Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Valentine's Day ❯ The Return ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Firestar 
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 517 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 517 | Status: Completed
Valentine's Day: The Return
Firestar
Disclaimer: In case people haven't figured this out already, the Ronin Warriors aren't mine. I just take a perverse
pleasure in making them suffer a little bit.
***************************
Kauyra was sitting in her private garden meditating when the staff leaning against the wall began
to chime softly and a faint glow started to emanate from its slender length. The young woman glanced up
in startlement, it had been quite some time since the staff had been active. Frowning faintly, she climbed
to her feet and walked over to it, taking it in her hands and allowing it to pull her into a trance.
After a few moments she heard a voice speaking quietly, calling out to her through the staff's magic.
Kauyra allowed her eyes to fly open in suprise, but quickly closed them in concentration. It was one of the
Ronins using his armor to contact her. He sounded desperate, and she knew the situation had to be grave
indeed for one of the Ronins to actually initiate contact with the Nether Realm. They'd never quite gotten over
their uneasiness with their former enemies.
The communication lasted for several long moments and Kauyra's face grew graver and graver.
Finally, as the glow faded, Kauyra opened her eyes once more. A hint of wetness caught the bright sunlight,
and it appeared to trickled down her cheek.
"We owe you Ryo. We'll do all we can," came the whispered vow and suddenly Kauyra was in
motion, dashing out of the garden and into the long corridor of the castle. She wasn't about to attempt this
alone.
**************************
Sage woke slowly, reluctant to face the new day. He lay in the bed for a long time, trying to shut
out the world and its sorrows. Eventually, however, he noticed the lack of warmth by his side. Nowadays,
Ryo NEVER got out of bed before the blonde swordsman. With that thought firmly in mind, Sage shot upright,
flinging off the light blanket and scrambling for some clothes. Something was definitely not right.
After managaing to locate a pair of pants, Sage was heading down the stairs, calling for his missing
lover. Searching more and more frantically, he finally entered the kitchen and located a piece of paper sitting
on the table. A brief note was scrawled on it in Rowen's hand. Sage picked up the paper in disbelief, and his
hand, seemingly of its own will, clenched tightly around it. The Ronin of Halo lifted his head slowly and stared
out the window towards the newly risen sun and the direction in which his friends had gone. A fury was
building behind his violet eyes. It gained in intensity, burning its way through him. They had no right to make
decisions like this without him. They had no right to take his love away from his side. And they had no RIGHT
to spirit Ryo away and entrust him to the brutal hands of former warlords.
**************************
Rowen, Kento, and Cye walked home slowly, reluctant to face what they knew waited for them
back at the house. An angry Sage was not something to be messed with.
Cye kicked at a tuff of grass anxiously. "Guys, are you sure we did the right thing? Should we
have left Ryo alone with them?"
Rowen glanced up from the ground he had been so steadfastly staring at. "We didn't really have
a choice, Cye. We had to find some way to help Ryo, and the only way I could think of to do that was to get
him fighting again. He feels so useless right now, and I'm hoping the warlords can change that."
Cye nodded his head thoughtfully and then looked over at Kento. "What do you think?" Kento
was silent for a moment and then looked both of his friends gravely. "I think Ryo's the least of our problems.
We've still got Sage to face."
**************************
Sweat dripped from his hair, running along his cheeks and into his sightless eyes. Scrapes and bruises
covered his knees and the palms of his hands. From the first bewildering moment of his awakening, he'd been
forced to stumble through the once familiar and basic excersises that used to be such an important part of
his life. There'd been no breaks, no concessions for his blindness. Indeed, the warlords treated him as if
nothing had happened at all and were training him like any other warrior. Hence the scrapes and bruises.
It seemed as if every stone and tree root deliberately reached up from the ground and latched onto his feet.
He did have a few things to be grateful for, however. Such as the fact that Sage had completely
healed his other injuries several weeks ago and he'd had time to regain a bit of strength. And the warlords
DID take time out to teach him how to work a move differently so that it was possible for him to practice
without falling flat on his face all the time.
So, even though this seemed like pure torture, he felt alive for the first time in weeks. As a matter of fact,
he- THWACK!
Ryo was jolted out of his ill-placed reverie by the impact of a practice blade to his unprotected side.
"Concentrate, Wildfire. You, more than anybody, should know not to let your mind wander on the battlefield."
"Yeah, I know, but how am I supposed to block your attacks, Dais? It's not like I can see them
coming." Sehkment snorted contemptously. "Are you telling me, Wildfire, that the entire time you were fighting
Talpa, you relied ONLY on your sight? How pathetic. A true warrior should have mastered ALL of his senses
to gain every trace of an advantage."
Ryo straightened his sagging shoulders, stung by the insult. "I managed well enough against YOU
guys, didn't I?"
Even without out his eyes, Ryo could sense the glare burning a hole through his head. "Try it again.
And this time I will not pull my blow."
Several exhausting hours later Ryo lay flat on his back, trying not to jostle his exceedingly sore
muscles. But even as he ached in every bone in his body, he was mentally laying out the task of destroying
the last remnants of the Dynasty and of getting the Ronin Warriors back into fighting form. Ryo Sanada,
bearer of the Wildfire and Inferno armors and the Ronin of Virtue, was back. Now all he had to do was learn
how to fight.
Firestar
Disclaimer: In case people haven't figured this out already, the Ronin Warriors aren't mine. I just take a perverse
pleasure in making them suffer a little bit.
***************************
Kauyra was sitting in her private garden meditating when the staff leaning against the wall began
to chime softly and a faint glow started to emanate from its slender length. The young woman glanced up
in startlement, it had been quite some time since the staff had been active. Frowning faintly, she climbed
to her feet and walked over to it, taking it in her hands and allowing it to pull her into a trance.
After a few moments she heard a voice speaking quietly, calling out to her through the staff's magic.
Kauyra allowed her eyes to fly open in suprise, but quickly closed them in concentration. It was one of the
Ronins using his armor to contact her. He sounded desperate, and she knew the situation had to be grave
indeed for one of the Ronins to actually initiate contact with the Nether Realm. They'd never quite gotten over
their uneasiness with their former enemies.
The communication lasted for several long moments and Kauyra's face grew graver and graver.
Finally, as the glow faded, Kauyra opened her eyes once more. A hint of wetness caught the bright sunlight,
and it appeared to trickled down her cheek.
"We owe you Ryo. We'll do all we can," came the whispered vow and suddenly Kauyra was in
motion, dashing out of the garden and into the long corridor of the castle. She wasn't about to attempt this
alone.
**************************
Sage woke slowly, reluctant to face the new day. He lay in the bed for a long time, trying to shut
out the world and its sorrows. Eventually, however, he noticed the lack of warmth by his side. Nowadays,
Ryo NEVER got out of bed before the blonde swordsman. With that thought firmly in mind, Sage shot upright,
flinging off the light blanket and scrambling for some clothes. Something was definitely not right.
After managaing to locate a pair of pants, Sage was heading down the stairs, calling for his missing
lover. Searching more and more frantically, he finally entered the kitchen and located a piece of paper sitting
on the table. A brief note was scrawled on it in Rowen's hand. Sage picked up the paper in disbelief, and his
hand, seemingly of its own will, clenched tightly around it. The Ronin of Halo lifted his head slowly and stared
out the window towards the newly risen sun and the direction in which his friends had gone. A fury was
building behind his violet eyes. It gained in intensity, burning its way through him. They had no right to make
decisions like this without him. They had no right to take his love away from his side. And they had no RIGHT
to spirit Ryo away and entrust him to the brutal hands of former warlords.
**************************
Rowen, Kento, and Cye walked home slowly, reluctant to face what they knew waited for them
back at the house. An angry Sage was not something to be messed with.
Cye kicked at a tuff of grass anxiously. "Guys, are you sure we did the right thing? Should we
have left Ryo alone with them?"
Rowen glanced up from the ground he had been so steadfastly staring at. "We didn't really have
a choice, Cye. We had to find some way to help Ryo, and the only way I could think of to do that was to get
him fighting again. He feels so useless right now, and I'm hoping the warlords can change that."
Cye nodded his head thoughtfully and then looked over at Kento. "What do you think?" Kento
was silent for a moment and then looked both of his friends gravely. "I think Ryo's the least of our problems.
We've still got Sage to face."
**************************
Sweat dripped from his hair, running along his cheeks and into his sightless eyes. Scrapes and bruises
covered his knees and the palms of his hands. From the first bewildering moment of his awakening, he'd been
forced to stumble through the once familiar and basic excersises that used to be such an important part of
his life. There'd been no breaks, no concessions for his blindness. Indeed, the warlords treated him as if
nothing had happened at all and were training him like any other warrior. Hence the scrapes and bruises.
It seemed as if every stone and tree root deliberately reached up from the ground and latched onto his feet.
He did have a few things to be grateful for, however. Such as the fact that Sage had completely
healed his other injuries several weeks ago and he'd had time to regain a bit of strength. And the warlords
DID take time out to teach him how to work a move differently so that it was possible for him to practice
without falling flat on his face all the time.
So, even though this seemed like pure torture, he felt alive for the first time in weeks. As a matter of fact,
he- THWACK!
Ryo was jolted out of his ill-placed reverie by the impact of a practice blade to his unprotected side.
"Concentrate, Wildfire. You, more than anybody, should know not to let your mind wander on the battlefield."
"Yeah, I know, but how am I supposed to block your attacks, Dais? It's not like I can see them
coming." Sehkment snorted contemptously. "Are you telling me, Wildfire, that the entire time you were fighting
Talpa, you relied ONLY on your sight? How pathetic. A true warrior should have mastered ALL of his senses
to gain every trace of an advantage."
Ryo straightened his sagging shoulders, stung by the insult. "I managed well enough against YOU
guys, didn't I?"
Even without out his eyes, Ryo could sense the glare burning a hole through his head. "Try it again.
And this time I will not pull my blow."
Several exhausting hours later Ryo lay flat on his back, trying not to jostle his exceedingly sore
muscles. But even as he ached in every bone in his body, he was mentally laying out the task of destroying
the last remnants of the Dynasty and of getting the Ronin Warriors back into fighting form. Ryo Sanada,
bearer of the Wildfire and Inferno armors and the Ronin of Virtue, was back. Now all he had to do was learn
how to fight.