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Deceitful Allies and Trustworthy Foes	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNINGS: Mild language, violence, and gore! (Yay! My story seems less PG now ^^)
Vegeta went to the same dinky hovel where he first met the samurai, but didn’t enter. He decided to catch the fool by surprise and interrogate him of everything he knows. He peered in through a side window and spotted the warrior sipping his tea, staying out of view, then waited for him to leave. After a couple tea drinking hours later, the stranger finally stood and headed for the exit. Vegeta smirked and crept around toward the entrance the warrior was exiting. He planted himself against the building beside the entrance, then slowly and quietly pulled out one of his swords. Once he heard footsteps just inside the doorway, he quickly brought up his blade and placed it underneath the unsuspecting victim’s head. However, he looked at the victim twice once he realized it wasn’t the samurai he was meaning to surprise.
The frightened man started shaking in fear. “P-Please, d-don’t hurt me.” He eased his hands up in surrender.
The noble growled and shoved the man aside to peer into the little hovel again. No samurai. The man that was shoved to the ground scrambled away and ran home. Vegeta paused once he heard a laugh come from above and shot his gaze upwards. The samurai was standing with one leg resting on the sign above the shack and had an arm resting on his knee. “You’re good, but you’re not that good.” He smirked when Vegeta growled.
“Don’t mock me samurai! You’re going to tell me everything!” He shouted and pointed his sword at him as the warrior stood and took a few steps back.
“We’ll see. Follow me.” He ran to the back of the building and leaped off of it to land on another and continued onward toward the edge of town.
Vegeta had a moment of doubt. One thing he wasn’t supposed to do was to follow his victims when they insisted him to. It could be a trap. However, he cleared the thought from his mind as he told himself he could handle it. Once atop the roof, he followed the samurai’s fading figure in the distance and quickly caught up to him. They smirked at each other as one tried to outrun the other until they finally reached an isolated area. It was a little ways outside of town where a few paths lead from town to other directions. The noble didn’t take in the scenery as he kept his mind on the task at hand. He pulled out his second blade and raised it; pointing at the warrior. “Now, samurai. We can do this the easy way or the fun way. Tell me everything you know.”
The stranger pondered this for a moment. “But in exchange, you will tell me everything about you.”
Vegeta pondered this as well. “Not everything. There is information in which no other human being can hear.” He lowered his arm and twirled his blades in a menacing manner.
The stranger smirked. “Likewise.”
The noble growled as his demands wouldn’t be completely satisfied, but decided to unleash his fury on the person in front of him. “When I said ‘everything’ samurai, I meant, everything!” His tone started out as restrained rage, then gradually became unleashed.
Vegeta yelled and rushed forth to attack, only to have it dodged. The samurai smirked at the noble’s reaction and leaped out of the way of his attack. “I’m sorry Your Highness, but I also have information that no one else can hear.” He faced the noble at a safe distance, “and that includes nobles.” Said noble came after him again and this time, the warrior pulled out his sword to block the attack.
After a few minutes of testing each other’s strength, Vegeta’s frown formed into a smirk. “Very well, stranger. I’ll get all the information out of you soon enough.” He ducked his head and released his hold on the samurai’s blade, then tried attacking from the side.
The warrior reacted too slowly as his attire was torn and a cut appeared on his side. He hissed as he rolled away from his opponent and held a hand over his new injury. He didn’t dare look down at it as his opponent circled him, his blades out to his sides, ready for another attack. “Now samurai, first question. What are you doing here in Edo?” The warrior smirked slightly and stood straight.
“Guess I shouldn’t go easy on you.” He muttered and took off his straw hat so he could see around himself better. The hat floated away with the wind as he thought carefully of an answer. “I’m trying to lose my enemies, so I go from place to place.”
“And who are your enemies? Random assassins who want a price on your head? Or do you owe someone money? Perhaps you killed someone you shouldn’t have?” The noble smirked at the possibilities.
“Ah ah, it’s my turn to ask a question.” He crouched into a stance as a playful smile appeared on his face. “What’s your name?”
Vegeta frowned as it seems he must agree to the samurai’s terms to get what he wants. He smirked. “Now, that is information I can’t just give out.”
The stranger’s expression turned into one of disappointment. “Aw, c’mon. Not even your name?” The noble shook his head. “Why not? I already know you’re a noble. Would it make any difference if I knew your name?”
Vegeta growled. He was getting a little annoyed at the warrior’s whining. He ignored the samurai. “Answer my last question.”
“But you didn’t answer any of my questions yet.” The warrior complained.
The noble growled. “Then hurry up and ask me another one!” He twirled his blades again with impatience. What he really wanted to do was torture the information out of him.
The samurai scrunched his face in thought. “How come you’re such a skilled fighter?”
Vegeta thought very carefully of his answer. “I’m in the assassin business.”
“Like what? Bounty hunter or-” He was interrupted when Vegeta came at him again and they locked blades.
“My turn!” Vegeta pushed away from him and continued circling his opponent. “Who are your enemies?” He repeated his previous question as he impatiently waited for an answer.
The stranger gave him a thoughtful stare, as if debating if he should answer or not. “I can’t tell you.”
The noble growled. “And why not?”
“It would give them more of a reason to come after you.” He answered defensively.
Vegeta came after him again, except this time he attacked his back. The warrior barely dodged it, getting his shirt torn again during the process. His anger was evident, but said nothing as he glared at the warrior.
The samurai showed his disappointment at his opponent’s behavior. “You sure do get angry easily enough.” He looked at his tattered shirt, then proceeded to tear it off.
Vegeta’s gaze flinched to the warrior’s chest, staring at the battle scars, before they focused back on his eyes. “That’s because I always get the answers I want.” His breathing became more labored as his frustration grew and his eyes kept reverting back to the man’s chest.
He gave him an odd look, which was quickly replaced by a playful one. “Then how about this. If you win, I’ll tell you everything. But if I win, then you get to tell me your name. Sound fair?”
The noble smirked at the competition. “Fine.” He crouched low and attacked him again.
The samurai put on a determined face and got back into his stance as he waited for Vegeta to come at him at the right time. However, Vegeta hesitated just before the warrior swung his blade, missing him. This gave the noble a perfect opportunity for an attack and took it. However, the warrior put his foot in the way of the attack, causing the one blade to be pushed into the ground. When the other blade came after him, he knocked his sword against it and caused the weapon to fly from it’s owner. Vegeta cursed, then kicked his opponent off of his remaining blade and proceeded to attack him with it. Once the warrior regained his footing, he dodged all of the enraged attacks thrown his way. He then proceeded to think of a counterattack. In the wild movement, he thought of one as he took a few steps back then suddenly changed direction, causing the noble to stagger in his footing. At that moment, the samurai kicked his feet out from under him and disarmed him of the second blade. On the ground, Vegeta eyed where his blades landed, then looked back at the warrior to see if he had a chance of regaining them.
The samurai saw this and kept his blade pointed down at him. “You still have a lot to learn.” Vegeta growled at the statement. “Since I’ve won, you get to tell me your name now.”
“No! It’s not over! I can still fight you!” He clenched the grass underneath his hands in his seething anger.
“Yes, it is. I won’t allow you to retrieve your weapons. Besides, the battle was over when you lost your temper. It’s important to have a clear head when fighting a skilled opponent.” He stepped in the way of the noble retrieving his swords as he kept eyeing them.
“Skilled?! Ha! I’ll prove to you that you’re nothing if you give me the chance!”
The warrior frowned. “If you were truly a skilled fighter, one chance would’ve been all you needed to defeat me and by the looks of it, I’d say you’re in a secret organization where you discreetly kill your prey. Since you do seem to be more skilled in following your prey rather than actually fighting them. Also, you would’ve been more of a challenge than that.” He put away his sword as he crouched down at the noble’s level.
Vegeta would never admit it, but he knew deep down that the samurai was right. He lowered his head in shame, before a hand reached out to help him up. “Kakarot.”
The noble stared at it before looking up at the warrior, then sneered and ignored the hand; getting up himself. When he stood, he brushed himself off. “Vegeta.” He muttered.
Kakarot had to lean in close to hear him mutter the name. “Vegeta…Vegeta…” He knew it sounded familiar, but he kept saying it until it rang a bell.
Vegeta sighed in annoyance. “Hokoru.”
Kakarot made a look of recognition. “Of course! The Hokoru family! Wow.” He looked him up and down to get a good look at the famous noble. Vegeta crossed his arms and looked away from him. “So, who ‘do’ you work for?” He asked the same question he mentioned when they first met.
He faced him. “I’m not allowed to say. Like I said before, if I told you, then I’d have to kill you.” He paused. “Maybe I should tell you so then I can kill you.” A malicious smirk made it’s way onto the handsome noble’s face.
Kakarot rolled his eyes. “No, that’s quite alright. At least you haven’t denied that you’re working for an organization.” He muttered the last sentence.
Vegeta’s smirk became a serious expression as he remembered something about the samurai. “Why do you drink so much tea?”
He smiled. “Because it’s the most inexpensive item on the menu. It’s also good for the body.” He ran a hand down his arm for emphasis.
Vegeta watched the movement and looked at his chest again. “It sure does.” He answered hypnotically.
“What?” The samurai stopped the movement.
The young noble tried to make it seem like he had to repeat himself. “It does?”
Kakarot nodded. “So, how come you’re always in town? How do you even manage to escape?”
Vegeta needed to do something with his hands, so he went to retrieve his swords. “Did you already forget? I’m in the assassination business. So, it’s obvious that my guards will continue with their ignorant lives as I sneak pass them.” He inspected his blades before twirling them and putting them away. “And as for coming into town, isn’t it obvious? To get away from the controlling environment. I can’t stand to be there for the whole day. There are just…some days where I need to escape.” He sighed and ran a hand through his dark auburn locks.
Kakarot watched the movement. “I see.”
Vegeta froze as he suddenly remembered something. “Back in town, earlier today, what did you mean? When you said that you and I have much in common, that doesn’t make any sense. We have nothing in common.” He paused. “Unless there’s something you’re not telling me.”
Kakarot stared at him for a moment. “Maybe I’ll tell you one of these days. Once I take care of the assassins that are after me.” It was his turn to pause. “You’re not one of them, are you?” He looked at him skeptically.
The noble held his breath. So, assassins were after him. Kakarot didn’t seem to be aware of the slip. However, he kept the information to himself. “You’re just now wondering if I’m after you? Of course I am! After you’ve humiliated me, why wouldn’t I be?” He rolled his eyes.
The samurai sighed. “That’s not what I meant-”
“Then say what you mean.” Vegeta interrupted.
Kakarot gave him an odd look, then an idea clicked into his mind. “Oh, I see what you’re doing. That’s not going to work on me, Vegeta. I’m not going to tell you.”
Vegeta cringed inside as a common stranger took his name lightly. He was about to berate the samurai for not using a title when addressing him, but decided to let it go. After all, he didn’t live under his rule. He thought of what the samurai meant, then appeared to look innocent for a moment. “Tell me what?”
Kakarot paused, then pointed at him. “Neither is that.” He searched the ground for his tattered shirt, then picked it up to inspect it. “You owe me a new shirt.”
The noble sneered. “What do I look like? A tailor? It’s your own damn fault for getting it torn up. You get a new shirt.”
The samurai frowned. “I can’t afford one and since you just so happen to know people who can do the job…” He gave him an almost pleading look.
Vegeta put up his stern look, refusing to give in. “Surely you’ve had it fixed before, I can’t imagine why you need my help to fix it now. You’re a big boy, do it yourself.” He crossed his arms at the finality of his meaning.
Kakarot frowned. “Oh, fine. See if I do you any favors in the future.” He grimaced at the shirt before putting it back on.
The noble noticed the blood on the shirt and glanced at the injury in Kakarot’s side. He turned his gaze away once Kakarot noticed the look.
Kakarot glanced down at the injury and smirked. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
“Who’s worried?” Vegeta asked rudely, then blushed lightly and turned away from him to head back into town.
The samurai caught up with him. “Leaving so soon?”
Vegeta nodded. “I have a meeting tomorrow, so I need the sleep. Thanks to our last encounter, I slept over half the day today.”
“Oh. Well, you shouldn’t drink so much.” Kakarot stated simply as Vegeta gave him a pointed stare.
“I usually don’t.” He frowned. He didn’t know if he should get into this with someone he hardly knows.
“Then why did you? Have a special occasion coming up?” Kakarot kept poking about the noble’s business as he walked beside him. He did win after all.
“I just simply felt the need, okay? Has anyone ever told you that you ask too many questions?” He barked at him as he continued on his way.
Kakarot hesitated. “Sorry. Just making conversation.”
“Then lets talk about something that doesn’t involve me.” There was a moment of silence. Vegeta sighed. “Where are you from?”
The samurai hesitated. “Nagasaki.”
Vegeta stopped. “That’s a long way from here. Your assassins followed you all the way from there?” Kakarot nodded, but said nothing more. The noble’s expression became determined. “Why are they after you?”
He hesitated again. “I’m not in liberty to say. I’m sorry.”
The noble sighed irritably. “Right.”
As they reached town, the two warriors were about to part ways when Vegeta had another question. “How come you didn’t leave when I tailed you that first night? Then, we both wouldn’t be in this predicament.”
Kakarot gave him a look that said, isn’t it obvious? “I thought you were one of the assassins, but you weren’t really dressed like them. So, I decided to interrogate you before you could catch me off guard, but once I did, you were already involved.” He looked guilty.
Vegeta nodded. “I see. Well, see you around samurai.” He went in the opposition direction of Kakarot.
He was appalled. “I have a name, you know!” He hollered at the noble’s back as he heard faint laughing for an answer. He shook his head and continued onward to find a place to sleep for the night.
Once the samurai reached a bridge on the far side of town, he heard a noise behind him. He tensed, then quickly pulled out his sword as miniature knives were thrown his way. He blocked them from their target then got ready as one of the assassins popped out from underneath the bridge. It was the same one that was following the noble; before Kakarot could confront him, he fled. A few more showed up on either side of the bridge and trapped the samurai. Kakarot eyed them warily as he thought of a plan. He can do it. First, he’d take out the assassin in front of him, then take out the ones on the left, since they’re closer. Then the ones on the right.
“Recruiting a partner, Kakarot? You know what’ll happen to him if you get him involved.” The black and red-white-fitted man in front of him said.
He glared back at the assassin. “I don’t need help defeating the likes of you. You can tell your Master that I’m not interested in taking his place.” He held his sword in front of him in a ready position as the rest of the assassins closed in on him.
The one in front stepped forward. “Unfortunately, that’s not enough for him to rest easy and the only way for him to do that is when you’re dead.” Suddenly, the one that spoke leaped onto him with a hidden sword as the others rushed toward him.
Kakarot quickly pushed off the one on him to leap out of the way of the other four charging at him. He landed on the other side of the bridge and waited for them to come at him all at once, but instead of doing what he expected, they did the opposite. They dispersed and two of them came charging at him on his sides. He turned sideways so his sword met in the middle and his body out of the way when the two collided into him. He held both of them off with his one sword, then slipped out from between them. They regained their footing as Kakarot swung his sword to the side, intending to cut them in half. Instead, one of them saw the move last minute and dodged. The other didn’t see the move coming and got severed in half. The samurai flinched when blood was sprayed on his face and ripped shirt, getting some of it on his chest. He tried wiping some of it out of his eyes, until the assassin that didn’t get cut in half came back with a vengeance. Not a moment after was he backed up by the other four from the bridge.
Kakarot pushed the one back and dodged out of the way when another attacked soon after. He was planning to run, there were too many of them. Usually there were only about one or two, but it seemed their Master was desperate. However, he stood his ground as he pointed his blood soaked sword at them menacingly. “Please, stop this now. If you continue, you will all die. I’m tired of fighting.” They didn’t listen as two of them attacked head on, while the other two got in the trees.
“Then surrender.” One of the assassins in the front said as both attacked him on either side and the ones from above made a move to land on him, blades ready.
Kakarot panicked as they all attacked at once, but managed to block the two in front, then swept his leg to his right, knocking away the two in front. Then only managed to block the one to his left as he landed and the one on his right got in a hit, slicing his already wounded side. He yelped at the feeling of his skin slicing, but quickly recovered, or more like ignored, as he rolled forward. He didn’t give the assassins time to regain their footing as he attacked them both at once. The one on the left didn’t have his eyes on him, so he swept his blade in his direction, successfully cutting off his head. The one on the right watched his partner’s head roll before he too was sliced in two. Blood sprayed everywhere, soaking Kakarot in the liquid as he regained his breathing. His victim made a choking noise through his blood as he died. The blood-soaked samurai stood and swept his blade to the side; getting rid of the excess liquid that dripped down it.
The two assassins left watched the gory display in horror, before regaining their senses and stood their ground. Revising another plan no doubt. Once again, they split as one charged him head on, while the other darted to the side and attempted to attack from the back while the samurai was distracted. He knew their plan and it wasn’t going to work. He quickly dodged to the side, causing the one charging to unexpectedly miss and the one that was behind him to come into view. He quickly took care of the one beside him by slicing him in the back. Then, when he was down, stabbed him through his back and into his chest; straight through the heart. He immediately turned his attention to the last assassin, who seemed to be either shaking in fear or fury. His silent curiosity was answered when the assassin slit his own throat. Kakarot’s expression became sad as he watched the display. However, his attention was turned toward movement in the trees. He focused on the area and noticed it was a spy. As soon as the spy was spotted, he retreated into the forest. That spy was going to report to his Master everything he just saw. Not to mention he was going to be needing some new recruits.
Kakarot’s tense body became a little more lax as fatigue took over. He looked around at the dead bodies, then looked down at himself. Red seemed to soak in every inch of him as he looked at his hands and torso. He glanced at the river the bridge was over and trudged over to it; dragging his sword along with him. Once at the edge of the stream, he kneeled down and wiped his blade off on his pants, then returned it to it’s sheath and laid it down next to him. When he looked into the water, his reflection shocked him. Blood splattered his face and arms, his torso and hands were drenched in the red liquid. He didn’t recognize himself as a red, horrified expression peered back at him. He immediately took some of the water his reflection was occupying and scrubbed his face.
Once that was accomplished, he waded into the knee deep water to wash his pants and torn shirt, then the rest of his body. The ice cold water went unnoticed by the young samurai as his body shut down from the onslaught of emotions that attacked his conscience; the way it always felt after a killing. How much longer will this go on? He didn’t like killing them, even though they were only assassins, they were people too. After all, he just got to know one. Kakarot stopped what he was doing. What if some of them he killed were nobles as well? He’d never thought of that. What if they were fathers looking for a way to earn money? Only to have their efforts of trying to feed their families go to waste? What has he done? The samurai tried to calm himself as he started hyperventilating. He placed a hand on his forehead as his thoughts became a jumbled mess. After a few moments, he replaced the shield over his emotions as his mind and body went back to being numb.
When he was done rinsing himself off, he stood in the water for a while as he watched the water play with the reflection of the moon. Who knows how long he stood there as his mind emptied of the recent events and the sound of the stream calmed him.
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Aw, poor Kaka. :/ I didn’t want to make him a killer, but how else was he going to keep the same assassins from attacking him? >.>
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