Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic

Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version ©N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment

 

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

 

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Pranks

Fanfic By:  Chiruken

 

 

Part 3

 

 

 

 

            The walk to the ryokan gives me time to think over the various choices I have for seeking revenge.  My initial impulse to do bodily harm is slowly fading in light of further thinking.  It would be over much too quickly if I only hurt them.  Besides, now as my initial anger is abating I can see the humor in their prank, though I still think they took it a little too far.

 

            I turn my steps towards the village.  I have an acquaintance that lives here who owes me a favor.  I think I’ll pay a visit to the local apothecary for a few ingredients.  I smile to myself and rub my hands together in anticipation of my retaliation.  If I hurry I can return well before they retire for the night.

 

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            An hour later, after a brief explanation and a promise to return for a decent visit, I exit my acquaintances apothecary shop with a small bag full of the concoction I prepared with the use of his equipment.  There should be more than enough for my purposes.

 

            I hurry back to the ryokan, careful not to spill the contents of the bag onto myself.  After quickly checking to ensure the room I share with Aoshi, Sano and Yahiko is still empty, I stealthily enter.  By the moonlight I swiftly unroll three futons and liberally sprinkle the odorless powder into them and using the blankets I swiftly rub it into the bedding.  I quickly reroll the futons and place them back where I found them.

 

            After disposing of the incriminating bag I reenter the room and unroll my own futon, the only bedding I left untouched.  I snuggle under the blankets with a snicker.  There’s no point in using itching powder if I get caught in my own snare.  Let’s see how they enjoy scratching all night.

 

**To Be Continued…**

 

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Author’s Notes:

 

1.Ack!  Extremely short!