Tales of a Wandering Swordsman
a spamfic by Dot
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	In the chaos of the Civil War, many great and terrible legends
arose.  One such legend bore the name "Hitokiri Battousai", the
lightning-quick assassin who lived up to his reputation with frightening
efficiency.  It was said that he could kill you before you even realized
that you were dead.  His mere name struck fear in the hearts of all the
people, and it was to him that future assassins look as their inspiration.

	And yet, when the new government finally seized power, he
disappeared without a trace...


	A man walked down the quiet streets of the Western Capitol, the
wind stirring his pale lavender hair.

	'Ten years...things have changed, and yet they have remained
the same...' Unconciously, he reached up to touch the cross scar on
his left cheek.

	"HITOKIRI BATTOUSAI!"

	He ducked under the rush of air that came with the battle cry.
'Aw, cripes, not again...' he turned around to see a young lady weilding a 
bo, her long hair held back by a orange bandana.  "Oro?"

	"You can't fool me!" She declared.  "Nobody but a killer would walk
around wearing a sword!"

	"Oh, this de gozaru ka?" He unsheathed the sword for her to see.

	Her eyes widened.  "What the...a reverse blade?"

	He smiled.  "It seems that we have a misunderstanding de gozaru." He 
patted her head.  "Don't worry, I forgive you."

	She replied by whacking him solidly across the head.

	Stars floated through his vision.  "Orooooo..."

	"Oh! I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, helping him up.

	"It's okay de gozaru," he answered, both for her sake and his own.  
He tried to stand straight, but he was failing miserably.  A nasty looking 
bump began to rise.

	The young woman wrung her hands.  "I didn't mean to hit _that_ 
hard...what am I gonna do?" Her eyes lit up.  "I know!"

	"Oro!" The man protested as he was grabbed by the collar and dragged.

	"Be quiet and let me take you home!"

	"But I can't breathe de gozaru..."


	The young woman put the finishing touches on bandaging the man.
"There."

	"Thank you de gozaru." the man rubbed his head.  'She did it all 
wrong...'

	"By means of an apology, I'm going to let you stay at my house for
a while!"

	The man facefaulted.  "Oro?"

	"Don't 'oro' me! You don't have any other place to stay, do you?"

	"Well, no..."

	"Then it's settled!" The young woman stuck out her hand.  "I'm
Son Pan.  What's your name?"

	'No one asked me my name before...' The man smiled, his blue eyes
glittering, and took her hand.  "Trunks.  Trunks Briefs."
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You saw that coming, right? <ducks> :)
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