Blood Path
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+S through Z › Soul Caliber
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,843
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Soul Caliber, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Random happenings
The next morning, I wake up at the crack of dawn to a lot of noise. All of my appliances are on—alarm clock, television, mixer, microwave, not to mention all my lights. The place goes dark. “Damn it!” Fuse. . . I go to the dining room to try and fix it.
There’s a guy sitting at my table; he’s messing with the sword that I inherited from my father. Discreetly, I grab the 9mm that’s in my drawer. It’s full of blanks, but the intruder doesn’t know that. I also grab a flashlight; the windows don’t allow a lot of light in.
“Put the sword down and put your hands on your head.” I point the 9mm at his back.
The guy stands up and turns rapidly, calling my bluff. I shine the flashlight in his face, then remember last night as he charges me. At the last second, he stops. He’s still holding my sword, although he has the point uncomfortably close to my jugular.
”Katana o oku!!” I say, seriously about to wet myself.
We stand there, locked in that position until the glassiness in his eyes goes away. “Nani--?!”
”Katana o oku.” I repeat.
He blinks and sits down. [“What’s going on? One minute I was looking at all the things and pressing the colored things and they all started making noises and then the place goes dark and quiet!”]
That’s electricity for you. . . Good thing I DID have the day off, but I’m not too keen on spending my day off teaching some medieval punk on how stuff works. I have shit to do. So I throw on some clean jeans and a Tshirt, toss Mitsurugi-san an XL t-shirt. He catches it and stares. I pantomime putting it over my head and he pulls it over his.
He’s leery of the car; not that I blame him. ’67 Chevy’s are kinda loud. I show him the selt belt and attempt to explain its function, but fail miserably. “Gomen-nasai; watashiwa Jade desu.” I say, realizing I forgot to tell him my name.
I go to my former high school, sign ush inh in and go to my former Japanese teacher, who’s on his prep period.
“Ah, Ayame-san! Genki-desuka?” Toranaga-san gets out of his chair and glances at Mitsurugi-san. He gives me a look. ‘Ayame’ was my Japanese name. I should have done ‘Asuka’ from Eva…
“e jue just friends,” I say in English. “Look, I need your help. He’s Japanese, but I don’t speak enough of it to tell him what’s going on.” I took Japanese 1 in my senior year in high school. “You play Soul Calibur, right?” He told us this when I first started. I’ve seen him at tournaments since them; places well with Taki. Dirty old man…
Toranaga-san nods. “I see now…I thought he looked familiar.” He scratches his head for a minute. I find it odd that a sixty-something man plays video games… He goes over to Mitsurugi-san and stares in his eyes.
I’ll be damned, Mitsurugi looks a little afraid. Toranaga-san says something to Mitsurugi-san and the latter blinks. Then, they bow to each other. Toranaga-san takes up a jujitsu pose, while Mitsurugi-san takes up different unarmed pose.
I don’t really see what’s happening…just fists and feet and yells. Toranaga-san is on the floor, his arm twisted in a VERY painful looking way by Mitsurugi-san.
Toranaga-san taps out and Mitsurugi lets him up.
“Yes, that’s him…” Toranaga-san stands up and dusts himself off.
“You know him?”
“Yes. Jade, please sit down.” Toranaga-san motions to a chair. I do.
“So what the hell is going on?”
The question is translated to Mitsurugi, who answers back. Toranaga tells me: “He says the last thing he remembers is a fight with Nightmare and their swords clashed and a bright flash of light.”
“Well, shit.”
“From what I’ve gathered, the time/space continuum was split open and both bodies were drawn here by a…”
I stop him. “Hold it, I lost you at ‘what I gathered’.”
“Basically, they were transported in time.”
My eyes widen. “THEY?! As in Nightmare’s here too?!”
“Hai…” Mitsurugi says hesitantly.
“We’ve got to DO something!” I’m on my feet. Mitsurugi puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down into the the chair. Toranaga looks at me.
“That’s where you come in.”
“WHAT?!” My jaw drops.
Toranaga sighs. “There’s a deeper legend in Soul Calibur…One shall rise from ash ashes of her life and claim her birthright.”
I note the ‘her’ part. “Okay…what does that have to do with me?”
Toranaga looks at me gently. “It means that you’re the next heir to Soul Edge.”
Next thing I see is a pair of medium brown eyes staring deeply into mine and a hand in my forehead. “Jade-chan, daijoubu?”
“…don’t ‘chan’ me…” I say weakly. I sit up. “Man, what a weird dream…” I look around where I was. “Oh---FUCK!”
“No need to swear, Jade-san.” Toranaga helps me up and gives me some water and a Tylenol. “You will need to learn to fight with a katana at the least, along with teaching Mitsurugi-sama English.”
“…sama?” ‘Sama’ is a prefix used for nobility.
“I can’t explain that to you. Right now you need to get home and get started. Take off of work, write a will…”
“A will?”
“Just in case.” Toranaga points to the clock. “You have to leave now; I have a class in five minutes.”
There’s a guy sitting at my table; he’s messing with the sword that I inherited from my father. Discreetly, I grab the 9mm that’s in my drawer. It’s full of blanks, but the intruder doesn’t know that. I also grab a flashlight; the windows don’t allow a lot of light in.
“Put the sword down and put your hands on your head.” I point the 9mm at his back.
The guy stands up and turns rapidly, calling my bluff. I shine the flashlight in his face, then remember last night as he charges me. At the last second, he stops. He’s still holding my sword, although he has the point uncomfortably close to my jugular.
”Katana o oku!!” I say, seriously about to wet myself.
We stand there, locked in that position until the glassiness in his eyes goes away. “Nani--?!”
”Katana o oku.” I repeat.
He blinks and sits down. [“What’s going on? One minute I was looking at all the things and pressing the colored things and they all started making noises and then the place goes dark and quiet!”]
That’s electricity for you. . . Good thing I DID have the day off, but I’m not too keen on spending my day off teaching some medieval punk on how stuff works. I have shit to do. So I throw on some clean jeans and a Tshirt, toss Mitsurugi-san an XL t-shirt. He catches it and stares. I pantomime putting it over my head and he pulls it over his.
He’s leery of the car; not that I blame him. ’67 Chevy’s are kinda loud. I show him the selt belt and attempt to explain its function, but fail miserably. “Gomen-nasai; watashiwa Jade desu.” I say, realizing I forgot to tell him my name.
I go to my former high school, sign ush inh in and go to my former Japanese teacher, who’s on his prep period.
“Ah, Ayame-san! Genki-desuka?” Toranaga-san gets out of his chair and glances at Mitsurugi-san. He gives me a look. ‘Ayame’ was my Japanese name. I should have done ‘Asuka’ from Eva…
“e jue just friends,” I say in English. “Look, I need your help. He’s Japanese, but I don’t speak enough of it to tell him what’s going on.” I took Japanese 1 in my senior year in high school. “You play Soul Calibur, right?” He told us this when I first started. I’ve seen him at tournaments since them; places well with Taki. Dirty old man…
Toranaga-san nods. “I see now…I thought he looked familiar.” He scratches his head for a minute. I find it odd that a sixty-something man plays video games… He goes over to Mitsurugi-san and stares in his eyes.
I’ll be damned, Mitsurugi looks a little afraid. Toranaga-san says something to Mitsurugi-san and the latter blinks. Then, they bow to each other. Toranaga-san takes up a jujitsu pose, while Mitsurugi-san takes up different unarmed pose.
I don’t really see what’s happening…just fists and feet and yells. Toranaga-san is on the floor, his arm twisted in a VERY painful looking way by Mitsurugi-san.
Toranaga-san taps out and Mitsurugi lets him up.
“Yes, that’s him…” Toranaga-san stands up and dusts himself off.
“You know him?”
“Yes. Jade, please sit down.” Toranaga-san motions to a chair. I do.
“So what the hell is going on?”
The question is translated to Mitsurugi, who answers back. Toranaga tells me: “He says the last thing he remembers is a fight with Nightmare and their swords clashed and a bright flash of light.”
“Well, shit.”
“From what I’ve gathered, the time/space continuum was split open and both bodies were drawn here by a…”
I stop him. “Hold it, I lost you at ‘what I gathered’.”
“Basically, they were transported in time.”
My eyes widen. “THEY?! As in Nightmare’s here too?!”
“Hai…” Mitsurugi says hesitantly.
“We’ve got to DO something!” I’m on my feet. Mitsurugi puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down into the the chair. Toranaga looks at me.
“That’s where you come in.”
“WHAT?!” My jaw drops.
Toranaga sighs. “There’s a deeper legend in Soul Calibur…One shall rise from ash ashes of her life and claim her birthright.”
I note the ‘her’ part. “Okay…what does that have to do with me?”
Toranaga looks at me gently. “It means that you’re the next heir to Soul Edge.”
Next thing I see is a pair of medium brown eyes staring deeply into mine and a hand in my forehead. “Jade-chan, daijoubu?”
“…don’t ‘chan’ me…” I say weakly. I sit up. “Man, what a weird dream…” I look around where I was. “Oh---FUCK!”
“No need to swear, Jade-san.” Toranaga helps me up and gives me some water and a Tylenol. “You will need to learn to fight with a katana at the least, along with teaching Mitsurugi-sama English.”
“…sama?” ‘Sama’ is a prefix used for nobility.
“I can’t explain that to you. Right now you need to get home and get started. Take off of work, write a will…”
“A will?”
“Just in case.” Toranaga points to the clock. “You have to leave now; I have a class in five minutes.”