My Story!?
"Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys.
Look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death!"
- Sun Tzu
When I was very young, a nameless wanderer came to our village. We welcomed him into our home; we gave him food, drink and blankets for warmth. He repaid our kindness by ruthlessly slaughtering every man, woman and child in the village. My Grandfather and I were the only ones spared, for we hid in the wilderness until the nameless man had left. I saw him, for a brief moment, those eyes were so dark, so cold. I will never forget them as long as I live.
At the base of Mt. Fuji, a young man quickly stumbles towards Kara village. He has come in search of someone, someone who can help him attain strength.
“Urahara-Sempai, wait up, wait for me!” “Why are you walking so fast, sempai? Wait!” “Huff….puff…damn you walk fast sempai!” “Or is it that you walk to slow, Mikaru-san?” The young man stops, allowing a young girl, half his size to catch up. The young man roughly stands 6’3 with black short hair, and brown eyes. Forgoing the traditional samurai armor in favor of a lighter and less restraining black Hakuma. He carries a blue hand made Hattori Shinzo Daito at his side. “Hurry up damn it!” “I am late enough as it is Mikaru-san!” The young girl is completely out of breath. She falls to one knee, and tries to catch her breath. “Why is it so important that we see this old geezer, Sempai?”
As she looks up at her master, she sees a shadow looming over the both of them. “Well, if it isn’t Urahara Musashi and his little project.” Turing swiftly a tall slender figure comes into view. It is a girl, roughly 19 years of age and brandishing a huge spear bearing the name of the current shogun across its hilt. She wears an eye patch over her left eye, with the words “Never Forgive, Never Forget” inscribed in white ink.
“Tomoko, you bitch, shouldn’t you be dead?” With a smirk, the girl raises her spear and points it at Urahara. “Oh, Urahara-sama looks like you have grown some balls since the last time I saw you.” Urahara takes a stance, draws his Daito, and smiles, “You never answered my question, Tomoko. Why are you still alive? I could have sworn I left your rotting corpse on the streets of Edo.” “Huh? Still as quick to a fight as ever, Urahara-sama? The only thing your faster at than drawing that sword, is in the bedroom.”
“You’d know ya back water whore!” She became more serious, took a moment and then spoke. “ A stranger took pity on me and nursed me back to health.” “I see, ya slept with him didn’t ya?” “Absolutely not!” “ I simply returned the favor for saving my life, you don’t need to know the details, idiot.” The wind picks up and off in the distance the sound of faint drums can be heard. Both of them seemingly ready to cut each others throats, little did I know that these two would come to be my greatest students.
Looking at the young woman, and then at urahara, Miko gathers her courage, places one hand on her Wakazashi and stands firm.
Miko pipes up, “Urahara-sempai! There is no reason to fight, just let her be!” Quietly, Tomoko lowers her weapon. “She is right I did not come her to fight with such a pathetic Ronin.” “ I have come in search of someone more important than you.” She turns her back and slowly begins to walk towards the village, her long black hair flowing in the wind. The suns rays reflect off of the armor that form fits her curvaceous slender body, the emerald armor shins in the sun, giving her a light radiating glow. A gold dragon sits upon the back of the armor. “I guess we will have to catch up some other time, better not disappoint your little girl friend, “Tamura-san.” And just as quickly as she came, she was gone, with out a trace. The wind began to subside and peace returned to the area. Urahara sheathed his sword, and picked up the water skin at his side. The water was cool, and reminded him of the stream near his home village. He found his thoughts wandering to memories he had not thought about in ages.
“Urahara-sempai, why did she call you Tamura? Just who is that woman?” Urahara turned to Miko, she stared at him intently. Her white kimono flowing in the wind. Bending down, and giving her the water skin, he speaks softly, like the calm winds that now surround the both of them.
“That bitch? That my emotional baggage.” “Ya, see she pops in from time to time when she feels like picking a fight or wants sex, although I never have been quite sure how dropping in and pleasuring me is supposed to punish me for running our marriage…” Confused Miko stares back at him, “I don’t understand Sempai.” “Never mind, your to young to worry about such things.” “lets just head into town I am starving.”
Gathering their things they head towards town in search of a hot meal. Little did they know the fate that awaited them upon their arrival…
Please all let me know what you think about this story. I have been working on it since thursday, it is due tomorrow in class for our first workshop, though I doubt I will get to read it until thursday. Let me know what ya think!
Thanks, Curtis :)
Look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death!"
- Sun Tzu
When I was very young, a nameless wanderer came to our village. We welcomed him into our home; we gave him food, drink and blankets for warmth. He repaid our kindness by ruthlessly slaughtering every man, woman and child in the village. My Grandfather and I were the only ones spared, for we hid in the wilderness until the nameless man had left. I saw him, for a brief moment, those eyes were so dark, so cold. I will never forget them as long as I live.
At the base of Mt. Fuji, a young man quickly stumbles towards Kara village. He has come in search of someone, someone who can help him attain strength.
“Urahara-Sempai, wait up, wait for me!” “Why are you walking so fast, sempai? Wait!” “Huff….puff…damn you walk fast sempai!” “Or is it that you walk to slow, Mikaru-san?” The young man stops, allowing a young girl, half his size to catch up. The young man roughly stands 6’3 with black short hair, and brown eyes. Forgoing the traditional samurai armor in favor of a lighter and less restraining black Hakuma. He carries a blue hand made Hattori Shinzo Daito at his side. “Hurry up damn it!” “I am late enough as it is Mikaru-san!” The young girl is completely out of breath. She falls to one knee, and tries to catch her breath. “Why is it so important that we see this old geezer, Sempai?”
As she looks up at her master, she sees a shadow looming over the both of them. “Well, if it isn’t Urahara Musashi and his little project.” Turing swiftly a tall slender figure comes into view. It is a girl, roughly 19 years of age and brandishing a huge spear bearing the name of the current shogun across its hilt. She wears an eye patch over her left eye, with the words “Never Forgive, Never Forget” inscribed in white ink.
“Tomoko, you bitch, shouldn’t you be dead?” With a smirk, the girl raises her spear and points it at Urahara. “Oh, Urahara-sama looks like you have grown some balls since the last time I saw you.” Urahara takes a stance, draws his Daito, and smiles, “You never answered my question, Tomoko. Why are you still alive? I could have sworn I left your rotting corpse on the streets of Edo.” “Huh? Still as quick to a fight as ever, Urahara-sama? The only thing your faster at than drawing that sword, is in the bedroom.”
“You’d know ya back water whore!” She became more serious, took a moment and then spoke. “ A stranger took pity on me and nursed me back to health.” “I see, ya slept with him didn’t ya?” “Absolutely not!” “ I simply returned the favor for saving my life, you don’t need to know the details, idiot.” The wind picks up and off in the distance the sound of faint drums can be heard. Both of them seemingly ready to cut each others throats, little did I know that these two would come to be my greatest students.
Looking at the young woman, and then at urahara, Miko gathers her courage, places one hand on her Wakazashi and stands firm.
Miko pipes up, “Urahara-sempai! There is no reason to fight, just let her be!” Quietly, Tomoko lowers her weapon. “She is right I did not come her to fight with such a pathetic Ronin.” “ I have come in search of someone more important than you.” She turns her back and slowly begins to walk towards the village, her long black hair flowing in the wind. The suns rays reflect off of the armor that form fits her curvaceous slender body, the emerald armor shins in the sun, giving her a light radiating glow. A gold dragon sits upon the back of the armor. “I guess we will have to catch up some other time, better not disappoint your little girl friend, “Tamura-san.” And just as quickly as she came, she was gone, with out a trace. The wind began to subside and peace returned to the area. Urahara sheathed his sword, and picked up the water skin at his side. The water was cool, and reminded him of the stream near his home village. He found his thoughts wandering to memories he had not thought about in ages.
“Urahara-sempai, why did she call you Tamura? Just who is that woman?” Urahara turned to Miko, she stared at him intently. Her white kimono flowing in the wind. Bending down, and giving her the water skin, he speaks softly, like the calm winds that now surround the both of them.
“That bitch? That my emotional baggage.” “Ya, see she pops in from time to time when she feels like picking a fight or wants sex, although I never have been quite sure how dropping in and pleasuring me is supposed to punish me for running our marriage…” Confused Miko stares back at him, “I don’t understand Sempai.” “Never mind, your to young to worry about such things.” “lets just head into town I am starving.”
Gathering their things they head towards town in search of a hot meal. Little did they know the fate that awaited them upon their arrival…
Please all let me know what you think about this story. I have been working on it since thursday, it is due tomorrow in class for our first workshop, though I doubt I will get to read it until thursday. Let me know what ya think!
Thanks, Curtis :)