InuYasha Fan Fiction / Samurai 7 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ Samurai Spirit ❯ The Mysterious, Rain Drenched Samurai ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I don’t own InuYasha or Samurai 7; they belong to their respectful owners.
Summary: When Katsu is coldly rejected by the water priestess Kirara, he leaves the Samurai Seven group to help other farming villages plagued by the Nobuseri. A few years have passed and Katsu has grown much stronger. He has gained the fighting skills of Kambei and Kyuzo doubled and is just as mysterious. He meets a young priestess by the name of Kagome Higurashi. Her village has been plagued by the Nobuseri for years, but they were too weak or poor to do anything about it. Katsu trains the village to defend themselves against the bandits, but a war has now broken out with Kagome’s village as the main target.
Regretfully Katsu realizes that he will need to return to Kanna village and recruit the aid of his former allies. What will they say? How will Kirara react when she learns that the once young, naïve and unskilled Katsushiro has grown into a skilled handsome and quite mysterious young samurai? How will the others react when they learn his abilities have far surpassed what they would have expected? And what would Kirara do when she learns that the young priestess traveling with him has fallen in love with the dark green-haired man and he returns the feelings?
Authors Note: Be aware that this does not go exactly according to the anime Samurai 7. I made several changes since I have not seen the entire work as a whole, I have missed episodes and what not… so don’t be too shocked when something happens out of sequence or was not placed in at all.
Also I have not gotten all the characters attitudes and personalities down pat so beware there will most likely be OOC for many of the characters.
And there will be no romance between Kirara and Kambei. In the anime Kambei rejected Kirara, and Kirara in return rejected Katsushiro, which I believe would have been a great match for her. Anyway this FANFICTION is going to be Kagome from the anime/manga series InuYasha paired with Katsushiro from Samurai 7.
Also take note that some of the characters that may have originally died in Samurai 7, may not die in my fanfiction. So please be aware of that.

The moon hung high in the sky above the path where a lone young woman walked. She knew not why she journeyed down this path. She recognized it clearly as the sole dirt road that lead outside her village boundaries and into the territory of the Nobuseri, but even that realization did not have her turn and run back to the safety of the farming village she grew up in. Her feet continued to lead her on, farther and farther into the darkness of the woods. She had resigned herself to her fate. Should anything come to pass, she knew it was the wish of the gods; she was after all a priestess and is bound by duty to follow their will.
Her light now hidden behind the canopy of the trees, she began to fear for herself. Though she resigned herself to this, it did not what so ever mean that she was unafraid. The large machine samurai that pillaged her village for rice and women each and every few days scared her. She had heard of the poor farming village of Kanna that had hired seven samurai and were able to defeat the Nobuseri that attacked them. This brought a small sliver of hope to her and her village. But that was years ago, and the Nobuseri still plundered and pillaged. Edo’s women were still abducted, their rice taken and their lives hanging by threads.
She could do nothing to stop it. The one time she tried, her leg had been broken and her pride beaten down. Now she felt lost. The gods, it seemed, had deserted their small village to their fate. Regardless, she continued to pray to them, in hopes that they would return and drive the oppressors that were the Nobuseri away from them. But still, her soul felt helplessly lost. The men of her village lost their strength each and every day, the women feared for themselves and their virtue and the children were plagued with night terrors. Fear gripped them so tightly that it was suffocating, and she didn’t know how to quell that fear.
The village held nothing of value other than the land they slaved and lived on and the rice they grew. But the land held little value now that it was terrorized by the Nobuseri and their rice was taken during every harvest. The few bundles they were able to salvage were hidden for the terrible times that she knew were to come.
She stepped from the tree line to the cliff that surrounded her village. It was a long drop to the bottom. To her left was an old wooden bridge that nobody had ever crossed in years. No repairs had been made to it since there was no need to reach the other side. Like the Village of Kanna, the Village of Edo was situated on an outcropping of land with a Cliffside that plunged many miles down. The only connection to the world that they had was that one rickety old wooden bridge that had not been repaired in years.
It was in this location that her feet had her stop. She felt the need to wait, to not cross the bridge as she was thinking of doing just seconds ago. She knew that sitting was a bad idea to do should she get caught by the Nobuseri outside the parameters of her village, even though this land was part of the village as well. She sighed and waited. An hour passed before any change happened. From the dark shadows across the bridge was the figure of someone and the creak the old bridge made as it swung from side to side signified that someone was indeed foolhardy enough to cross it.
The bridge swung even more violently as the winds began to pick up. Thunder roared and dark clouds that appeared out of nowhere tore open and let loose a storm of icy rain and lightning. She felt like running into the relative shelter the trees posed, but her feet held her still in the rain and wind.
Lightning stuck the cavern between the two outcroppings of land that was connected by the old wooden bridge, but thunder was not the only sound that followed. The clang of metal striking against one another could be heard much clearer than any crash of thunder. Through the sheets of grey rain she could barely make out the figures of a Nobuseri spy and someone else fighting. For some reason she was prompted to run to the figure and aid however she could. She did as her gut told her, no matter how wrong or stupid she felt it was, and ran towards the bridge. Gathering her courage, she passed the two polls that held the bridge to land and entered what may be her doom.
“Go back, it’s not safe here!” The voice of a man sprang forth from the darkness, urging her to turn around, but something told her not to, so she stupidly kept her ground and ran blindly forward.
She gave an awkward battle cry, gathered her holy powers into her palm, ducked the blades swinging above her and unleashed her own attack upon the metal samurai bandit. The Nobuseri spy gave a metallic yell before crashing upon the bridge, its sword slicing the ropes that held the bridge stable. She gave a startled scream as she began to fall to one side. A strong arm wrapped around her slender waist halting her descent into what would surly have been a very long fall to her death.
“You foolish girl, do you know what you’ve done.” She could not see his face since hers was buried into the folds of his shirt. He gave a sigh and commanded her to hold tight to him as he sheathed his sword.
The wooden bridge gave a groan and simultaneously several things happened at once. The two looked up to the rope that was the only thing holding them up to notice it was peeling away at itself, cursed their luck and the man gave her a final command. “What ever you do, don’t let go of me.” That was something she was not planning on doing, letting go of him would mean her certain death. Was this the reason she was to come out here, to be the cause of his death? She would have laughed at it if the situation were not so dire.
His grip on her tightened as the last few moments before the rope snapped ticked down. “I suggest you pray to whatever god you worship now; your god may take pity on us both and save our lives.” She gave a small giggle before securing her hold around his neck.
The rope snapped with a loud sound of defeat and she screamed as they were suspended in the air for a moment before falling with the bridge. The man she clung to gave a grunt as his hold on the rope tightened, his other hand loosened upon her for a moment to secure his sword in his left fist. “I hope you’ve been praying.” He said as they neared the side of the cliff where she previously came from. When they were nearly seconds from hitting the side, he released his hold on the rope and they both free fell.
She screamed and clung to him tighter. He gripped his sword as tightly as he could and impaled it into the Cliffside. Their decent began to slow to a near stop. When the bottom was within sight he waited till it was safe to drop before letting go of his sword and cradling the woman in his arms to shield her as much as he could from the impact.
When the dust settled around them she noticed the man still held her to him. She slowly tried to make her way out of his grip, but her sudden movement caused him to groan. She stopped her movements only remembering just now what he had done for her. He could have been injured at any point from when she met him to where he took the brutal impact of their fall.
“Are you injured great samurai?” She asked him. His answer was a groan. He raised himself shakily to his elbows, then hissed in pain and cradled his left shoulder and bicep with his right.
“So you are injured. I’m so sorry; I know it was foolish of me to meddle into your affairs but…” She silenced when he raised himself again from the mud, this time with only the use of his right hand. She backed off him, giving him the space he needed to raise himself to a seated position.
“Yes,” he groaned, “It was foolish of you.” He sighed when he finally attained his goal of sitting on his rear and looked her straight into the eye. She noticed then how handsome the man really was. He was young, maybe a year or two older than herself with dark green hair cut unevenly; short in the back but almost an inch past his shoulders in either side of his face with bangs to cover his dark emerald green eyes that nearly rivaled the color of his hair.
She pushed her curled raven black tresses from her face, trying to ignore the penetrating stare that was no doubt sharpened from years of fighting and killing. It was that or stare at the handsome man and not listen to his words. He did have a point though, even if it was the will of her god to interfere with the battle up on the bridge, she knew that it was not really her place to step into a battle such as that. What could she possible have been thinking?
“We should get out of this rain soon. There’s a cave not too far from here.” He said as he tried to lift himself to his feet. He stumbled to the ground as he lost his footing in the slippery mud.
“Here let me help, it’s the least I could do for all that you’ve done for me.” She wrapped his good arm around her shoulders and provided support for him to get himself off the ground. When he was finally standing, she noticed the cave he was talking about not too far from them. Together they slowly made it to their shelter.
Once inside, she lay him down on one of the sides of the stone walls and did a turnabout, scanning the area for anything that may have previously inhabited their dwellings or for perhaps some firewood. Luckily, her gods were smiling on them for there was firewood in the corner. It seemed one of the farmers used to come out here when the fishing was good. But since the river had dried out there was no need for its use.
She grabbed several logs and hauled them over to where they would be situating for the night. She arranged them as best she could and grabbed two stick and began to rub one of them against the other. Her work was tiresome, but it was more aggravating to know that the samurai was watching her, no doubt judging her on her lack of survival skills; she couldn’t even build a fire.
“What’s your name?” His question broke their silence and momentarily startled her, the sticks she had been previously trying to coax into creating a spark dropped from her hands to clatter on the floor.
“Oh, um, my name is Kagome, Kagome Higurashi.” She gave a nervous laugh. It was silly of her not to realize that they never introduced themselves. “I’m the priestess of Edo Village, and you mysterious samurai, what would your name be?”
He only smirked, lifting himself from where he sat to grab the forgotten sticks where she had left them by her feet. “My name is Katsushiro Okamoto.”
“Well Katsu, it’s nice to meet you.” She said, extending her hand to him so he could shake it and smiled. “Hope you don’t mind if I call you Katsu?”
He smiled then and took her hand in his. “Not at all Kagome-dono, not at all.”