists… Aku. Soku. Zan! A code I shall follow till my last breathe, Kill Evil Instantly! And you… you Battousai, you are the evil in front of me and I will kill you with this blade!” Drawing his sword from its sheath Saitoh snickered impatiently. Moving his body into a semi-crouch Saitoh angled his katana horizontally, its tip facing Kenshin. His feet apart, and his right hand on the smooth flat tip of the blade curved at an angle. Light from the water bounced onto the blade creating a sinister grin on the sword. Narrow eyes locked onto Kenshin’s, Saitoh grinned and waited.
Gotatsu… If I get hit by that it’s all over… The thought ran through Kenshin’s mind like a rampant fever. “Humph.” A strand of breathe escaped Kenshin’s hollow grunt leaving a trail of warm air like a ghost fleeing into the night. Kenshin, placing his dominant right hand over the leathery surface of the hilt of his sheathed sword leaned forward ready to cut his opponent in half. Eyes glued to each other the two warriors stood and waited. Cool air suddenly cut through the two and pierced their thoughts, like invisible swords.
“Die!” Screamed the two Samurai in unison. The pair sprinted at full speed, the bloodlust clearly showing in their eyes. Kenshin screamed jumping at Saitoh at full speed. Saitoh chuckled grimly thrusting his katana at Kenshin’s waist. Kenshin easily identifying Saitoh’s attack drew his sword with all his strength slashing upwards towards the night sky. Two beams of light erupted on top of the bridge; a wave of both fighter’s energy and stamina quickly blasted the wooden bridge. A creaking projected from the bridge slow and chilling taunting the two, now, still samurai.
“Good, so you aren’t as weak as I had thought.” Mocked Saitoh.
“You aren’t too bad either.” Kenshin cursed.
Their blades perfectly glued to each others, Kenshin attempted to drag his blade close to Saitoh’s throat. Sparks and screeching from the blades roared at Saitoh in fury.
“No, I don’t think so!” Angered at Kenshin’s attempt Saitoh raised his right fist and punched Kenshin directly on the nose. Staggering backwards blood dripped slowly from Kenshin’s wounded nose onto the wooden bridge. Dots of blood, invisible during their fight were lost to both fighters thoughts. Breathing faintly Kenshin reverted backwards to avoid another of Saitoh’s offensives.
“If that’s all you can muster consider yourself already dead, Battousai.” Saitoh said mocking Kenshin once more.
Sheathing his sword once again Kenshin prepared for another strike, Saitoh holding his sword in his left hand doing the same.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Kenshin bawled out, running at god-like speed Kenshin ripped past Saitoh’s sword before he could even react. Defense gone Saitoh lost his grin and tried to evade Kenshin’s yet to be unsheathed sword. Kenshin pulling his hilt felt a hard thud on his sword. Another punch, this time onto Kenshin’s sword pommel, ending the un-sheathing attack.
“Consider yourself dead!” Saitoh roared victoriously. Pulling back his sword Saitoh slashed Kenshin’s back. Sound from the blade piercing Kenshin’s flesh faded into oblivion, Blood pounded the wooden bridge in greater quantity. Smell from the fresh blood filled both Kenshin and Saitoh’s nostrils urging them both to continue. Now breathing heavily Kenshin retreated once more trying to buy time for his wound to stop its throbbing pain.
“Heh, you haven’t once been able to even scathe me, the next move you make will be your last. I assure you.” Saitoh explained giving Kenshin a childish bow.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Raging like an erupting volcano Kenshin rushed in hard, drawing his sword in full velocity.
“Gahhhh…hha-hh…ahh…!” Kenshin’s blade passes by Saitoh’s again, this time managing to slash a giant wound directly on Saitoh’s chest. What little protection Saitoh’s Shinsengumi cloth garb gave passively gave way to Kenshin’s ice cold steel. Blood gushed from Saitoh’s wound covering the bridge with more human life blood. Their battle ground now covered with each others blood looked like a fresh coat of crimson paint. Clothing bathed in blood, both samurai backed away breathing ferociously trying to regain there breathes, and strength.
“…Looks like, we’re pretty hurt.” Kenshin said with wear and tear in his voice.
“…Yea…” Saitoh replied with effort visible in his voice.
“Let us finish this…”
“Sounds… good.”
Both warriors slowly walk toward each other with swords drawn, stumbling over each others feet.
“Ahhhhh!” Repeated Kenshin exhaustedly.
Running at each other Kenshin stabbed low aiming at Saitoh’s thighs. Saitoh tired, managed to side step the strike leaving his ribs open. Seeing Saitoh’s frustrated expression Kenshin slashed toward Saitoh’s face. Missing completely Saitoh chuckled meekly and slashed with his own sword aiming for Kenshin’s sword arm. Parrying the slash Kenshin stepped forward to meet Saitoh head on. Refusing to step down from Kenshin’s reckless rush Saitoh once again stabbed with vigor, but only allowing his blade to be parried away by a wide sweep from Kenshin’s katana. Resonating clings and clangs from both swords clashed together at their users hate filled faces, sparks lit their eyes and ecstasy consumed their thoughts.
This is it! Their thoughts focused on the kill.
“Fire! Fire! Imperialists have started fires all over Kyoto!” A new voice broke into the two clashing titans, opening their eyes to the events around them. The sky was no longer black as a dark night but black as clouds from consuming fires.
“…Ugh… We’ll finish this NEXT time Battousai!” Turning towards the voice Saitoh vigorously shuffled away from the blood coated bridge.
“I look forward to it…”
The cold night air hung closely onto the wooden bridge. Flowing water beneath the bridge trickled freely waking the sleeping crickets, their insect chirps muted to a low hum. The moons glow reflected off the smooth surface of the stream illuminating the bridge, two solemn figures stood parallel to one another, waiting.
“So, it has come down to this, Battousai. After all the bloodshed, after all the trouble, after all the rumors, I finally get to see the infamous Hitokiri Man Slayer; I must say that I am not impressed, boy.” Saitoh stated playfully. Light reflecting off the water danced onto Saitoh’s grinning face. Saitoh’s features dark and content but sinisterly coy.
“I care not what I have put you through, Shinsengumi captain, Saitoh Hajime. I have heard much about you as well, you have destroyed too many lives, and for that I shall avenge every last one!” Exclaimed Kenshin stoically.
“Hypocrite… You Imperialists… Aku. Soku. Zan! A code I shall follow till my last breathe, Kill Evil Instantly! And you… you Battousai, you are the evil in front of me and I will kill you with this blade!” Drawing his sword from its sheath Saitoh snickered impatiently. Moving his body into a semi-crouch Saitoh angled his katana horizontally, its tip facing Kenshin. His feet apart, and his right hand on the smooth flat tip of the blade curved at an angle. Light from the water bounced onto the blade creating a sinister grin on the sword. Narrow eyes locked onto Kenshin’s, Saitoh grinned and waited.
Gotatsu… If I get hit by that it’s all over… The thought ran through Kenshin’s mind like a rampant fever. “Humph.” A strand of breathe escaped Kenshin’s hollow grunt leaving a trail of warm air like a ghost fleeing into the night. Kenshin, placing his dominant right hand over the leathery surface of the hilt of his sheathed sword leaned forward ready to cut his opponent in half. Eyes glued to each other the two warriors stood and waited. Cool air suddenly cut through the two and pierced their thoughts, like invisible swords.
“Die!” Screamed the two Samurai in unison. The pair sprinted at full speed, the bloodlust clearly showing in their eyes. Kenshin screamed jumping at Saitoh at full speed. Saitoh chuckled grimly thrusting his katana at Kenshin’s waist. Kenshin easily identifying Saitoh’s attack drew his sword with all his strength slashing upwards towards the night sky. Two beams of light erupted on top of the bridge; a wave of both fighter’s energy and stamina quickly blasted the wooden bridge. A creaking projected from the bridge slow and chilling taunting the two, now, still samurai.
“Good, so you aren’t as weak as I had thought.” Mocked Saitoh.
“You aren’t too bad either.” Kenshin cursed.
Their blades perfectly glued to each others, Kenshin attempted to drag his blade close to Saitoh’s throat. Sparks and screeching from the blades roared at Saitoh in fury.
“No, I don’t think so!” Angered at Kenshin’s attempt Saitoh raised his right fist and punched Kenshin directly on the nose. Staggering backwards blood dripped slowly from Kenshin’s wounded nose onto the wooden bridge. Dots of blood, invisible during their fight were lost to both fighters thoughts. Breathing faintly Kenshin reverted backwards to avoid another of Saitoh’s offensives.
“If that’s all you can muster consider yourself already dead, Battousai.” Saitoh said mocking Kenshin once more.
Sheathing his sword once again Kenshin prepared for another strike, Saitoh holding his sword in his left hand doing the same.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Kenshin bawled out, running at god-like speed Kenshin ripped past Saitoh’s sword before he could even react. Defense gone Saitoh lost his grin and tried to evade Kenshin’s yet to be unsheathed sword. Kenshin pulling his hilt felt a hard thud on his sword. Another punch, this time onto Kenshin’s sword pommel, ending the un-sheathing attack.
“Consider yourself dead!” Saitoh roared victoriously. Pulling back his sword Saitoh slashed Kenshin’s back. Sound from the blade piercing Kenshin’s flesh faded into oblivion, Blood pounded the wooden bridge in greater quantity. Smell from the fresh blood filled both Kenshin and Saitoh’s nostrils urging them both to continue. Now breathing heavily Kenshin retreated once more trying to buy time for his wound to stop its throbbing pain.
“Heh, you haven’t once been able to even scathe me, the next move you make will be your last. I assure you.” Saitoh explained giving Kenshin a childish bow.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Raging like an erupting volcano Kenshin rushed in hard, drawing his sword in full velocity.
“Gahhhh…hha-hh…ahh…!” Kenshin’s blade passes by Saitoh’s again, this time managing to slash a giant wound directly on Saitoh’s chest. What little protection Saitoh’s Shinsengumi cloth garb gave passively gave way to Kenshin’s ice cold steel. Blood gushed from Saitoh’s wound covering the bridge with more human life blood. Their battle ground now covered with each others blood looked like a fresh coat of crimson paint. Clothing bathed in blood, both samurai backed away breathing ferociously trying to regain there breathes, and strength.
“…Looks like, we’re pretty hurt.” Kenshin said with wear and tear in his voice.
“…Yea…” Saitoh replied with effort visible in his voice.
“Let us finish this…”
“Sounds… good.”
Both warriors slowly walk toward each other with swords drawn, stumbling over each others feet.
“Ahhhhh!” Repeated Kenshin exhaustedly.
Running at each other Kenshin stabbed low aiming at Saitoh’s thighs. Saitoh tired, managed to side step the strike leaving his ribs open. Seeing Saitoh’s frustrated expression Kenshin slashed toward Saitoh’s face. Missing completely Saitoh chuckled meekly and slashed with his own sword aiming for Kenshin’s sword arm. Parrying the slash Kenshin stepped forward to meet Saitoh head on. Refusing to step down from Kenshin’s reckless rush Saitoh once again stabbed with vigor, but only allowing his blade to be parried away by a wide sweep from Kenshin’s katana. Resonating clings and clangs from both swords clashed together at their users hate filled faces, sparks lit their eyes and ecstasy consumed their thoughts.
This is it! Their thoughts focused on the kill.
“Fire! Fire! Imperialists have started fires all over Kyoto!” A new voice broke into the two clashing titans, opening their eyes to the events around them. The sky was no longer black as a dark night but black as clouds from consuming fires.
“…Ugh… We’ll finish this NEXT time Battousai!” Turning towards the voice Saitoh vigorously shuffled away from the blood coated bridge.
“I look forward to it…”