Of course, that meant that a samurai had to do certain things, like giving speeches. Even in common conversation, a true samurai could not simply blurt out his words in a couple of grunts. He had to be verbose, eloquent, and dignified. On the other hand, there were individuals for whom the use of words would not work, and for those cretins, the power of a samurai's sword would be all that would be needed to strike them down. For it was the duty of a samurai to provide protection for his subjects, and to defeat all evil that he could find. But there was one other thing that a samurai had to do, and that was to be seen by the people. Simply standing around in his home was simply not to be done, as how could the populace truly appreciate a samurai if they never saw his magnificence?
It was the latter task that he was doing upon this day. This wasn't such a major effort for him, as he enjoyed the simple pleasure of walking along the streets of his town, and knowing the comfort of the warmth that the endless days of joy that living there would bring. He was certain that he could hear the words of awe that the locals would whisper upon his passing, and he enjoyed the strong impression that he no doubt made upon them. There had been plenty of those sorts of scenes in the movies that he'd watched, and he had plenty of practice in seeing... a pretty brunette that he'd never met rushing past the street that he was on?
Blinking, he mentally reviewed what he'd seen of her, and held his chin between his forefinger and thumb. That girl had been a wonderful specimen of feminity, as she was bearing the most lovely long legs, and had a bosom that was full and firm. Her stride was purposeful, with a clear focus on doing what she had aimed to do, without seeming to be disgraceful. But it was the eyes, shining emeralds full of the light of confidence and passion, that really set her apart from the common sort of girl. This was the sort of girl who could look wonderful in a kimono as she bore a naginata in the defense of her home.
Not that he was about to forget Akane Tendo, even for that glorious creature. His pure and tidy goddess could simply not be tossed aside, and was to be treasured always. Still, he knew that he wanted to know more about that girl, so that he might make a proper decision as to where she would belong.
Then perhaps he could find her a place in his heart along side the fierce tigress that was Akane Tendo.
Setsuna supressed the chill down her back as best she could, and frowned mightily. "This may be a problem...."
"What?" Rei asked, scowling as her concern rose. "What is it?"
"Something registered in the time stream."
"Something threatening?"
"Something stupid. Very stupid," the Senshi of Time sighed, wondering if a sensation was enough reason to buy a case of Tylenol.
Coming to a skidding halt in front of a familiar gate, Makoto placed her hands on her knees, and tried to get her breath back. Despite her really good health, running as she had wasn't exactly going to be a relaxing activity. She knew that Haruka liked to run as fast and as hard as she could, but the brunette also knew that she wasn't a short haired blonde. Rather, she was her own person, and at that moment, that 'person' was a tired girl who needed to rest for a few moments before doing anything else.
Taking a few gulps of air into her system, she managed to breathe easier, and slow her pounding heart into something more manageable. It was something that didn't take long, but it was also rather important. Arriving like she was in a rush wouldn't help her situation, and she didn't want to be all flustered when happiness was so close. Instead, she wanted to enjoy what was coming, and being unable to get a word out wasn't exactly going to help in that regard.
But it didn't take too long for her to get herself back under control. She fixed her clothing so that no creases or bad positioning would show, and smoothed a hand over her hair to make certain that none of it had come loose. As it seemed that she would pass an 'inspection', she pumped her fist a little bit, and headed over the front door to knock at it.
When the door opened, a familiar face appeared there, and smiled at her.
"How nice to see you, Makoto. Welcome to our home," Kasumi Tendo murmured happily to her, while:
(Posted Mon, 08 Jan 2007 08:02)
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