Feudal Honor by Chibi Washuu Chapter 3 ______________________________________________________________________________ A Ronin Warriors/Yoroiden Samurai Troopers Story No new words in this chapter!!! Ha!! (Well, except for the kanji, which are from the JAPANESE series, so don't flame me for having Sage's kanji wrong, cuz it's RIGHT!!!) *ahem* Now then, on to ***** "It’s done." Koma stood on the cliff, watching the burning Sendai. "So the great Date Masamune is finally dead," he said, sadness touching his voice. General Date Masamune had been an idol for him and now that he was gone, and his line with him... he said a silent prayer to the kami that guided souls to the Land of the Ancestors. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to face Ryo. "It had to be done, Koma-chan. I was bound by contract." "I know. I understand." He faced the city again. "Another great family name will rise and take the place of the Date." "Hai. Of that I am sure." Ryo smiled. "But by then I’m sure I shall be watching my grandsons from the Land of the Ancestors by then, laughing at their foolish mistakes as I’m sure both my parents and the rest of my family are doing to me." Koma chuckled. "You’re probably right." "Will you be returning to the temple?" "As soon as possible. I must contact Kujuurou Sasaki-sama and tell him that the job is done." The job is done. The words echoed in Ryo’s mind like a bad dream come back to haunt him. It was like a stone had formed in the pit of his stomach. ‘But why?’ he thought in near panic. ‘I’m not unused to killing! I’ve done nothing wrong!’ His stomach turned and he groaned, dropping to one knee. "Ryo-kun?" Ryo barely heard Koma say his name for the blood pounding in his ears. ‘What’s...wrong with me?’ His mind searched frantically for answers, but came up with none. All he knew was the burning pain on his forehead. He had treated the slice wound, but it could not have gotten infected so quickly, even if he hadn’t. "Jin." The word was whispered on the wind as it blew softly past, and as suddenly as the pain had appeared, it vanished. "Jin," the trees murmured. Koma didn’t know what to do. The look of horror on his friend’s face was frightening. "Did you hear that?" Ryo’s voice was barely a whisper. "Hear what?" Ryo shook his head as if to clear it. "Nothing. C’mon. Let’s get back to camp." * * * Seiji didn’t know which way to go. He was at a crossroads; he could go straight, turn left or right, or he could go back. He looked behind him to see the burning city. He would not go back. Whatever else he did, he would never go back. "Rei." Seiji looked around, but saw no one. The light of a single candle nearly blinded him. Wincing, he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in a one-room hut, plain, but elegant in its own way. He groaned as the full force of his headache hit him. "Don’t try to move, Seiji-sama," an old woman said. She knelt beside Seiji and gently probed the base of his neck. He took a sharp breath as her fingers came in contact with his collarbone. "That hurt?" Her fingers traced the bone gently to avoid further pain to him. Only then did Seiji notice that the old woman was blind. "The bone’s not broken, Master Seiji, but a pressure point was struck so you will have a headache for a while." "How long have I been out?" "Almost half an hour," another voice, a man, said. He handed a vial to the old blind woman, who held it until the man guided her hand to the young samurai’s lips. Seiji drank deeply and nearly choked on the revolting syrup. "What is that?" "A tonic to help heal your bruises. My husband tells me they are the only physical wounds you have." Seiji made a face, but finished off the tonic. "What’s happened since I’ve been unconscious?" The old woman hung her head. "So many questions, some I am sorry to answer. I have been told that Lord Date Masamune and the Lady Date are dead. Poisoned. I’m terribly sorry, Seiji-sama, we share your loss." "Damn ninja," Seiji murmured, his hands clenching into tight fists of rage. "Damn it, I’ll kill him. If I have to search all of Nippon, I will find and kill him!" "You cannot leave yet, Master Seiji," the old man said sternly. "Not until your wounds have healed." The young samurai sighed and drifted back into a fitful sleep. Once again he stood at the crossroads. He looked down each path carefully, trying to determine which was the correct one. Each seemed to double back to the place where he stood now. "So where do I go?" he asked no one in particular. "Which way? Ancestors, Mother, Grandfather, guide me, please." A breeze ruffled his blonde hair, whispering. "Rei." The sunlight that had been delightfully warm on his face began to grow uncomfortable. He shielded his eyes to no avail; the light continued to burn into him. The searing pain centered at his forehead and spread outward. But as suddenly as the pain had come, it was gone. Seiji blinked, slightly dazed by what had happened. Then, he noticed a path he hadn't seen before. It was more of an animal path than anything, leading deep into the forest. There, well hidden but still present, was a pair of very familiar blue eyes, surrounded by an odd red aura. "There," Seiji whispered. "This is my path."
See, ShadowMoon? I didn't kill Seiji-sama. He will have his revenge... To everyone else, PLEASE R&R!!! No reviews are BAD reviews!! So be nice, please! ~~Chibi Washuu
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