Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ This Is Forever ❯ Destined For War ( Chapter 10 )
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Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.21.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 462 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.21.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 462 | Status: Work In Progress
This Is Forever
Chapter 17: “Destined For War”
Misao could only watch though her eyes, trapped in the back of her mind. When she saw Aoshi was going to battle with her, or rather, Enishi, she frantically tried to fight her way out of her imprisonment. With no avail, Misao kept getting blocked with each try.
She could only watch helplessly as Aoshi and herself fought with each other.
OOOOOO
Aoshi was ready with his twin kodachi at his side. Misao, with her kunai already in her hand, threw the small daggers at the stolid man, with which Aoshi made a simple swing with one kodachi, and all the kunai fell to the ground.
Misao’s face contorted into the cute pout look she sometimes used, and stated, “No wonder I never used kunai; they’re too easy to deflect.”
Aoshi, his face void of all emotion, stared at Misao. She was his wife, but at the same time, she was not. How was he going to defeat his wife without harming her?
“Well, I suppose it’s for the best.” Misao/Enishi stated with a shrug of the shoulders. “Here I come!”
Misao rushed at Aoshi at incredibly rapid speed, but Aoshi was prepared for it, so he crossed his kodachi in an x-like mark. Misao used one of her power kicks, and kicked the x-like twin kodachi, which sent Aoshi back, but not far.
Misao landed on her feet, her head tilted to the side in curiosity. Why had the girl’s power kick not worked? From the review of her memories, the power kick usually did work on most opponents the girl faced.
“I know all of Misao’s fighting techniques,” Aoshi explained, as if he could hear Enishi’s questions. “I’m the one who taught her most of the fighting styles she uses, so naturally, I know how to block them.”
Misao smiled evilly, which, from Aoshi’s viewpoint, did not look good on her pretty face.
“That’s fine,” Misao said, crouching down into a fighting stance that Aoshi had not seen his wife do. “I’ll just use some of my own techniques.”
Misao’s legs were bent into a crouching position, the left foot straight, and the right leg slightly bent away, to the right of the body, and the foot in perfect position with the said leg. Her right arm was straight forward, palm and fingers straight up with the thumb slightly bent, but still perfectly in line with the palm. The left hand was bent in perfect formation, close to the breast, and the left hand was open in a claw-like similarity.
Aoshi did not know what to make of this unusual fighting stance, which seemed to stress both defense and offence. The only conclusion that came up from his mile-long book of knowledge was that it was somehow Chinese Kung Fu, and Japanese Karate.
“You ki tells me you’re a bit perplexed at this stance,” Misao/Enishi stated. “Why don’t you attack me and find out what this stance is all about?”
Aoshi was not a simple minded person; he was, rather, a tactical genius and was not one to simply rush into battle. However, since he was unfamiliar with the fighting stance, he had to test it, so his mind could begin to process the patterns of the defenses and offences.
Aoshi, using the blunt side of his kodachis, rushed forward, one kodachi ready to come down on Misao’s shoulder, and the other kodachi behind him for a second strike.
Misao, using her right hand, which stressed defense, brought her arm up, her wrist connecting with the sensitive wrist part of Aoshi’s arm. Aoshi brought the second kodachi forward for another strike; Misao, using the same right hand, smacked the ninja leader’s second attack away, leaving him wide open and vulnerable for a split second.
Yet, in the split second, Misao’s left claw-like hand came out at an unbelievable speed, hit Aoshi’s chest with the lower palm, and the fingers closed around his clothing. Misao used force and speed to bring Aoshi down, but before he hit the ground, backside first, Misao’s left leg shot forward, connected with Aoshi’s lower back, and then she let the ninja fall to the ground.
After Aoshi landed hard on his back, Misao used her right hand, that she used for defense, brought it down in a karate-like chopping movement smack on Aoshi’s chest.
Aoshi jumped back on his feet, and Misao jumped away. Now the tactical genius side of Aoshi’s brain started working, figuring out patterns of the fight, and how to use defense against it.
“Ready to go again?” Misao/Enishi asked in a taunting manner, crouching down into the same position again.
Aoshi said nothing, just got into fighting position, his twin kodachi blades still at his side, but raised upward this time. He rushed at Misao, and the young woman once again used her right hand for defense, hitting Aoshi’s attacks out of the way with her wrist.
Only Aoshi kicked Misao’s left offense arm away using his right leg, brought the same leg down on her shoulder, jumped up, using his left leg, and sweep kicked her with the same leg, and used the same left leg to break her fall when they landed on the ground.
Aoshi raised the kodachi in his right hand, and brought the blade down to Misao’s throat.
OOOOO
“That should do it.” Dr. Megumi Takani said, pleased with her work as she bandaged the hand of the person she was treating. “How did you injure this hand again?”
“Futae no Kiwami practice.”
Megumi shook her head.
“You men and your karate obsessions.”
“It’s not obsession.” Sanosuke said, rather offended. “It’s an art.”
“A violent art.” Megumi countered, tying the bandages rather too snug. “This ‘futae no kiwami’ caused damage to your proximal interphalangeal joint, which then causes damage to your proximal phalanx.”
“I have no idea what you just said.” Sano said, scratching his head.
“It means,” Megumi explained with an irritated tone. “You can’t use this ‘futae no kiwami’ with your right hand any longer.”
“Well, that sucks; I’m right handed!”
“Then you’ll have to use your left hand to sign these forms.” Megumi stated, holding up forms for billing.
“Uh, I seemed to have left my pen at home. Heh.” Sano informed with a smile, and a hand rubbing the back of his head.
Megumi glared at Sano before saying, “You can’t pay for the bill, can you?”
“Iie.”
“......”
With a sigh, Megumi put the forms away with a shrug of her shoulders. “Just don’t make it a habit of coming here for free treatment.”
“Don’t worry, as sure as I pay my restaurant tabs, I’ll pay for my medical bills!”
“Why am I not reassured?”
Suddenly, a group of people outside the window caught Sano’s eye, and he quickly got up, and thanked Megumi as he headed out the door.
Megumi wondered what caught Sano’s interest, so she followed him outside, only to see the one group that kept getting into trouble, and coming to her and her parents’ hospital.
“You people again?” Megumi scolded, placing her hands on her waist. “It’s not enough for you to bother me at my hospital, but now you have to bother me at my clinic?”
“We’re sorry.” the young woman with the crystal blue eyes and jet black hair said.
“We’re in his custody.” the red haired man said, pointing to Kyoto’s Chief of Police.
“Actually, they came for my help.” the man, Saitou, said, finishing his cigarette. “It seems they need all the help they can get just to kill one person.”
“Actually, he’s a demon,” Soujiro stated. “And he’s the one causing all this trouble.”
Megumi blanched. “You know, I have a full-time psychiatrist in my clinic if you want to see him today; we can fit in a couple of walk-ins.” The doctor informed, pointing to the main entrance of her building.
“You mean that guy with the white hair?” Sano asked, and everyone turned to him, surprised.
“How did you know about him?” Kaoru asked.
“I saw that guy fighting him one time.” Sano answered, pointing to Kenshin. “So, there’s gonna be a fight?”
“Hai.” Kaoru answered. “The biggest one of our lifetime.”
“Great!” Sano said, excitedly, one hand a fist, and he punched his other hand’s palm lightly. “Count me in!”
“We don’t need more idiots in our group.” Saitou said, glaring at the street fighter.
“Then you should leave the group.” Kenshin said, and Saitou glared at him.
“Are you sure you can fight?” Yahiko asked, looking Sano up and down.
“I saved your ass that one time, remember?” Sano pointed out. “Besides, you all live at the Aoiya, right?”
The group, save for Saitou, nodded.
“Then think of this as my way of paying back my tab at that restaurant!”
“Oh, that’s why I wasn’t reassured.” Megumi muttered to herself.
“Actually,” Kaoru said to Sano. “We could use your help, so you’re welcomed into our group. Now, we have to go face Enishi.”
As the group was leaving, Megumi called out to Sano, “I told you not to use your right hand!”
“It’s okay,” Sano said with a smile. “I’ll just be back for treatment.”
“I said no more free treatments!”
“I’ll pay you back somehow.” Sano said, and he winked at Megumi before he turned to catch up with the rest of the group.
OOOOOOO
“You won’t kill her, will you?” Misao/Enishi asked, Aoshi’s kodachi blade pressed against her throat, though not with enough pressure to split the skin.
Aoshi narrowed his eyes and got up to his feet as Misao did the same. They stood a few feet away, Aoshi thinking of what to do. Of course he would not kill his wife, but that does not mean Enishi would not kill him through Misao.
“Then let’s go again.” Misao said and attacked Aoshi.
Aoshi defended himself, and only attacked when he knew it would not harm Misao. Punches and kicks were thrown, blocked, reposition, and attack again.
Misao stopped, exertion taking all energy out of her. When the puppet is exhausted, the puppeteer cannot continue. The conscious of Misao knew what was going on with her body, and Aoshi knew as well.
“She cannot continue, Enishi.” Aoshi said, watching his wife pant, a hand to her heart.
“What a weak girl she is.”
“Iie, Misao is strong.” Aoshi stated with confidence.
“Then let’s test that.”
Misao attacked, although it was not with as much energy as Enishi would have liked. However, he was able to make her land quite a few painful blows, and Aoshi, tired, did not realize until it was too late, that he used the sharp side of his kodachi.
Misao blocked the blow with her left arm; however, it still left a nasty wound. Aoshi cursed himself for not using better thinking when he acted for offense. It was not a life-threatening wound; however, it was still deep enough to probably need stitches.
Misao looked at the wound, and then back at Aoshi.
“Well, you finally got the courage to strike her. I commend you; but, what’re you going to do? Wound her until her body gives out? If you do that, you’ll kill the baby she carries in her womb.”
Aoshi’s eyes widened.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” Misao/Enishi asked innocently, even though he knew the answer from scanning Misao’s memories. “Your wife is with child. You know its true, though a demon I am, you know deep down that I speak the truth, don’t you?”
Aoshi did know that Enishi spoke the truth about Misao’s pregnancy, but with everything going on, he did not have time to add up the symptoms, or perhaps he was subconsciously ignoring it.
Damnit! Aoshi cursed. How was he going to fight Misao now? The whole situation kept getting worse. Aoshi inhaled slowly, and prepared for another attack.
Though it was the usual stance, the attack was different. Instead of using her right hand for defense, Misao grabbed Aoshi’s left arm, grabbed the same arm with her left hand, twisted, and a sickening snap was heard. The ninja had not choice but to drop his second kodachi, which Misao quickly grabbed and jumped away from him.
“Thanks for the weapon.” Misao/Enishi said, pretending to inspect the blade. “We can have a real fight now.”
Aoshi’s left arm was twisted, definitely broken, and could now only fight with his right arm. His left arm throbbed in pain like heartbeats. The ninja leader grabbed his broken arm with his right hand, twisted it back into place, however, still broken.
Aoshi picked his kodachi back up, and said, “Let’s continue again.”
Enishi was thoroughly confused; maybe he underestimated the warrior. Maybe humans were not as weak as he originally thought. Yet, if this man was not fighting to harm the girl he possessed, what was his purpose for continuing to fight?
Aoshi nodded towards Misao, and she attacked, each throw with a kodachi only resulted in a block. Blades clanged together, sparks flew, and yet not one blow could the other land.
Then, Enishi saw his opportunity; Aoshi was semi-opened, and he made Misao thrust forward with the kodachi.
Aoshi kicked something upward, and Enishi could see the twin kodachi sheath in front of the kodachi blade with the ninja’s name on it. Yet, the blade broke through the sheath, and embedded itself in Aoshi’s chest.
Misao, locked up in the back of her mind, saw the whole incident, and saw the kodachi blade strike Aoshi’s chest, and saw him fall to the ground, unmoving.
Aoshi! Misao cried out, but it was in her mind. She felt a desperation arise in herself; she need to go to Aoshi, but Enishi prevented her from doing so.
A raw, spiritual power exploded from Misao, more blinding than any sun could have been, and she felt herself being thrust forward at a rapid rate, and back into her own body.
“AOSHI!!!!” Misao screamed, no longer possessed by Enishi.
She ran forward towards her fallen love, blood soaking the grass, and the kodachi that struck him laid by his side. Misao kneeled by her husband, cradling his head in one arm, and the other hand pressed against the wound. Tears flowed down her face, and dripped onto his face.
Suddenly, Misao felt a hand on her face, brushing her tears away. She opened her eyes to see Aoshi was the one she felt.
“Aoshi...” Misao whispered, her bottom lip trembling. “I thought... You were...”
“No,” Aoshi explained. “A little wounded, but not dead.”
Aoshi sat up, opened his top gi, and inspected the wound. It was not life-threatening at all; in fact, the wound stopped bleeding.
“How...?” Misao asked in disbelief.
“I kicked up my sheath at the last minute, and that cut back on the amount of power Enishi’s attack would’ve had.”
“Even then, Aoshi, you should’ve been killed.”
Aoshi looked at Misao for a minute before he said, while moving his formally broken. “Your spiritual powers can be used for destruction and for healing. You just haven’t quite mastered them yet, but you’re progressing rapidly.”
Misao opened and closed her mouth several times, fresh tears developing in her eyes. “I-I was so scared of loosing you...”
“I felt the same way when you almost gave your life for me, stepping in the way of a weapon. Only I don’t have spiritually healing powers. Now let’s catch up with the rest of the group, and you’re still not fighting.”
“Naze?”
Aoshi raised a scolding eyebrow at Misao.
“I know you’re pregnant now, so don’t you think that’s a good enough excuse?”
Misao smiled nervously before replying, “So, how do you feel about the news?”
“I’ll be happy about it when this whole mess is over.” Aoshi said, although his lips sported a rapidly growing smile on his face.
Misao giggled, and they quickly went on their way towards the rest of the group.
OOOOOO
The force of Misao’s spiritual powers caused Enishi to not only loose control, but also to be blasted away from standing position, and smack into the furthest wall.
Enishi let out a stream of curses, rubbing the back of his head. He quickly got to his feet and dusted himself off right when Akira walked inside.
“Enishi-sama,” Akira said. “Battousai and his group have arrived.”
“Good,” Enishi said with a smirk. “Now I can have fun again.”
Enishi walked outside with Akira by his side.
“Oh, stupid ones,” he greeted. “Have you come to finish our war? If so, then let the first challenger step forward and face me.”
Kaoru was about to step forward, but Kenshin beat her to it.
“You have to open up the gates of hell.” Kenshin said to Kaoru. “Do that while the rest of us will hold Enishi off.”
“But if I do, then you’ll go back, too.”
“Just do it, Kaoru!” Kenshin yelled, and turned back to Enishi without another look at the goddess.
“Well, six against one? That’s not fair, but I think I can rectify that.” Enishi said, and then called each of his demonic companions to him.
“Gein.”
Gein was a huge guy with a wide grinning mouth, fat belly, and just had a stupid look about him.
“Hyogo Kujiranami.”
Hyogo was another huge man with one arm a cannon, and the rest was not much.
“Otowa Hyoko.”
Otowa was a feminine looking man, and something that looked like spider legs were hooked to his back.
“Banjin.”
Banjin was a western-looking military man, long locks, camouflage clothing and all.
“Yatsume Mumyoi.”
No one came out.
“Yatsume Mumyoi?” Enishi called in annoyance.
“Up here, boss.” came a voice from the building ventilation.
“Apparently he’s shy.” Enishi chuckled.
“Hey!” the voice of Yatsume yelled. “I’m not shy! I’ll kill you for saying that!”
“Oh, well.” Enishi said with a shrug. “Now, who will be the first to be eliminated?”
“Ooh!” Banjin said, raising his hand. “Let me go first!”
Enishi sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, “Fine, go ahead.”
“I’ll deal with this asshole.” Sano said, smiling, and lightly pounding his fist into the palm of his other hand.
“Hah! You look like a fucking rooster!” Banjin laughed. “What can you do?”
“Let’s fight, and you’ll see.”
“Then let’s get started!”
To Be Continued...
Chapter 17: “Destined For War”
Misao could only watch though her eyes, trapped in the back of her mind. When she saw Aoshi was going to battle with her, or rather, Enishi, she frantically tried to fight her way out of her imprisonment. With no avail, Misao kept getting blocked with each try.
She could only watch helplessly as Aoshi and herself fought with each other.
OOOOOO
Aoshi was ready with his twin kodachi at his side. Misao, with her kunai already in her hand, threw the small daggers at the stolid man, with which Aoshi made a simple swing with one kodachi, and all the kunai fell to the ground.
Misao’s face contorted into the cute pout look she sometimes used, and stated, “No wonder I never used kunai; they’re too easy to deflect.”
Aoshi, his face void of all emotion, stared at Misao. She was his wife, but at the same time, she was not. How was he going to defeat his wife without harming her?
“Well, I suppose it’s for the best.” Misao/Enishi stated with a shrug of the shoulders. “Here I come!”
Misao rushed at Aoshi at incredibly rapid speed, but Aoshi was prepared for it, so he crossed his kodachi in an x-like mark. Misao used one of her power kicks, and kicked the x-like twin kodachi, which sent Aoshi back, but not far.
Misao landed on her feet, her head tilted to the side in curiosity. Why had the girl’s power kick not worked? From the review of her memories, the power kick usually did work on most opponents the girl faced.
“I know all of Misao’s fighting techniques,” Aoshi explained, as if he could hear Enishi’s questions. “I’m the one who taught her most of the fighting styles she uses, so naturally, I know how to block them.”
Misao smiled evilly, which, from Aoshi’s viewpoint, did not look good on her pretty face.
“That’s fine,” Misao said, crouching down into a fighting stance that Aoshi had not seen his wife do. “I’ll just use some of my own techniques.”
Misao’s legs were bent into a crouching position, the left foot straight, and the right leg slightly bent away, to the right of the body, and the foot in perfect position with the said leg. Her right arm was straight forward, palm and fingers straight up with the thumb slightly bent, but still perfectly in line with the palm. The left hand was bent in perfect formation, close to the breast, and the left hand was open in a claw-like similarity.
Aoshi did not know what to make of this unusual fighting stance, which seemed to stress both defense and offence. The only conclusion that came up from his mile-long book of knowledge was that it was somehow Chinese Kung Fu, and Japanese Karate.
“You ki tells me you’re a bit perplexed at this stance,” Misao/Enishi stated. “Why don’t you attack me and find out what this stance is all about?”
Aoshi was not a simple minded person; he was, rather, a tactical genius and was not one to simply rush into battle. However, since he was unfamiliar with the fighting stance, he had to test it, so his mind could begin to process the patterns of the defenses and offences.
Aoshi, using the blunt side of his kodachis, rushed forward, one kodachi ready to come down on Misao’s shoulder, and the other kodachi behind him for a second strike.
Misao, using her right hand, which stressed defense, brought her arm up, her wrist connecting with the sensitive wrist part of Aoshi’s arm. Aoshi brought the second kodachi forward for another strike; Misao, using the same right hand, smacked the ninja leader’s second attack away, leaving him wide open and vulnerable for a split second.
Yet, in the split second, Misao’s left claw-like hand came out at an unbelievable speed, hit Aoshi’s chest with the lower palm, and the fingers closed around his clothing. Misao used force and speed to bring Aoshi down, but before he hit the ground, backside first, Misao’s left leg shot forward, connected with Aoshi’s lower back, and then she let the ninja fall to the ground.
After Aoshi landed hard on his back, Misao used her right hand, that she used for defense, brought it down in a karate-like chopping movement smack on Aoshi’s chest.
Aoshi jumped back on his feet, and Misao jumped away. Now the tactical genius side of Aoshi’s brain started working, figuring out patterns of the fight, and how to use defense against it.
“Ready to go again?” Misao/Enishi asked in a taunting manner, crouching down into the same position again.
Aoshi said nothing, just got into fighting position, his twin kodachi blades still at his side, but raised upward this time. He rushed at Misao, and the young woman once again used her right hand for defense, hitting Aoshi’s attacks out of the way with her wrist.
Only Aoshi kicked Misao’s left offense arm away using his right leg, brought the same leg down on her shoulder, jumped up, using his left leg, and sweep kicked her with the same leg, and used the same left leg to break her fall when they landed on the ground.
Aoshi raised the kodachi in his right hand, and brought the blade down to Misao’s throat.
OOOOO
“That should do it.” Dr. Megumi Takani said, pleased with her work as she bandaged the hand of the person she was treating. “How did you injure this hand again?”
“Futae no Kiwami practice.”
Megumi shook her head.
“You men and your karate obsessions.”
“It’s not obsession.” Sanosuke said, rather offended. “It’s an art.”
“A violent art.” Megumi countered, tying the bandages rather too snug. “This ‘futae no kiwami’ caused damage to your proximal interphalangeal joint, which then causes damage to your proximal phalanx.”
“I have no idea what you just said.” Sano said, scratching his head.
“It means,” Megumi explained with an irritated tone. “You can’t use this ‘futae no kiwami’ with your right hand any longer.”
“Well, that sucks; I’m right handed!”
“Then you’ll have to use your left hand to sign these forms.” Megumi stated, holding up forms for billing.
“Uh, I seemed to have left my pen at home. Heh.” Sano informed with a smile, and a hand rubbing the back of his head.
Megumi glared at Sano before saying, “You can’t pay for the bill, can you?”
“Iie.”
“......”
With a sigh, Megumi put the forms away with a shrug of her shoulders. “Just don’t make it a habit of coming here for free treatment.”
“Don’t worry, as sure as I pay my restaurant tabs, I’ll pay for my medical bills!”
“Why am I not reassured?”
Suddenly, a group of people outside the window caught Sano’s eye, and he quickly got up, and thanked Megumi as he headed out the door.
Megumi wondered what caught Sano’s interest, so she followed him outside, only to see the one group that kept getting into trouble, and coming to her and her parents’ hospital.
“You people again?” Megumi scolded, placing her hands on her waist. “It’s not enough for you to bother me at my hospital, but now you have to bother me at my clinic?”
“We’re sorry.” the young woman with the crystal blue eyes and jet black hair said.
“We’re in his custody.” the red haired man said, pointing to Kyoto’s Chief of Police.
“Actually, they came for my help.” the man, Saitou, said, finishing his cigarette. “It seems they need all the help they can get just to kill one person.”
“Actually, he’s a demon,” Soujiro stated. “And he’s the one causing all this trouble.”
Megumi blanched. “You know, I have a full-time psychiatrist in my clinic if you want to see him today; we can fit in a couple of walk-ins.” The doctor informed, pointing to the main entrance of her building.
“You mean that guy with the white hair?” Sano asked, and everyone turned to him, surprised.
“How did you know about him?” Kaoru asked.
“I saw that guy fighting him one time.” Sano answered, pointing to Kenshin. “So, there’s gonna be a fight?”
“Hai.” Kaoru answered. “The biggest one of our lifetime.”
“Great!” Sano said, excitedly, one hand a fist, and he punched his other hand’s palm lightly. “Count me in!”
“We don’t need more idiots in our group.” Saitou said, glaring at the street fighter.
“Then you should leave the group.” Kenshin said, and Saitou glared at him.
“Are you sure you can fight?” Yahiko asked, looking Sano up and down.
“I saved your ass that one time, remember?” Sano pointed out. “Besides, you all live at the Aoiya, right?”
The group, save for Saitou, nodded.
“Then think of this as my way of paying back my tab at that restaurant!”
“Oh, that’s why I wasn’t reassured.” Megumi muttered to herself.
“Actually,” Kaoru said to Sano. “We could use your help, so you’re welcomed into our group. Now, we have to go face Enishi.”
As the group was leaving, Megumi called out to Sano, “I told you not to use your right hand!”
“It’s okay,” Sano said with a smile. “I’ll just be back for treatment.”
“I said no more free treatments!”
“I’ll pay you back somehow.” Sano said, and he winked at Megumi before he turned to catch up with the rest of the group.
OOOOOOO
“You won’t kill her, will you?” Misao/Enishi asked, Aoshi’s kodachi blade pressed against her throat, though not with enough pressure to split the skin.
Aoshi narrowed his eyes and got up to his feet as Misao did the same. They stood a few feet away, Aoshi thinking of what to do. Of course he would not kill his wife, but that does not mean Enishi would not kill him through Misao.
“Then let’s go again.” Misao said and attacked Aoshi.
Aoshi defended himself, and only attacked when he knew it would not harm Misao. Punches and kicks were thrown, blocked, reposition, and attack again.
Misao stopped, exertion taking all energy out of her. When the puppet is exhausted, the puppeteer cannot continue. The conscious of Misao knew what was going on with her body, and Aoshi knew as well.
“She cannot continue, Enishi.” Aoshi said, watching his wife pant, a hand to her heart.
“What a weak girl she is.”
“Iie, Misao is strong.” Aoshi stated with confidence.
“Then let’s test that.”
Misao attacked, although it was not with as much energy as Enishi would have liked. However, he was able to make her land quite a few painful blows, and Aoshi, tired, did not realize until it was too late, that he used the sharp side of his kodachi.
Misao blocked the blow with her left arm; however, it still left a nasty wound. Aoshi cursed himself for not using better thinking when he acted for offense. It was not a life-threatening wound; however, it was still deep enough to probably need stitches.
Misao looked at the wound, and then back at Aoshi.
“Well, you finally got the courage to strike her. I commend you; but, what’re you going to do? Wound her until her body gives out? If you do that, you’ll kill the baby she carries in her womb.”
Aoshi’s eyes widened.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” Misao/Enishi asked innocently, even though he knew the answer from scanning Misao’s memories. “Your wife is with child. You know its true, though a demon I am, you know deep down that I speak the truth, don’t you?”
Aoshi did know that Enishi spoke the truth about Misao’s pregnancy, but with everything going on, he did not have time to add up the symptoms, or perhaps he was subconsciously ignoring it.
Damnit! Aoshi cursed. How was he going to fight Misao now? The whole situation kept getting worse. Aoshi inhaled slowly, and prepared for another attack.
Though it was the usual stance, the attack was different. Instead of using her right hand for defense, Misao grabbed Aoshi’s left arm, grabbed the same arm with her left hand, twisted, and a sickening snap was heard. The ninja had not choice but to drop his second kodachi, which Misao quickly grabbed and jumped away from him.
“Thanks for the weapon.” Misao/Enishi said, pretending to inspect the blade. “We can have a real fight now.”
Aoshi’s left arm was twisted, definitely broken, and could now only fight with his right arm. His left arm throbbed in pain like heartbeats. The ninja leader grabbed his broken arm with his right hand, twisted it back into place, however, still broken.
Aoshi picked his kodachi back up, and said, “Let’s continue again.”
Enishi was thoroughly confused; maybe he underestimated the warrior. Maybe humans were not as weak as he originally thought. Yet, if this man was not fighting to harm the girl he possessed, what was his purpose for continuing to fight?
Aoshi nodded towards Misao, and she attacked, each throw with a kodachi only resulted in a block. Blades clanged together, sparks flew, and yet not one blow could the other land.
Then, Enishi saw his opportunity; Aoshi was semi-opened, and he made Misao thrust forward with the kodachi.
Aoshi kicked something upward, and Enishi could see the twin kodachi sheath in front of the kodachi blade with the ninja’s name on it. Yet, the blade broke through the sheath, and embedded itself in Aoshi’s chest.
Misao, locked up in the back of her mind, saw the whole incident, and saw the kodachi blade strike Aoshi’s chest, and saw him fall to the ground, unmoving.
Aoshi! Misao cried out, but it was in her mind. She felt a desperation arise in herself; she need to go to Aoshi, but Enishi prevented her from doing so.
A raw, spiritual power exploded from Misao, more blinding than any sun could have been, and she felt herself being thrust forward at a rapid rate, and back into her own body.
“AOSHI!!!!” Misao screamed, no longer possessed by Enishi.
She ran forward towards her fallen love, blood soaking the grass, and the kodachi that struck him laid by his side. Misao kneeled by her husband, cradling his head in one arm, and the other hand pressed against the wound. Tears flowed down her face, and dripped onto his face.
Suddenly, Misao felt a hand on her face, brushing her tears away. She opened her eyes to see Aoshi was the one she felt.
“Aoshi...” Misao whispered, her bottom lip trembling. “I thought... You were...”
“No,” Aoshi explained. “A little wounded, but not dead.”
Aoshi sat up, opened his top gi, and inspected the wound. It was not life-threatening at all; in fact, the wound stopped bleeding.
“How...?” Misao asked in disbelief.
“I kicked up my sheath at the last minute, and that cut back on the amount of power Enishi’s attack would’ve had.”
“Even then, Aoshi, you should’ve been killed.”
Aoshi looked at Misao for a minute before he said, while moving his formally broken. “Your spiritual powers can be used for destruction and for healing. You just haven’t quite mastered them yet, but you’re progressing rapidly.”
Misao opened and closed her mouth several times, fresh tears developing in her eyes. “I-I was so scared of loosing you...”
“I felt the same way when you almost gave your life for me, stepping in the way of a weapon. Only I don’t have spiritually healing powers. Now let’s catch up with the rest of the group, and you’re still not fighting.”
“Naze?”
Aoshi raised a scolding eyebrow at Misao.
“I know you’re pregnant now, so don’t you think that’s a good enough excuse?”
Misao smiled nervously before replying, “So, how do you feel about the news?”
“I’ll be happy about it when this whole mess is over.” Aoshi said, although his lips sported a rapidly growing smile on his face.
Misao giggled, and they quickly went on their way towards the rest of the group.
OOOOOO
The force of Misao’s spiritual powers caused Enishi to not only loose control, but also to be blasted away from standing position, and smack into the furthest wall.
Enishi let out a stream of curses, rubbing the back of his head. He quickly got to his feet and dusted himself off right when Akira walked inside.
“Enishi-sama,” Akira said. “Battousai and his group have arrived.”
“Good,” Enishi said with a smirk. “Now I can have fun again.”
Enishi walked outside with Akira by his side.
“Oh, stupid ones,” he greeted. “Have you come to finish our war? If so, then let the first challenger step forward and face me.”
Kaoru was about to step forward, but Kenshin beat her to it.
“You have to open up the gates of hell.” Kenshin said to Kaoru. “Do that while the rest of us will hold Enishi off.”
“But if I do, then you’ll go back, too.”
“Just do it, Kaoru!” Kenshin yelled, and turned back to Enishi without another look at the goddess.
“Well, six against one? That’s not fair, but I think I can rectify that.” Enishi said, and then called each of his demonic companions to him.
“Gein.”
Gein was a huge guy with a wide grinning mouth, fat belly, and just had a stupid look about him.
“Hyogo Kujiranami.”
Hyogo was another huge man with one arm a cannon, and the rest was not much.
“Otowa Hyoko.”
Otowa was a feminine looking man, and something that looked like spider legs were hooked to his back.
“Banjin.”
Banjin was a western-looking military man, long locks, camouflage clothing and all.
“Yatsume Mumyoi.”
No one came out.
“Yatsume Mumyoi?” Enishi called in annoyance.
“Up here, boss.” came a voice from the building ventilation.
“Apparently he’s shy.” Enishi chuckled.
“Hey!” the voice of Yatsume yelled. “I’m not shy! I’ll kill you for saying that!”
“Oh, well.” Enishi said with a shrug. “Now, who will be the first to be eliminated?”
“Ooh!” Banjin said, raising his hand. “Let me go first!”
Enishi sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, “Fine, go ahead.”
“I’ll deal with this asshole.” Sano said, smiling, and lightly pounding his fist into the palm of his other hand.
“Hah! You look like a fucking rooster!” Banjin laughed. “What can you do?”
“Let’s fight, and you’ll see.”
“Then let’s get started!”
To Be Continued...