The beggings

This is the begging of the saga.

 

Bakersfield, California.

I knew I was going to die. I knew it when my sword slipped out of out of my tired, limp hands. I knew it when he raised his sword to stab me. I knew it when his sword plunged into my body. But an odd peace overcame me when I realized I would die for something I believe in. Very odd for me, usually I am very jumpy when danger is near.

When the blade ripped out of my stomach it seemed to take my very soul.  I saw my blood spatter all over the dojo’s walls as the blade.

My blood, it was everywhere; my once-white gi, a few splatters on his kimono, the floors, the walls. Everywhere. It hit me, like a solid punch. I was going to bleed to death and there was nothing I could do but watch, as my blood will form a dark pool around my body.

All he did was smile that perfect smile of his. I have seen a thousands times before and now I will see it the last time. How I hated that smile! I don’t want him to grin; I want his impaled with my katana!

He performed O-chiburi then returned his blade to its saya.

His musical laugh burst out across the floor.

“Did you really think you were going to get away with it John?” said the man

I tried to find my voice, but all I did was cough up blood. Dark pools formed on the mats after my fit of coughing. I looked down at my stomach. It was bad; I had a nasty stab wound that went deep in my stomach. It probably did lots of damage to my large and small intestines and maybe my kidneys.

I tried not to cry, but how can I not cry out with pain? It was so bad I was blacking out. I fought to stay awake. The pain was mind and body shocking; horrible tendrils of pain everywhere on me. It felt like red-hot piece of iron plunged into my stomach.

I looked up, and he patiently expected an answer. Yamaoto Basholooked as though he could wait for all of eternity. But I did not nearly have that much time till I lost all my blood.

I finally spoke,” No I didn’t think so. But I will die trying! You mother-f****r, go to hell! That’s where I will send you before this body goes into the ground! My sword will be dripping with your blood!”

“With what sword?” Yamamoto asked

Confused I looked for my sword I dropped. It was gone! Who would take-HE DID!!!

My rage boiled up. But I kept it in check.

 

“My men took your precious sword when I distracted you. Speechless? You were always quiet,” He said, laughing again.

If that were a distraction I would hate to see what his kill strike would be. I will know very soon sadly. I am only 15 and I am going to die? No I must make an attempt to live!

When walked over to where I was I already had a plan in mind.

I shuddered as he touched my shoulder. A pat. I shook it off. I cringed as the sudden movement of body. It plunged the pain deeper in to me.

He leaned to me so that his mouth was near my ear.

Then Yamamoto said to me, almost in a whisper,” I am sorry it had to he like this, you were my best student,”

I retorted, ”More like your little toy! You will never harm another child again, including me!”

My anger burst open. Like a volcano it was explosive and dangerous.

As he walked past me again, I grabbed his tanto out of his obi. I tried to slash at his head but I dropped the blade before it even reached its destination.

I looked down, to my wound. His hand was inside my stab wound! It hurt worse than ever. As I collapsed on the floor I head these last words,” Get rid of the body, we don’t want any one to witness this little fiasco.”

Then a deep sleep over came my body and blackness consumed my mind.

 

Tokyo, Japan, 3 years later.

Nurse Yoko seemed grumpy as she got stuck checking on the coma patients in wing D. But she just sucked it up and went to her job.

First there was the old man who had a concussion and is in a drug-educed coma, then the young women who got hit by a car and has been in a coma for months. Then came the “miracle” patient. Strange story to this one, thought Yoko as she checked the first patients vitals absentmindedly. She thought back three years ago when he was brought here by helicopter in to this hospital…

The hospital was almost dead with activity, nothing but a few broken bones and a hernia to diagnose. Boring for Yoko, who yearned for more action! She just got out of nursing school and wanted to get out there and see some blood.

No Yoko was always the tomboy of the family. Even as a child it was always karate over ballet.

"When will I get my big break?" though Yoko

The sound of the hospital's huge double doors slamming open woke Yoko from her thoughts.

Dr.Shimzono rushed in with 6 other nurses wheeling in a young teen with lots of blood covering his entire body; he looked like he was near death. Yoko rushed to the doctor’s side. This could be Yoko’s big break.

“What happened?” asked Yoko

“Found this one in a dumpster about 5 miles south in back of a restaurant. No ID, no passport, nothing! It is like he dropped out of the sky and feel right into a dumpster. And he is wearing the strangest cloths.”

Yoko looked at the teen’s attire and agreed. He wore a white gi, though it was crimson now, and black hakama pants. An empty black saya was on his left hip.

It looked something out of InuYasha. Then it donned on her, it was the uniform for the students who practiced Iaijitsu. That would also explain the saya and his clothing. What happened to his sword though?

Yoko voiced her thoughts.

“Doctor, he is in Iaijitsu, that would explain the saya and the kimono. “

The doctor smiled. That was a good sign.

“Good thinking Yoko, I will alert the authorities to look around the local dojo’s.”

Yoko was still walking with the team of nurses when she noticed they were in the surgery room.

“Surgery? He lost to much blood to survive surgery,” questioned Yoko.

“Yes surgery, the stab wound is to bad to repair by stitching. I will have to operate to close it and repair the stomach and the surrounding organs. Who ever did this was very stable in their hands. This is a clean stab, straight into the stomach cavity, no bones were touched.”

Yoko nodded and walked out of the room.

She needed some fresh after seeing all the blood. It was not all she hoped it would be.

She walked out of the main doors of the hospital and sat down at one of the many gray benches.

She breathed deep and pulled out a cartridge of cigarettes and matches from her scrub pocket. She lit up and took a deep puff. The dark smoke cleared her head and her stress ran away, momentarily. She could not help but remember the teen’s face. It showed pain, deep pain. Not just physical pain but bottomless emotional pain, like he was betrayed from someone whom he cared for.

“I got to stop being so emotionally attached to the patients. Look Yoko thousands of patients will die in your arms and you don't need all that pain when you get attached!" Thought Yoko

With another puff A small dark cloud enclosed her head.

"I really got to stop, these will kill me one day.” Said Yoko to herself

A sudden movement made Yoko jump. She looked around for the thing that made her drop her cigarette. She quickly fanned the cloud of smoke away to see better.

There was a gang of people in the parking lot. They slammed a door to a beautiful black car.

Three men and one woman, who was dressed the same as the teen except more richly, encircled the black car.

She tried to memorize their appearances. How can people look so stunningly beautiful and very gracefully, yet so young? Yoko looked closer.

The women, who looked about 20, had a crimson red hakama and a midnight black gi. What was creepy was her hair; it was unearthly crimson red, like her hakama. Her cloths shimmered like silk.

The two men, who looked about 19, had black hakamas and matching purple gi’s. Yoko looked more closely and realized they were twins and American. Unlike that woman, who looked distinctly Japanese.

Yes, they both had sandy blond hair, deep cold blue eyes and the high cheekbones of American’s.

Strangely they all wore zori and tabi, very bizarre only the monks and priestess, maybe the geishas, would wear that.

And the last man, who looked about 22, was the coldest, and most handsome perhaps, thing to hit her eyes.

He was dressed in a dark black kimono; everything was black, from his pants to his tabi. But like the crimson hair girl he too had unnaturally colored hair. His hair was white, not egg shell white but shiny white, almost electrifying. But he didn’t look a day older than 23.

Then they moved closer to the hospital, as they moved closer they walked under the street lamplights. Yoko gasped; they were all wearing swords! And not just simple swords like you see in the movies, but beautiful swords that looked deadly. Swords that shined with gold and silver and a few gemstones.

If looks can kill….

Yoko decided not to stick around to see whether they were as sharp as they looked. She started to run, but they seemed to not notice her fleeing form. They stooped in front of the hospital. They looked at each other, then at the white haired guy. He nodded his head as if he was saying no. Then the little party of five walked back to the car and sped off.

Yoko walked back into the hospital, trying to convince her self it was a dream. But she could never fully believe it was.

She suddenly woke up to her senses when a beeping monitor came across the room. Where was she? Oh yea the phenomenon patient’s room.

She walked over the problem. It was the teen, his brain monitor detected activity. Hmm, his brain was always on Alfa mode, the stage where the body was asleep. But now it showed that he was waking up!

She noticed his fingers twitching slightly.

“I should get a doctor, “ said Yoko out loud.

She turned away to find a doctor. But a voice made her turn around. He was talking!

 

Chapter 2- reborn

I felt like my mind was in a haze, nothing seemed real to me. Not the pretty nurse or the hospital bed, or the thousand tubes I was hooked up to.

“Don’t get a doctor, please.” I said weakly. I remember that she was going to get one. No a doctor would just hinder me to stay longer. And Yamamoto would only find me quicker.

She looked at the door then back at me. Curiosity over took her and she walked over to me.

I came to my senses. Who was that young nurse? Her petite figure was in scrubs and her long black hair was in a ponytail. She looked only 28. Very strange, was she Japanese? I was not sure of a lot of things right now.

It suddenly rushed back to me; the fight, my death. I felt my stomach. It felt ok to me. Except a long scar stretched across it, at least I was not bleeding anymore and the pain was no more. That’s good.

The nurse spoke up. Her English was surprisingly good.

“What’s your name?” she said

“Like I will tell you,” I said rudely

She looked hurt.

“John,” I said quietly

The nurse nodded and still looked shocked. Why was there reason to be surprised? I got to get to the bottom of this.

“I am sorry that I was rude. I am just a little, well confused, uh,’ I said

“You can say that again,” muttered the nurse.

What was that about? I swept that thought aside.

“It is Yoko, Yoko Hishimi,” said the nurse finally

“What happened to you?” she said to me.

“What do you mean? What is today?” I said

“Monday, Its-. “ she replied

“Ok good, only has been a week since it happened,” I said to her. I calculated the math I was “killed” on Tuesday and have been out for seven days.

The nurse started to laugh. I got angry, I was in the hospital, just had major surgery and now she was laughing!

“It is not a laughing matter! “I shouted

“That’s not why I am laughing! “ she said. She seems to not notice my yelling.

“Then why?” I said, more patiently.

“You didn’t let me finish my sentence. It is Monday, and you have been in a coma for three years.” She said

It hit me like a ton of bricks, three years? Three stinking of years that he that he got to live?

The thought swirled in my head like a mad bee. I panicked. Three years? How? What year is it now? What happened to my killer? The nurse seemed to notice my alarm. Was it that obvious?

She walked over to me and said quietly,” It is going to be ok. What happened”?

I lied,” I don’t know,”

She looked like didn’t believe me but didn’t press on. I secretly thanked.

“Can I go?” said I

She looked bewildered.

“No way, you need extensive tests, and exams. You are a miracle, you just suddenly decided to wake up from a three-“

I interrupted her babbling.

“I don’t care about these stupid tests! I need to get out of here. He could find me anytime and you don’t want that.” I said

She didn’t look confused and just nodded her small chin.

“I know.” Yoko said

“What do you mean “you know” I said

“Well some guys and one girl came here after we just wheeled you in here. They were super creepy. Especially this one guy with electrifyingly white hair and he was also kind of cute. “ Said Yoko

"Yamamoto," I muttered

“What was that?” she said.

“Nothing,” I said rather quickly.

She looked unconvinced but didn’t press forward.

 

Thinking back to her encounter with Yamamoto and his gang made the blood in my face drain in. I now knew for sure I had to leave! They have found me. They could be moderating me now!

No, they were not that desperate to kill me.

I bolted up from my bed and pulled back the blankets. I hoped this would surprise Yoko enough so I can make my escape.

As soon as my feet touched that cold linoleum I figured out on important fact. My legs forgot they were made for walking!

When tried to walk I fell on my face. I tried to get up but my legs still wouldn’t respond to my orders. The tubes on me went on crazed frenzy of clinging to my limp body.

“Let me help,” said Yoko softly

I didn’t notice that Yoko was suddenly by my side. She helped me back in to my bed. I didn’t know how to respond. It has been a long time since someone has ever been nice. It hit me in my heart. What was this warmth I feel? I usually just feel or numb or angry. Not ever gratitude or love.

I was so deep in my thought I didn’t even notice my many tubes coming off. Good, I felt like a deranged octopus.

 The hardest part was the catheter. It connected to a bag on the side of my bed. I really didn’t want to her to see my penis! What can I do? I am not a nurse. But how hard can it be?

“I will take my catheter out,” I said forcibly.

“No way, you have no medical degree, besides, I saw your penis before. Who do you think put your catheter on when you got out of surgery? It was I! Don’t be a baby” said Yoko casually.

She acted like seeing a guy’s penises was the norm. Yea right! I persisted still.

“No! How about you turn around and instruct me on how to take it out.” I said more forcibly.

She glared at me, and yanked my hospital gown off me. My body was very pale and exposed to the morning’s chilly air. I shivered.

I guess not being contentious for three years does that to a guy. But my six-pack and the rest of my muscles still were there, effects from the years of swordsmanship and lifting weights. I shivered again. Crap there was my penis. Exposed….

Don’t get me wrong, I am not ashamed of my penis, but it is my penis! And I should choose who sees it! That privilege was taken before and never again shall it happen.

She took no notice of my discomfort. She just went to work.

My pubic hairs grew back from the surgery. I knew enough to know that you get shaved when you get surgery.

The sudden pressure on my lower abdomen brought me back to the present. I got to stop daydreaming…………………

“First I got to make sure the catheter is in your bladder.” Said Yoko

I nodded, and then she got out some medical scissors. That made me nervous, sharp metal near my penis is never a good sign.

She cut off a balloon looking object near the tubes. Then she grasped my penis. My god her hands are warm! I really hoped I didn’t get- to late it happened.

My penis got erect. I turned bright red, really red. Yoko didn’t notice as my penis swelled in her warm hands. She laughed, at me! I got mad. How dare she!

“What you smirking at?” I asked. I already knew but asked anyway

“Its just that this is not the first time it happened,” said Yoko

I went five different shades of red.

“Sometimes when I would make my rounds at night you would be umm hard. I was shocked at first but I came to realize it was a guy thing. “ Explained Yoko

I was still mortified, but decided not to argue. I needed to focus. How am I going to ditch this nurse? I need to get away and find refuge. But where? I am totally confused and that’s a bad sign.

I gasped as the catheter started to slowly be withdrawn from my urethra.

“Something wrong?” asked Yoko

I nodded my head no. She seemed satisfied with my answer.

She finally got it out and threw it away in a medical hazard bin near the door.

I quickly got the thrown gown and got it on in seconds. There was still a tent in my gown, d****t. I can never be normal and have normal erections.

Wait, I have cloths, I don’t need this stupid gown.

I looked around my room for my kimono. Hmm, since I was here for three years they must have stored them somewhere else. I don’t have time to search the whole dam hospital, unless, unless Yoko happens to know where they are.

“I have your clothing, “ said Yoko suddenly

She read my mind. I must of not notice that she was watching me search around my room for them.

“Where are they?” I asked

“At my apartment” Yoko said

What the hell were they doing there? Dang it, I need to get going and then what?

Hmm I was stumped, what will I do after I get out of this hospital and get my cloths?

Will I kill him? Of course I will but how? And where am I going to find a sword. Oh how I missed my sword. The rich black ryskin and with flowers engraved with gold on the tsuka it were a beautiful sight indeed. The warm handle of a sword was what I got use too. Wait I was in Japan! The sword capital, oh how can I be so forgetful?

Oh wait, duh coma for three years. I turned my attention back to Yoko.

She waited patiently, and again in deep thought.

“What are they doing there?” I asked, a bit calmed down

“Well, they were going to throw them way because they though you were never, you know, wake up,” said Yoko.

Logical, yet stupid at the same time. Why was I such a miracle? Why was I reborn?

Author's Note

Be honest! :)