The antique dealer frowned at the strange sensation as it began - a
roiling non-scream just past the edge of hearing that got into his skull and
began to claw at his mind.   
    He quickly decided that coming to japan had been a mistake.
     
    His name is Duncan McCloud.

    It took him almost no time at all to head back into the antique's shop
he was only now opening and retreive his sword, but still the queasy
disturbance had grown much 'loouder' in that time, as it's source grew closer.

    Born 400 years ago in the highlands of Scotland, he is Immortal.
  
    It was both like and unlike the sensation of an aproaching immortal.
    And much louder.

    He cannot be killed unless you take his head, and for four centuries he
has fought with others of his kind, waiting for the day of the gathering to
arrive.

    The back door swong open as Duncan's skull began to pound with the noise
of it, and with the now nearly blinding pain he almost ran into his oponent
- a slender japanses teanager with mad lavender eyes, who instantly brought
an impossibly ornate two handed sword to bear on Duncan.

    He is the Highlander.

    Duncan quickly brought up his guard, countering the boy.  Inwardly he
was snarling...his vacation had just gone straight to hell.  "I am Duncan
Mccloud of the clan McCloud, and I have no quarrel with you boy!"

    And the Day of the Gathering - Promised since the beginning of time - is
here.

    The boy smiled as he moved casually forward, and as their blades
crossed, he had only one thing to say.
"I am Kamui.  And you are dead.".


                       X-1999/Highlander:Promised Day