The water Sword. (A Kenshin Fanfic.) Part one

[~*Hieislove*~]

O.k I finally translated one of my fanfics and here it is, its not so good but please still read it and post your REPLY
Thank you...oh and my fanfics are usually in two parts

Kenshin was at his usual spot beneath the trees. The day was blazing with heat and Kenshin was drench in sweat. Kenshin glanced to the left and saw his sword tumble down. He quickly dash to get it. Kenshin didn’t like the idea of not having his sword with him. With all his battosai days, who knows what rumbles in the shadows around him? Kenshin stood up and took a few steps forwards when he heard his name whispered out. He turned and saw an old man standing there in front of him. The man was holding a long rolled up paper in the grip of his hand. Kenshin’s eyes shifted up and down on the man. Kenshin stood his ground. Even if this man looks like he couldn’t hurt a fly, Kenshin learned from past experience, trust no one. Kenshin rotated to the right a little bit.
The man smiled at how prepared Kenshin was. “I have found one. Finally my journey is at an end.” The elderly mad walked in circles around Kenshin; where ever the man went the handle of Kenshin’s sword followed. The man glanced how Kenshin kept at ease, but equipped as well. The man took one step forward and was greeted with the tip of Kenshin’s sword. The man tilted his head back to avoid the sharp edge of the killer weapon. The man held his hand up; Kenshin budged to the right and stood at alleviate on his right foot. The man plummet the rolled paper on the floor. The man gazed into Kenshin’s bitter stare. The man smiled softly but then his smile revolved to a frown when Kenshin didn’t pick the paper up. “Aren’t you going to pick it up young man?”
Kenshin smirked. “No, I am not. What is your, is yours, and you protect it. You drop it; you shall be the one to pick it up.” The man was shocked, the man beamed with a sigh of relief. “Yes, I have found the one.” The man turned his back to Kenshin and started to walk. The cynical Kenshin turned to the more innocence and fastidious Kenshin. Kenshin kneeled down and grabbed the paper off the floor then waved his hand. “My elder you forgot this.” The old man turned in joy. “Respect for your seniors as well. You’re perfect. Keep it young man; it’s a token for my appreciation.” The man walked off into the dark.
Kenshin stared at the piece of paper in his palm. Kenshin assuaged his back and glanced at a spot on the tree where he can sit down and respite. Kenshin walked over to the shady tree area and sat down. He liberated a sigh of relief. Kenshin gripped the paper tighter. “Who was that man? And what did he mean, he finally found the one. Where are we in, the matrix?” Kenshin kicked back and rested his head on a branch near him. Kenshin twirled the paper in his hand. Kenshin then played with the corners. “Ah what the hell.” Kenshin ripped the seal and let the paper release open in his hand, it was a map.
“A map, what's it for.” Kenshin scanned the paper, it was in some code. Kenshin hissed at the unknown words and symbols that laid in front of his eyes. “d*mn stupid crappy letters” Kenshin scold at himself for not understanding it at first hand. Then Kenshin exam the map with more effort. He noted that the map was old. He then glanced at a drawn black circle and with two little poles on the right side. “Well, I know that place, it’s the old well.”
Kenshin look across the field to where he saw the well at a mere glimpse. Kenshin decide to go out and see this old well. “Maybe it will explain the map more.” Kenshin stood and walked onward to the well. When he arrived he step on the rims of the old monument. He glimpsed down and perceived that the well was empty of water. Kenshin shrugged his face. “What a useless well.”

[~*Hieislove*~]

Kenshin then felt a grumble behind him. Kenshin turned around and suddenly the edge of the well collapse and Kenshin fell in. Kenshin was falling down. Kenshin tried to look down with old twinges slapping his face. His eyes almost popped out when he saw the fall. Kenshin unhooked his sword and dug it into the depths of the well’s walls. Kenshin began to deliberate in speed. Kenshin that smashed against the floor; even with the decrease in speed the fall was still brutal. Kenshin rubbed his soar spot.
Kenshin stood up and dust the dirt that trailed over his hakama. Kenshin looked frontward but couldn’t see a thing. It was dark and cold, and hard to breath in with all the dust and cobweb that was all around him. Kenshin excavated in his side pocket of his kimono and he pulled out a small lighter. He flicked it once and a small flame rose. Kenshin detained the small instrument in his hand; he waves it to the right and notice that, that end was close. He turned it to the left and found a tunnel big enough for only one person to walk in. “I won’t be able to pull out my sword.”
Kenshin glance forward and brought the light with him and saw a tunnel much bigger but was drowned with muddy water. Kenshin kept glancing at the small tunnel and the muddy area back and forth. Kenshin was about to enter the small tunnel when he stopped. “A clean hakama isn’t worth my life.” Kenshin dashed to the muddy area.
When he first stepped into the muddy water, he heard the sound of smashing flesh that reminds him of the days that he walked over dead bodies. Kenshin winced at the sounds that echo through the corridors of the well. “This doesn't seem like a well. I never knew wells had…passageways underneath them. It’s interesting… I want to go further.”
Kenshin shifted through the mud that was underneath him. Kenshin looked to the right and saw a door. Kenshin wiggle the knob and notice it was open. Kenshin swing the down open. Kenshin yelled at the piles of mud falling on him. Behind the door…was more … mud. Kenshin squirmed in the mud. The mud collapsed on him and Kenshin’s feet and legs were covered and locked in place with the colossal pile of mud. Kenshin sighed in stress. He thought to himself. “Now what…” Kenshin tried to lift the mud but it didn’t budge. Kenshin tried to move his hand for he can take out his sword and maybe be able to move the mud. He couldn’t, the mud’s weight was too much for Kenshin to handle. He screeched in pain from the weight on his legs.
Kenshin settle down his head on the wall that was brushing against his skull. Kenshin started to breathe harder and harder till his was almost out of breath. Kenshin thought to himself. “I knew to clam down; I will die if I don’t.” Kenshin looked up and saw the same old man as before staring down at him. “WHAT THE f**k!” Kenshin was angry and acting more like when he was a battosai. Kenshin glared at the old man. Kenshin shifted his shoulder to the side and popped the handle of this sword out and through the mud. Kenshin bended his head down and grabbed the sword’s handle with his mouth and slid it out of its socket. Kenshin flashed it on his shoulder.
The old man stared in awe at the hard working Kenshin. As the sword stood stable on Kenshin’s shoulder; Kenshin tilted his head till it was secure against the sword. The sword stood firmly on his shoulder. Kenshin brought back his head and smashed it through the mud and then with all his might his flicked the sword upward and the mud splash all over the wall. Less weight was on him but the mud still bolted him, and he dashed down for his sword again.
Kenshin gripped the slicing part of the blade between his mouth. One wrong move will slice his lips and maybe more. Kenshin then flashed his head back and the sword twirl in the air. Kenshin hastened for the sword and grip the handle between his collar bone and neck. Kenshin gasped for air when the sword provoked his throat. Kenshin press as much pressure as he can on the sword, for it can balance out and stay strong. When the sword and ready, he smashed the sword in the mud and dug it out. The mud splayed all over the wall. Kenshin lift his arm and screeched in pain.
Kenshin stood up and grabbed hi sword and faced the old man. “What are you looking at?” Kenshin glared at the old man with his cold eyes that seem they can burn through a soul in one instance. The old stepped back, fear filled the room. “Please young swordsman, I only wish to reward you for you such dedication to your work in the art of bushido.”
Kenshin flashed his sword at the aged man. “I don’t want your reward” The old man dart down to Kenshin. “It’s the strongest sword of them all…and it has the element of water, you will need it for your next task”

Kenshin glanced down at his sword. “Mine won’t be good enough?”

The old man shook his head. “Not against what your about to fight.”

[~*Hieislove*~]

The old man dropped a sword down; Kenshin couldn’t see what the sword looked like. The old man walked away leaving Kenshin questioning about the sword. Kenshin stood on his toes and glanced over at the sword. It looked normal from a distance but when he took a step forward; he notice the kanji symbol for water. Kenshin kicked the sword. He noticed it wasn't a trap and decided to pick it up. When Kenshin went to pick it up and darted back and didn’t allow Kenshin to grab it. Kenshin put down his sword, but kept a close eye around him. Kenshin grabbed the sword, and then the sword bust with water. The water was twirling all around him, fast and with great pressure. The water was forming a barrier all around Kenshin. Kenshin looked at to right and then all around him, he kept the sword in his grip. The water looked so beautiful; Kenshin wanted to touch the water but was afraid if the water’s pressure will be too much for Kenshin. Kenshin let go of the sword and as soon as he did that, the stunning wave of water that was form all around him twirling and glistering splattered on floor.
Kenshin looked down on the sword and grin. “Well who ever the guy is, I can definitely beat him with this beauty” Kenshin kneeled down and grabbed the sword, and watched as the amazing water dazzled over him. Kenshin heard something behind him and he looked back, and saw a door open. “I didn’t see a door there before…”
Kenshin walked in the door and was greeted by a blade to his neck. Kenshin popped the water sword out the handle. At that there was a burst of water sending the enemy back a few yards. Kenshin looked upon his prey like a watch dog and steak. Kenshin took a step forward and watch the man wipe the blood of his mouth. The man had red hair and golden eyes and was wearing a long black cloak. The man stood up and spoke. “My name is Zurui and you must be Kenshin.”

Kenshin brushed back his hair. “Yeah my name is Kenshin, so?

Zurui smirked. “Back to our old days isn’t we Kenshin.”

Kenshin looked at Zurui. “What do you know about my old days?”

Zurui took out his sword. “Oh I know a lot about you…I am the demon of fire, and I challenge you to a sword fight, Kenshin do you agree?”

Kenshin didn’t answer with words but when he gripped his sword and allow the waves to flow all around him, Zurui knew the answer was yes. Kenshin scurried over to Zurui and seized his sword and lashed it out and slice at Zurui. Zurui ducked and called out. “Flames!” The slice his sword but it didn’t cut Kenshin, but flames arose from it and burned Kenshin’s shirt (oh la la…). Kenshin backed up dusting off the remaining of his shirt. Kenshin had a shock look on his face.

Zurui stood straight. “Well, I did say I was the demon of FIRE”

Kenshin held his arm up, pointing the sword at Zurui. “Take this then, you ugly piece of sh*t” At that a tunnel over water blasted Zurui, sending him back and crashing into the wall. Zurui pushed off the crumbles of rocks that lay on him. Kenshin grin and laughed out loud. Kenshin darted out for Zurui and stabbed him right in the guts. Blood spurted all over the walls, leaving Zurui on the floor screaming at the overwhelming pain. Kenshin dug deeper and placed his weight on the sword, making the stab wound open wider and spill more blood. Kenshin began to laugh evilly and stared down at the bleeding Zurui. Kenshin lift the sword up only to bring it back down in Zurui’s stomach. Kenshin began to stab Zurui rapidly over and over again; non-stop pain was flowing in the pits of Zurui’s stomach. Kenshin glanced up and saw a fallen mirror, he looked into it and saw his reds a blood red, and he saw the grin on his face. The smile reminded him of the days when he was a pure killer. Kenshin backed up and feel on his hands. The sword fell on the side of him. Kenshin looked at the body that lay in front of him, it looked lifeless but Kenshin heard Zurui breathing. Kenshin was about to get up when a voice spoke to him. “Let him die, he means nothing to you….with me you can rule the world and all that’s in it.” Kenshin shook his head, and then ran to Zurui.

Kenshin ripped Zurui’s shirt up and blocked the wound for the bleeding can stop. “I'm sorry; I didn’t know what I was doing…”

Zurui brushed away Kenshin’s hand. “I know, but what are you doing, I tried to kill you, why are you helping me now.”

Kenshin smiled that smile that could bring the dead alive. “Why shouldn’t I help you?”

Zurui laughed softly. “Hello? Did you hear me? Killing, I tried to kill you.”

Kenshin touched his cheek. “Well I’m still here, so it doesn't count. Now let me clean you up.”

Kenshin wrapped up Zurui in a few minutes. After the minutes passed, Kenshin and Zurui stood there staring at the sword. The sword was spinning by itself.

Zurui looked to the right at Kenshin. “What do you think it is?

Kenshin shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea.”

The sword shot up and headed was Kenshin and Zurui. Kenshin dashed to the left and pushed Zurui to the right. Kenshin went to grab his sword but then notice it wasn't there. “It was all planned.”

Zurui looked over to Kenshin. “What do you mean?”

Kenshin grabbed the sword, the sword wiggle in his head. “The old man planned this all…”

Zurui gasped. “You mean the old man that paid me to fight you?”

Kenshin threw the sword to the ground. “Yeah that one, I guess. But the question is why…”

When Kenshin said that; the sword stop moving and then it blasted water all over the place. When the water cleared up and man who had dark blue hair, purple eyes and a dark blue coat and black pants on, stood there staring at Kenshin.

The man spoke. “I am the water god Mizu and I’m here to take over the world and kill anyone who stands in my way.”

Kenshin dropped to his knees. “Why did I even ask?”

Kenshin ran as fast as he could to the door but was blasted to the wall by the waves of the god.

Mizu laughed harshly. “Not so fast samurai.”

Kenshin stared at the god. “I’m staring at my death…”

o.k theres the first part, the second part will be translated soon. Thanks for reading and please post your reply, if you do maybe I will post some of my Naruto fanfics...