Post by Ssteiny on Feb 1, 2006 22:19:29 GMT -5
notes: OK this is my first fanfic. It's probably shitty, but I don't care. I was bored in humanities. I have the class once a week, 6:00pm-8:45pm. well here goes it..........
When Ryu was fifteen years old his hair was short and square. He was short and a little fluffy. Ryu-san had no friends. He spent most of his time alone, for he naturally enjoyed his own company. You could describe him as the day dreamer sitting in the back corner of the class room.
Ryu-san always wandered alone through the streets of Funbari. He felt as if he was searching for a better place to go, a place where he belonged. The "best place." He always returned home unfulfilled. He wondered endlessly where was the "best place," for he had not yet realized it existed within himself.
Ryu-san was walking alone on the outskirts of Funbari when he noticed a bmx gang riding around an abandoned inn. He became very tense as he approached.
"Please, don't let them notice me. I just want to be left alone. I don't want any trouble with them. Shit, the leader is walking to wards me. Why do they hate me?"
Without saying a word the leader punched Ryu-san in the throat.
"That was too low," thought Ryu as he fell to the ground.
"Don't cry."
He began to feel uneasy as if death was quietly approaching. A punch to the throat can be deadly indeed. But something awoke inside of Ryu-san. He used to take martial arts classes, but it's been years since he stopped. His body began to act without his mind's control. He rolled over to his side and smashed his heel into the Bmx leader's shin. Breaking the boy's leg at the knee Ryu rolled over the boy's leg and began striking the boy with his elbows and fists as he rolled. Finally when he was face to face with the boy he spat on his face.
"What have I done? What am I? Am I a monster?"
Ryu should not have just sat there trying to analyze himself. There is no time for that in a fight. The rest of the boys came and began to beat the life out of Ryu.
"I am helpless. I am going to die. Where is my hope?"
Fifteen seconds later hope arrived. He heroically rode in on a black Harley. The man's hair stood outwardly erect a foot and a half in front of his head. He wore a black leather vest, black jeans, and strapped to his back was a long handled katana (14 inches) wrapped in red silk, sheathed in a black lacquered saya. The sword had a Miyamoto tsuba, signifying the greatest swordsman in Japanese history.
As quickly as he arrived he swiftly lept off his motorcycle landing in front of Ryu, drew his sword over his shoulder, slicing the hair off of three of the boys' heads. Other boys ran toward him with fists ready to strike. He moved two inches back wards at a 45% degree angle. His holding his sword low and with the flick of his wrists he struck downward, smashing the boys wrist with the back of his excellent blade. They knew there was no chance in hell for them against this man. So they ran away.
The man stood up tall, sheathed his beautiful sword and combed his hair forward.
"I have never seen such a strong man before. Nor have I ever seen such a ridiculously cool hairstyle. He has such calm eyes. His face is full, yet it is still as if he is trying to hide his emotion."
"Who are you?"
"I am [glow=red,2,300]SHINKEN no RYU[/glow]."
[shinken no ryu means the way of the live blade, i think]
(tsuba-sword guard, saya-scabbard)
I hope you enjoy.
When Ryu was fifteen years old his hair was short and square. He was short and a little fluffy. Ryu-san had no friends. He spent most of his time alone, for he naturally enjoyed his own company. You could describe him as the day dreamer sitting in the back corner of the class room.
Ryu-san always wandered alone through the streets of Funbari. He felt as if he was searching for a better place to go, a place where he belonged. The "best place." He always returned home unfulfilled. He wondered endlessly where was the "best place," for he had not yet realized it existed within himself.
Ryu-san was walking alone on the outskirts of Funbari when he noticed a bmx gang riding around an abandoned inn. He became very tense as he approached.
"Please, don't let them notice me. I just want to be left alone. I don't want any trouble with them. Shit, the leader is walking to wards me. Why do they hate me?"
Without saying a word the leader punched Ryu-san in the throat.
"That was too low," thought Ryu as he fell to the ground.
"Don't cry."
He began to feel uneasy as if death was quietly approaching. A punch to the throat can be deadly indeed. But something awoke inside of Ryu-san. He used to take martial arts classes, but it's been years since he stopped. His body began to act without his mind's control. He rolled over to his side and smashed his heel into the Bmx leader's shin. Breaking the boy's leg at the knee Ryu rolled over the boy's leg and began striking the boy with his elbows and fists as he rolled. Finally when he was face to face with the boy he spat on his face.
"What have I done? What am I? Am I a monster?"
Ryu should not have just sat there trying to analyze himself. There is no time for that in a fight. The rest of the boys came and began to beat the life out of Ryu.
"I am helpless. I am going to die. Where is my hope?"
Fifteen seconds later hope arrived. He heroically rode in on a black Harley. The man's hair stood outwardly erect a foot and a half in front of his head. He wore a black leather vest, black jeans, and strapped to his back was a long handled katana (14 inches) wrapped in red silk, sheathed in a black lacquered saya. The sword had a Miyamoto tsuba, signifying the greatest swordsman in Japanese history.
As quickly as he arrived he swiftly lept off his motorcycle landing in front of Ryu, drew his sword over his shoulder, slicing the hair off of three of the boys' heads. Other boys ran toward him with fists ready to strike. He moved two inches back wards at a 45% degree angle. His holding his sword low and with the flick of his wrists he struck downward, smashing the boys wrist with the back of his excellent blade. They knew there was no chance in hell for them against this man. So they ran away.
The man stood up tall, sheathed his beautiful sword and combed his hair forward.
"I have never seen such a strong man before. Nor have I ever seen such a ridiculously cool hairstyle. He has such calm eyes. His face is full, yet it is still as if he is trying to hide his emotion."
"Who are you?"
"I am [glow=red,2,300]SHINKEN no RYU[/glow]."
[shinken no ryu means the way of the live blade, i think]
(tsuba-sword guard, saya-scabbard)
I hope you enjoy.
