Post by phoenixfire on Sept 29, 2005 9:15:14 GMT -5
Rating: Teen
Shiro-Ryu
Chapter #1
“Long ago, in the mythic land of Ancient Japan, where warlords called Shoguns fought for power and control, there lived a man. His name was Kojinji Kaze, a highly respected samurai and legendary archer. Kaze fought many battles but his most esteemed was ‘The Battle of Shiro-Ryu,’ in which he, alone, took on the White Dragon Lord, Jogangu, and successfully slew him. Sadly, this was also Kaze’s last battle, for later that night, the dragon’s eldest son sought revenge on Kaze and ended his life…”
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A young man sat on the floor of an extravagantly furnished room. He was surround by a circle of young children; eager to hear the samurai/storyteller weave tales of the great adventures of warrior’s. The youth hesitated mid-story, seeing a shadow cast on the paper walls, followed by the opening of the sliding door. Upon entering, the person bowed respectfully at the entrance.
“Konnichiwa, Kojinji-san!”
“Konnichiwa,” the youth returned gruffly, nodding to his friend.
“Telling stories of your father again?” Asked the newest edition to the room.
“Hai,” answered the young samurai.
The youth was the only son of Kojinji Kaze, the legendary samurai. His father had been killed when he was only three years summers old and his mother had led him to safety, though she had not escaped the dragon’s ire. Several days later, he had been found by a group of nobles and explained his unfortunate happenings to the warrior group. They brought him back to the palace with them, where he began to train as a samurai. He was Kojinji Bakura (Yes, Yami Bakura), son of Kojinji Kaze, and a powerful samurai.
“Kojinji-san, will you tell us how your father defeated the Shiro-Ryu?” Bakura shook his head; making his white locks fly everywhere.
“Gomen-nasai, children, but I must talk to Ishtar-san, now,” he said, motioning towards the other youth who had entered previously. At this, all the children rose to their feet and bowed out of the room in respect for Bakura and in fear of his companion, Ishtar Malik. Every child in the Shogun’s palace was afraid of Malik because he was “insane” and had violent and rather unexpected mood swings. However, few knew of how Malik had been cursed by a sorceress when he was 10 with the ability of shadow sight, a powerful form of seeing that never failed to drive its host to, and past, the brink of insanity.
“What is it, Malik?” Bakura asked, dropping the formalities while they were alone (Not a Bakura/Malik, although this is a Yaoi).
“I have orders for you to go and greet ‘someone.’”
“And who is this ‘someone’ that you speak of?”
“Well, it seems that one of the nobles found a boy in the forest who claims to be searching for a person that resides in the palace. However, the boy refuses to tell anyone a thing about where he came from and why he is here. From what I’ve gathered, the only thing they could get him to tell was his name, Kokoro Ryou. Furthermore, the Shogun wants you to befriend him in order to obtain information and to keep a close eye on him. He is afraid that the boy could be an assassin, or something.” Bakura chuckled darkly at the notion.
“Very well, I'll play babysitter, anything else?”
“Hai,” Malik said, sporting a rather suspicious grin. “He is staying in your room. I’ll go get him.”
“Nani!” Bakura yelled in shocked surprise but Malik had already left, in search of the new arrival.
"NO ONE STAYS IN MY ROOOOOMMMM!!!!!"
Malik chuckled as he heard Bakura bellow after him down the hallway. He conveniently ignored his friend and went to go find the kid Bakura was babysitting.
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After finding the new kid, Malik made the proper introductions and began to lead him down the hall towards Bakura’s room. He could not help but feel nervous in the presence of the child, well actually teen, since the boy said he was about 16. He looked exactly like Bakura, except…softer and, unlike Bakura’s deadly graceful strides, took small, timid, and almost clumsy steps. Everything about the boy seemed polite and meek, but Malik knew better. His sister was a soothsayer and he was used to the supernatural, not to mention the small amount of mystic blood that ran through his veins due to both heredity and the curse of that witchwoman's curse. Kokoro Ryou gave off odd vibes, to say the least. He looked like he was uncomfortable in his own skin and which only helped to assured Malik of his theory.
‘He’s a secret keeper, that one,’ Malik thought.
“Ishtar-san?” Ryou asked. So silent was his voice that Malik had to lean forward just to hear him.
“Hai?”
“Who is this Bakura that you spoke of? I am too share a room with him, correct?”
“Hai, you will be staying in his room.” He and Ryou had stopped walking and now stood outside Bakura’s sliding door, facing each other. “But do not call him Bakura unless he permits you too. He is a samurai and deserves respect.”
"Not all samurai deserve respect,” Ryou said, looking downcast, all of the sudden.
“Why would you say that?” Malik inquired.
“My father was killed by a samurai, a long time ago.” Ryou looked like he was about to burst into tears but quickly masked it with a happy smile.
‘Poor kid,’ Malik thought.
“Anyway,” Ryou continued. “Now is not the time for remorse. What should I call this samurai friend of yours?” Malik smiled at Ryou, glad for the boy’s cheerfulness, seeing as he would be at a loss of what to do if the Ryou truly had burst into tears.
“Kojinji-san,” Malik answered.
Ryou’s smile dropped and anger and disgust flashed through his eyes, which for a second gleamed red with an insane fire. Malik blinked in surprise, but upon reopening his eyes, Ryou’s sadistic expression had transformed back to his happy smile, his eyes once again chocolate brown and shining kindly.
“I see,” was Ryou’s only reply as he turned towards the paper door.
To be continued....
I made Yami Bakura like children! And I made Ryou mysteriously creepy! OOC!!!
Chapter #2
Bakura's POV
I glared after Malik, practically seething at the thought of having to share MY room. How dare the shogun give him such orders! How was he supposed to protect the kingdom if he was playing caretaker to this child-sized mystery from the forest? For all they knew, the boy could be a demon! The shogun would realize his mistake then, after finding a dead Bakura in the morning.
A shadow cast itself across his door and layers of the mostly white room were cast in shades of grey and he could hear a muffled conversation on the other side of the paper. Well, he might have to take care of the runt but that didn't mean he had to like it.
He plastered a sour look to his face and fixed a glare on the door, which was currently opening to reveal two figures, one familiar and one...enchanting...
Next his devious friend stood the picture of a westerner's legend. What had that sailor from England called them? Sirens? Yes, that's right, a siren, beautiful enough to lure a man at sea overboard and to his death. And what a death it would be!
The lovely being raised up from the traditional bow to grace him with the most divine smile he had ever seen. Now that Bakura could see the boy more clearly, he realized that they did look somewhat alike, though there were drastic differences. The stranger before him had a much softer, feminine appearence and a much younger and kinder face. However, there was something strang in his eyes, deep down in their cores...
(Sorry people! This isn't the end of the chapter but I'm really sick and can not update right now. I just want you to know that this story is still on and I will update as soon as possible)
Shiro-Ryu
Chapter #1
“Long ago, in the mythic land of Ancient Japan, where warlords called Shoguns fought for power and control, there lived a man. His name was Kojinji Kaze, a highly respected samurai and legendary archer. Kaze fought many battles but his most esteemed was ‘The Battle of Shiro-Ryu,’ in which he, alone, took on the White Dragon Lord, Jogangu, and successfully slew him. Sadly, this was also Kaze’s last battle, for later that night, the dragon’s eldest son sought revenge on Kaze and ended his life…”
><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><
A young man sat on the floor of an extravagantly furnished room. He was surround by a circle of young children; eager to hear the samurai/storyteller weave tales of the great adventures of warrior’s. The youth hesitated mid-story, seeing a shadow cast on the paper walls, followed by the opening of the sliding door. Upon entering, the person bowed respectfully at the entrance.
“Konnichiwa, Kojinji-san!”
“Konnichiwa,” the youth returned gruffly, nodding to his friend.
“Telling stories of your father again?” Asked the newest edition to the room.
“Hai,” answered the young samurai.
The youth was the only son of Kojinji Kaze, the legendary samurai. His father had been killed when he was only three years summers old and his mother had led him to safety, though she had not escaped the dragon’s ire. Several days later, he had been found by a group of nobles and explained his unfortunate happenings to the warrior group. They brought him back to the palace with them, where he began to train as a samurai. He was Kojinji Bakura (Yes, Yami Bakura), son of Kojinji Kaze, and a powerful samurai.
“Kojinji-san, will you tell us how your father defeated the Shiro-Ryu?” Bakura shook his head; making his white locks fly everywhere.
“Gomen-nasai, children, but I must talk to Ishtar-san, now,” he said, motioning towards the other youth who had entered previously. At this, all the children rose to their feet and bowed out of the room in respect for Bakura and in fear of his companion, Ishtar Malik. Every child in the Shogun’s palace was afraid of Malik because he was “insane” and had violent and rather unexpected mood swings. However, few knew of how Malik had been cursed by a sorceress when he was 10 with the ability of shadow sight, a powerful form of seeing that never failed to drive its host to, and past, the brink of insanity.
“What is it, Malik?” Bakura asked, dropping the formalities while they were alone (Not a Bakura/Malik, although this is a Yaoi).
“I have orders for you to go and greet ‘someone.’”
“And who is this ‘someone’ that you speak of?”
“Well, it seems that one of the nobles found a boy in the forest who claims to be searching for a person that resides in the palace. However, the boy refuses to tell anyone a thing about where he came from and why he is here. From what I’ve gathered, the only thing they could get him to tell was his name, Kokoro Ryou. Furthermore, the Shogun wants you to befriend him in order to obtain information and to keep a close eye on him. He is afraid that the boy could be an assassin, or something.” Bakura chuckled darkly at the notion.
“Very well, I'll play babysitter, anything else?”
“Hai,” Malik said, sporting a rather suspicious grin. “He is staying in your room. I’ll go get him.”
“Nani!” Bakura yelled in shocked surprise but Malik had already left, in search of the new arrival.
"NO ONE STAYS IN MY ROOOOOMMMM!!!!!"
Malik chuckled as he heard Bakura bellow after him down the hallway. He conveniently ignored his friend and went to go find the kid Bakura was babysitting.
><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><
After finding the new kid, Malik made the proper introductions and began to lead him down the hall towards Bakura’s room. He could not help but feel nervous in the presence of the child, well actually teen, since the boy said he was about 16. He looked exactly like Bakura, except…softer and, unlike Bakura’s deadly graceful strides, took small, timid, and almost clumsy steps. Everything about the boy seemed polite and meek, but Malik knew better. His sister was a soothsayer and he was used to the supernatural, not to mention the small amount of mystic blood that ran through his veins due to both heredity and the curse of that witchwoman's curse. Kokoro Ryou gave off odd vibes, to say the least. He looked like he was uncomfortable in his own skin and which only helped to assured Malik of his theory.
‘He’s a secret keeper, that one,’ Malik thought.
“Ishtar-san?” Ryou asked. So silent was his voice that Malik had to lean forward just to hear him.
“Hai?”
“Who is this Bakura that you spoke of? I am too share a room with him, correct?”
“Hai, you will be staying in his room.” He and Ryou had stopped walking and now stood outside Bakura’s sliding door, facing each other. “But do not call him Bakura unless he permits you too. He is a samurai and deserves respect.”
"Not all samurai deserve respect,” Ryou said, looking downcast, all of the sudden.
“Why would you say that?” Malik inquired.
“My father was killed by a samurai, a long time ago.” Ryou looked like he was about to burst into tears but quickly masked it with a happy smile.
‘Poor kid,’ Malik thought.
“Anyway,” Ryou continued. “Now is not the time for remorse. What should I call this samurai friend of yours?” Malik smiled at Ryou, glad for the boy’s cheerfulness, seeing as he would be at a loss of what to do if the Ryou truly had burst into tears.
“Kojinji-san,” Malik answered.
Ryou’s smile dropped and anger and disgust flashed through his eyes, which for a second gleamed red with an insane fire. Malik blinked in surprise, but upon reopening his eyes, Ryou’s sadistic expression had transformed back to his happy smile, his eyes once again chocolate brown and shining kindly.
“I see,” was Ryou’s only reply as he turned towards the paper door.
To be continued....
I made Yami Bakura like children! And I made Ryou mysteriously creepy! OOC!!!Chapter #2
Bakura's POV
I glared after Malik, practically seething at the thought of having to share MY room. How dare the shogun give him such orders! How was he supposed to protect the kingdom if he was playing caretaker to this child-sized mystery from the forest? For all they knew, the boy could be a demon! The shogun would realize his mistake then, after finding a dead Bakura in the morning.
A shadow cast itself across his door and layers of the mostly white room were cast in shades of grey and he could hear a muffled conversation on the other side of the paper. Well, he might have to take care of the runt but that didn't mean he had to like it.
He plastered a sour look to his face and fixed a glare on the door, which was currently opening to reveal two figures, one familiar and one...enchanting...
Next his devious friend stood the picture of a westerner's legend. What had that sailor from England called them? Sirens? Yes, that's right, a siren, beautiful enough to lure a man at sea overboard and to his death. And what a death it would be!
The lovely being raised up from the traditional bow to grace him with the most divine smile he had ever seen. Now that Bakura could see the boy more clearly, he realized that they did look somewhat alike, though there were drastic differences. The stranger before him had a much softer, feminine appearence and a much younger and kinder face. However, there was something strang in his eyes, deep down in their cores...
(Sorry people! This isn't the end of the chapter but I'm really sick and can not update right now. I just want you to know that this story is still on and I will update as soon as possible)
