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[Team Four] Beneath the Moonless Sky
Hello~ Happy Belated Birthday to shiritori, and Happy Lunar New Year~~ It's my first time joining this game~ Yoroshiku~~ ;D
I wanted to try to follow the additional challenge of writing about the new year but nothing came to mind :< So I decided to write something short, clean and simple for starters!
I've been wanting to write about these two since Takizawa Kabuki 2014~ It's a crossover of Nezumi Edo wo Hashiru and Ninjani Sanjo! Enjoy!~
Dressed in his dark work clothes, Nezumi slipped out of the treasury of an infamous samurai lord completely unseen, blending well into the colors of the night. He knew the police were patrolling the streets on their daily route, so he took to the roofs as soon as he cleared the compounds of the mansion.
Tonight, luck may have been on his side, for he was almost at the edge of the aristocratic quarter and there were no signs of policemen in sight. “Or perhaps, something was up?” his instinct for trouble nagged at him. He was in no rush, so he decided to take a little detour. After all, if he was spotted, he knew he could outrun the police anyway.
Then, a sudden roar pierced the silent night air. It was a battle cry, coming from a nearby corner. The sound was soon followed by the ringing of blades, and then a groan. All too soon, the battle was over. In his curiosity, Nezumi peered over the edge of the roof to the street the battle took place, only in time to catch sight of the defeated’s comrades fleeing the scene with a lone shinobi giving chase.
He looked at the unconscious stranger left behind, and saw another shinobi tying him up. Thankfully the swordsman wasn’t dead, but in this darkness he could not know whether it was the shinobi or the swordsman who was the criminal. Or perhaps it was a clan war amongst equally rotten samurai.
“What are you doing?” Nezumi questioned the shinobi, his habit of meddling kicking in again.
“Who’s there?!” the shinobi gasped, glancing around until he finally found the source. In a spur, the shinobi used a cart resting against a wall as a platform, to launch himself onto the roof Nezumi was on. Nezumi was amazed by the speed of it, and acknowledged the shinobi’s skill.
“You’re pretty good,” he praised the shinobi. He had almost thought the shinobi was a woman from the grace of his poise and the slender build of his body. What threw away his suspicions was the height of the male, as he stood tall with his heels pressed neatly together, and the broad, strong shoulders proudly pushed back. The shinobi was studying him back as well. He rested his gaze on the money box in Nezumi’s arms.
“Could it be, you’re the famed Nezumi-kozo?” a smooth, youthful voice said from behind the navy shinobi mask. He poised for attack. “There’s a large bounty on your head,” he growled before he drew his blade and launched his attack.
Nezumi swerved to the side, and caught his opponent’s blade at the hilt, hands temporarily brushing the youth’s smooth skin, and delivered a sweeping kick to the back of the shinobi’s shins, causing the latter to slip on the slippery shingles.
The youth gasped as released his blade to free his hands so he could break his fall. The shinobi slid dangerously close to the edge of the roof before he could stop himself. He glared at Nezumi.
“What were you doing?” Nezumi repeated, pointing the confiscated blade at the shinobi.
“A shinobi should not reveal his secrets, unless to his master.”
In the distance, the shrill whistle of the police captain interrupted their conversation. The two saw the lights of police lanterns and heard the uproar of their yells, quite obviously chasing a target a few blocks away.
“Hayate!” the shinobi blurted out in worry, running off hurriedly, presumably to save his earlier comrade. Nezumi looked at the shinobi’s blade forgotten in his hands. He considered how the two shinobi had let their ‘prey’ live, merely tying him up and leaving a letter claiming the deed as theirs. So Nezumi concluded that they were probably not bad people. Trusting his gut feeling, he decided to aid their escape.
Nezumi stuck the shinobi’s blade into a slit among the roof tiles, and fished out his imitation police whistle. With a shrill toot, he successfully lured the policemen in the direction of the captured swordsman left forgotten on the street, changing their course of action, giving the duo time to make their escape, and then he disappeared into the night.
--
The next morning when Jirokichi entered his regular soba joint, the place was booming about the recent news of a shinobi duo arresting a famous bandit who was in town harassing people just a day ago. The news was so popular, it almost drowned out the news of Nezumi’s appearance on the same night. Jirokichi thought back about his encounter with one of the two shinobi.
“They might grow into fine men one day,” he hoped, smiling to himself as he ordered a serving of soba to reward the Nezumi for his hard work last night.
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orangegreenlove, gambatte!! :D
I wanted to try to follow the additional challenge of writing about the new year but nothing came to mind :< So I decided to write something short, clean and simple for starters!
I've been wanting to write about these two since Takizawa Kabuki 2014~ It's a crossover of Nezumi Edo wo Hashiru and Ninjani Sanjo! Enjoy!~
Dressed in his dark work clothes, Nezumi slipped out of the treasury of an infamous samurai lord completely unseen, blending well into the colors of the night. He knew the police were patrolling the streets on their daily route, so he took to the roofs as soon as he cleared the compounds of the mansion.
Tonight, luck may have been on his side, for he was almost at the edge of the aristocratic quarter and there were no signs of policemen in sight. “Or perhaps, something was up?” his instinct for trouble nagged at him. He was in no rush, so he decided to take a little detour. After all, if he was spotted, he knew he could outrun the police anyway.
Then, a sudden roar pierced the silent night air. It was a battle cry, coming from a nearby corner. The sound was soon followed by the ringing of blades, and then a groan. All too soon, the battle was over. In his curiosity, Nezumi peered over the edge of the roof to the street the battle took place, only in time to catch sight of the defeated’s comrades fleeing the scene with a lone shinobi giving chase.
He looked at the unconscious stranger left behind, and saw another shinobi tying him up. Thankfully the swordsman wasn’t dead, but in this darkness he could not know whether it was the shinobi or the swordsman who was the criminal. Or perhaps it was a clan war amongst equally rotten samurai.
“What are you doing?” Nezumi questioned the shinobi, his habit of meddling kicking in again.
“Who’s there?!” the shinobi gasped, glancing around until he finally found the source. In a spur, the shinobi used a cart resting against a wall as a platform, to launch himself onto the roof Nezumi was on. Nezumi was amazed by the speed of it, and acknowledged the shinobi’s skill.
“You’re pretty good,” he praised the shinobi. He had almost thought the shinobi was a woman from the grace of his poise and the slender build of his body. What threw away his suspicions was the height of the male, as he stood tall with his heels pressed neatly together, and the broad, strong shoulders proudly pushed back. The shinobi was studying him back as well. He rested his gaze on the money box in Nezumi’s arms.
“Could it be, you’re the famed Nezumi-kozo?” a smooth, youthful voice said from behind the navy shinobi mask. He poised for attack. “There’s a large bounty on your head,” he growled before he drew his blade and launched his attack.
Nezumi swerved to the side, and caught his opponent’s blade at the hilt, hands temporarily brushing the youth’s smooth skin, and delivered a sweeping kick to the back of the shinobi’s shins, causing the latter to slip on the slippery shingles.
The youth gasped as released his blade to free his hands so he could break his fall. The shinobi slid dangerously close to the edge of the roof before he could stop himself. He glared at Nezumi.
“What were you doing?” Nezumi repeated, pointing the confiscated blade at the shinobi.
“A shinobi should not reveal his secrets, unless to his master.”
In the distance, the shrill whistle of the police captain interrupted their conversation. The two saw the lights of police lanterns and heard the uproar of their yells, quite obviously chasing a target a few blocks away.
“Hayate!” the shinobi blurted out in worry, running off hurriedly, presumably to save his earlier comrade. Nezumi looked at the shinobi’s blade forgotten in his hands. He considered how the two shinobi had let their ‘prey’ live, merely tying him up and leaving a letter claiming the deed as theirs. So Nezumi concluded that they were probably not bad people. Trusting his gut feeling, he decided to aid their escape.
Nezumi stuck the shinobi’s blade into a slit among the roof tiles, and fished out his imitation police whistle. With a shrill toot, he successfully lured the policemen in the direction of the captured swordsman left forgotten on the street, changing their course of action, giving the duo time to make their escape, and then he disappeared into the night.
--
The next morning when Jirokichi entered his regular soba joint, the place was booming about the recent news of a shinobi duo arresting a famous bandit who was in town harassing people just a day ago. The news was so popular, it almost drowned out the news of Nezumi’s appearance on the same night. Jirokichi thought back about his encounter with one of the two shinobi.
“They might grow into fine men one day,” he hoped, smiling to himself as he ordered a serving of soba to reward the Nezumi for his hard work last night.
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orangegreenlove, gambatte!! :D
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Nice fic!
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