Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Color of Blood ❯ Adventures in Tokyo ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Saiyazon 
Years after Takara's oath of vengeance she arrives in Tokyo. Will she run into any of the Kenshin gang?
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 141 | Status: Completed
Years after Takara's oath of vengeance she arrives in Tokyo. Will she run into any of the Kenshin gang?
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 141 | Status: Completed
Chapter 5 Adventures in Tokyo
Takara stayed in the forest, training herself. She practiced Kempo, archery, and honed her skill with the katana. She grew increasingly stronger ever day. Not only did she change physically, but mentally also.
Alone in the woods her feelings became hard. Fear was a thing of the past, replaced by hate and vengeance. Sadness still consumed her, very rarely would she smile. She could however put on a mask of happiness to fool the few people she met.
For two years she lived in the forest. Finally, when she thought she was skilled enough, she crept out stealthily into the world.
She haunted the streets of many towns and villages. She blended herself well, becoming almost invisible to all. She was the defender of the innocent bred by darkness.
She often killed in stealth. Her victims never knew they were attacked until they were dead. She either killed from afar with her bow and arrow, only approaching her victim to retrieve the arrow. Or she used her katana, getting in close before the kill. She only killed criminals and oppressors. She did her research before every kill. She had successfully killed many of the bandits and smaller crime lords in the towns of rural Japan. Since she only killed baddies no one really complained about the murders or the mysterious killer.
Only the government made a fuss. They didn’t want a random fighter out there killing whomsoever they pleased. She was one hundred percent on the good side, but they feared she would turn.
No one knew who the justice slayer was, all they knew was that someone whom one person had identified before they died as a female. The populous nicknamed her, Katana. They only knew of the weapon with which she killed, yet nothing of the slayer.
For three years Takara wandered the countryside of Japan, killing all the evil she came in contact with. Yet no matter how many she killed she found that she never really felt her family was totally revenged. She was haunted by dreams of their gory deaths many a night.
Thus Takara took the same road as her lost brother, the wandering manslayer. She was almost as infamous as he. Her name was like the cold shiver of death to all the country’s crooks. They feared her for no one ever knew when or who she would strike next, her reputation became synonymous with the grim reaper.
The government never took the initiative to find her as she was only crusading in the country. For three years she wandered the countryside, living off the land and killing all the evils she could, until one faithful day she wandered into Edo, otherwise known as Tokyo. Little did she know what she would find there and how it would change her forever!
Two weeks after Takara’s arrival in Tokyo, a familiar group: Kenshin, Kaoru, Sanosuke, and Yahiko were as usual, on their way home from the Akabeko.
“I sure love that beef stew!” Sanosuke commented.
“Yeah, it’s a lot better than Kaoru’s cooking!” Yahiko said poking fun at his teacher.
BASH! “Ow!”
“You should have respect for your sensei!” Kaoru smirked after bashing her pupil up side the head.
“What’s that?” Sanosuke asked noticing a large group of people crowded around an alley.
“I don’t know. Let’s check it out!” Yahiko shouted excitedly as he ran over and began pushing people aside to see what was so interesting. The others followed reluctant yet curious.
Yahiko gasped when he saw what they were all looking at. “What is it Yahiko?” Kenshin asked.
“Stay back please!” A police officer shouted. “Please, stay back this is a crime scene!”
Kenshin stared solemnly at the bodies lying lifeless in the alley.
“Oh my! Who would do such a thing?” Kaoru asked, stunned by the sight that she was met with.
“Hey!” Yahiko shouted pointing. “That’s one of the head Yakuza lords!”
Kaoru gasped. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. He’s one of the jerks who forced me to pick pocket!”
“Well looks like somebody finally got angry enough to kill the bastards.” Sanosuke commented shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Somebody with great swordsman skill.” Kenshin whispered studying the bodies.
“It must be Katana.” A man in the crowd wearing a farmer’s hat and carrying a large pack on his back said.
“Who or what’s Katana?” Yahiko asked ignorantly.
“I’ve heard the tales of Katana.” Kenshin said staring at the man in the crowd.
“So tell us Kenshin, what’s this Katana all about?” Sanosuke asked anxious to know.
Kenshin stared off into space as he spoke. “Katana is the nickname for the justice killer. In my last three years of wandering I heard many a tale of Katana. Katana is a swordsman of some regard who has been cleaning the country side of criminals. Bandits, crime lords, and other evils meet their death at the hands of the sword. Each victim suffers, but one or two slashes of a katana. That is why she is called Katana.”
“She?” Yahiko questioned, his eyebrows raised at Kenshin.
“Yes this justified manslayer is a woman.” Kenshin replied.
“Oh dear, why hasn’t she been stopped?” Kaoru asked innocently.
“She only kills criminals so no one complains.” Kenshin replied in a very different tone of voice. He seemed agitated that any one could get away with murder.
“Get out of here! This is a crime scene not a tourist attraction!” A cop yelled to the crowd. Slowly the crowd dispersed and Kenshin and the others walked home in silence, all deep in their thoughts about the Justice Killer.
A few days later Kaoru and Yahiko were back in the market. “Why did you have to drag me shopping with you? Why not Kenshin or Sano?” Yahiko complained.
“I couldn’t find them this morning.” Kaoru replied trying to not blow up at Yahiko’s attitude.
“Probably out gambling.” Yahiko said under his breath.
“What was that?” Kaoru said spinning around to glare at him.
“Nothing!” Yahiko squeaked innocently.
Meanwhile Takara was walking down the same street. She looked more like a beggar than a warrior so no one paid her much mind. She still wore her ragged gi pants and shirt from five years ago. It was amazing the cloth hadn’t deteriorated yet! Her arms and legs shown tan yet were stark white in contrast to the heavily clothed people around her. She wore her Bokken at her side and her bow and quiver over her shoulders. These two weapons weren’t illegal so she was fine.
Suddenly lost in thoughts of her last kill she was bumped into by a large man. “Hey you watch where you’re going! You little beggar!” The man yelled at her.
Kaoru and Yahiko heard the commotion and looked up to see an obese man yelling down at a dirty and ragged girl.
“Scum like you shouldn’t be let to live!” The man continued to belittle her. Takara remained stone faced for a while. When the man finally stopped ranting at her she looked up at him and smirked.
“Sorry, I didn’t know this street belonged to you, asshole!” She retorted.
“Why you little…!” The man raised his hand to strike her but in an instant her bokken was up. His strike hit the bokken and he stared down at her, his other arm came out into another strike, but before Takara could even react Yahiko entered the picture. He blocked the strike and flew forward, knocking the nasty man unconscious on the ground.
Takara stared at the small boy that had just come to her, “rescue”. He glared angrily at the man and growled, “Jerk!”
Kaoru ran over. “Good job Yahiko!” She said. She turned to Takara with concern in her eyes. “Are you alright?” She asked.
Takara was about three inches taller than Kaoru and she looked down and smiled. “I’ll be fine.” Yahiko turned toward her. “Thanks to you.” She said smiling at the small warrior.
Yahiko scratched the back of his head and boasted. “Well it’s no problem, miss….?”
“Call me Takara.” She said friendlily. She may have been cold and revengeful during a kill, but she had no reason not to try and be polite and friendly to nice people.
“I’m Yahiko and this is Kaoru.”
“It’s nice to meet you both.” Takara replied.
Kaoru glanced curiously at Takara’s bokken. “Excuse me, forgive me for asking, but do you practice any style of swordsmanship?” She asked.
“Yes as a matter of fact I do.” Takara admitted.
“I also practice with a bokken.” Kaoru admitted.
“Really, what style?”
“Kamiya Kashin.”
“The sword that protects, huh?” Takara nodded in reply.
“Hey, why don’t you come visit our dojo?” Yahiko offered excitedly.
“Yes please, I am interested to see your style.” Kaoru added.
Takara didn’t like getting to involved with people. Too much pain came from attachment; she knew that only too well. But she couldn’t bring herself to say no. Besides, what would come of one afternoon of sharing sword techniques? “Sure.” She agreed. The three headed off to the dojo. None of them suspecting how big a change they were about to face.
Please keep reading!
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Takara stayed in the forest, training herself. She practiced Kempo, archery, and honed her skill with the katana. She grew increasingly stronger ever day. Not only did she change physically, but mentally also.
Alone in the woods her feelings became hard. Fear was a thing of the past, replaced by hate and vengeance. Sadness still consumed her, very rarely would she smile. She could however put on a mask of happiness to fool the few people she met.
For two years she lived in the forest. Finally, when she thought she was skilled enough, she crept out stealthily into the world.
She haunted the streets of many towns and villages. She blended herself well, becoming almost invisible to all. She was the defender of the innocent bred by darkness.
She often killed in stealth. Her victims never knew they were attacked until they were dead. She either killed from afar with her bow and arrow, only approaching her victim to retrieve the arrow. Or she used her katana, getting in close before the kill. She only killed criminals and oppressors. She did her research before every kill. She had successfully killed many of the bandits and smaller crime lords in the towns of rural Japan. Since she only killed baddies no one really complained about the murders or the mysterious killer.
Only the government made a fuss. They didn’t want a random fighter out there killing whomsoever they pleased. She was one hundred percent on the good side, but they feared she would turn.
No one knew who the justice slayer was, all they knew was that someone whom one person had identified before they died as a female. The populous nicknamed her, Katana. They only knew of the weapon with which she killed, yet nothing of the slayer.
For three years Takara wandered the countryside of Japan, killing all the evil she came in contact with. Yet no matter how many she killed she found that she never really felt her family was totally revenged. She was haunted by dreams of their gory deaths many a night.
Thus Takara took the same road as her lost brother, the wandering manslayer. She was almost as infamous as he. Her name was like the cold shiver of death to all the country’s crooks. They feared her for no one ever knew when or who she would strike next, her reputation became synonymous with the grim reaper.
The government never took the initiative to find her as she was only crusading in the country. For three years she wandered the countryside, living off the land and killing all the evils she could, until one faithful day she wandered into Edo, otherwise known as Tokyo. Little did she know what she would find there and how it would change her forever!
Two weeks after Takara’s arrival in Tokyo, a familiar group: Kenshin, Kaoru, Sanosuke, and Yahiko were as usual, on their way home from the Akabeko.
“I sure love that beef stew!” Sanosuke commented.
“Yeah, it’s a lot better than Kaoru’s cooking!” Yahiko said poking fun at his teacher.
BASH! “Ow!”
“You should have respect for your sensei!” Kaoru smirked after bashing her pupil up side the head.
“What’s that?” Sanosuke asked noticing a large group of people crowded around an alley.
“I don’t know. Let’s check it out!” Yahiko shouted excitedly as he ran over and began pushing people aside to see what was so interesting. The others followed reluctant yet curious.
Yahiko gasped when he saw what they were all looking at. “What is it Yahiko?” Kenshin asked.
“Stay back please!” A police officer shouted. “Please, stay back this is a crime scene!”
Kenshin stared solemnly at the bodies lying lifeless in the alley.
“Oh my! Who would do such a thing?” Kaoru asked, stunned by the sight that she was met with.
“Hey!” Yahiko shouted pointing. “That’s one of the head Yakuza lords!”
Kaoru gasped. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. He’s one of the jerks who forced me to pick pocket!”
“Well looks like somebody finally got angry enough to kill the bastards.” Sanosuke commented shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Somebody with great swordsman skill.” Kenshin whispered studying the bodies.
“It must be Katana.” A man in the crowd wearing a farmer’s hat and carrying a large pack on his back said.
“Who or what’s Katana?” Yahiko asked ignorantly.
“I’ve heard the tales of Katana.” Kenshin said staring at the man in the crowd.
“So tell us Kenshin, what’s this Katana all about?” Sanosuke asked anxious to know.
Kenshin stared off into space as he spoke. “Katana is the nickname for the justice killer. In my last three years of wandering I heard many a tale of Katana. Katana is a swordsman of some regard who has been cleaning the country side of criminals. Bandits, crime lords, and other evils meet their death at the hands of the sword. Each victim suffers, but one or two slashes of a katana. That is why she is called Katana.”
“She?” Yahiko questioned, his eyebrows raised at Kenshin.
“Yes this justified manslayer is a woman.” Kenshin replied.
“Oh dear, why hasn’t she been stopped?” Kaoru asked innocently.
“She only kills criminals so no one complains.” Kenshin replied in a very different tone of voice. He seemed agitated that any one could get away with murder.
“Get out of here! This is a crime scene not a tourist attraction!” A cop yelled to the crowd. Slowly the crowd dispersed and Kenshin and the others walked home in silence, all deep in their thoughts about the Justice Killer.
A few days later Kaoru and Yahiko were back in the market. “Why did you have to drag me shopping with you? Why not Kenshin or Sano?” Yahiko complained.
“I couldn’t find them this morning.” Kaoru replied trying to not blow up at Yahiko’s attitude.
“Probably out gambling.” Yahiko said under his breath.
“What was that?” Kaoru said spinning around to glare at him.
“Nothing!” Yahiko squeaked innocently.
Meanwhile Takara was walking down the same street. She looked more like a beggar than a warrior so no one paid her much mind. She still wore her ragged gi pants and shirt from five years ago. It was amazing the cloth hadn’t deteriorated yet! Her arms and legs shown tan yet were stark white in contrast to the heavily clothed people around her. She wore her Bokken at her side and her bow and quiver over her shoulders. These two weapons weren’t illegal so she was fine.
Suddenly lost in thoughts of her last kill she was bumped into by a large man. “Hey you watch where you’re going! You little beggar!” The man yelled at her.
Kaoru and Yahiko heard the commotion and looked up to see an obese man yelling down at a dirty and ragged girl.
“Scum like you shouldn’t be let to live!” The man continued to belittle her. Takara remained stone faced for a while. When the man finally stopped ranting at her she looked up at him and smirked.
“Sorry, I didn’t know this street belonged to you, asshole!” She retorted.
“Why you little…!” The man raised his hand to strike her but in an instant her bokken was up. His strike hit the bokken and he stared down at her, his other arm came out into another strike, but before Takara could even react Yahiko entered the picture. He blocked the strike and flew forward, knocking the nasty man unconscious on the ground.
Takara stared at the small boy that had just come to her, “rescue”. He glared angrily at the man and growled, “Jerk!”
Kaoru ran over. “Good job Yahiko!” She said. She turned to Takara with concern in her eyes. “Are you alright?” She asked.
Takara was about three inches taller than Kaoru and she looked down and smiled. “I’ll be fine.” Yahiko turned toward her. “Thanks to you.” She said smiling at the small warrior.
Yahiko scratched the back of his head and boasted. “Well it’s no problem, miss….?”
“Call me Takara.” She said friendlily. She may have been cold and revengeful during a kill, but she had no reason not to try and be polite and friendly to nice people.
“I’m Yahiko and this is Kaoru.”
“It’s nice to meet you both.” Takara replied.
Kaoru glanced curiously at Takara’s bokken. “Excuse me, forgive me for asking, but do you practice any style of swordsmanship?” She asked.
“Yes as a matter of fact I do.” Takara admitted.
“I also practice with a bokken.” Kaoru admitted.
“Really, what style?”
“Kamiya Kashin.”
“The sword that protects, huh?” Takara nodded in reply.
“Hey, why don’t you come visit our dojo?” Yahiko offered excitedly.
“Yes please, I am interested to see your style.” Kaoru added.
Takara didn’t like getting to involved with people. Too much pain came from attachment; she knew that only too well. But she couldn’t bring herself to say no. Besides, what would come of one afternoon of sharing sword techniques? “Sure.” She agreed. The three headed off to the dojo. None of them suspecting how big a change they were about to face.
Please keep reading!
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