Treatment For A Broken Humourous Bone

's Gate Makai

My first fanfiction on Yoroiden Samurai Troopers which I completed and this area is also on EFP (though not for long).
wrote a couple of years ago and revised several times, but here I will do the umpteenth and endless corrections.
Maya is a character I had already created the television series (one day tell you everything, I promise ... for now I'm too lazy XD), then already beginning of the story I wrote has a very firm with the group who knows perfectly well
begins immediately after the second television series, and just before the first OVA. Specifically with regard to consistency with the anime, I tried to be as accurate as possible, and, in future stories that I write, set during the first and second OVA (but not the third, too hate the new armor from Michelin Man) , plays a more marginal role in the sense that its action at the end does not change the plot.
As usual, I hope it's not too Sue.



author: Edvigelacivetta
beta Arwenthewitch and harleen313 aka ChristineBlack FN
rating: PG
genre: action
warnings: AU, spoilers.
characters: Hachibi Touma, new character, a bit 'all the others.
plot A key opens the doors of the Makai. A girl looking for that lost part of himself and five friends will help you aim.
thanks: Christine Black that even today I endured while disregarding the fandom. ^ ^


1. Prologue

A nightmare.
A bad dream from which he could not wake up.
had to be so.
Maya tried in every way to convince herself that what was happening was not real, but only a trick of his imagination, while crouched in a corner of that dark, damp prison, weeping in silence unable to stop.
Nearby, Suiko, Korin and Kongo, the three plates captured by Arago, lying motionless in a sleep from which she was unable to awake. Had tried long, but nothing had been for his efforts. Most probably their common destiny was to remain confined in that gloomy darkness for eternity.
"Mom ... Dad ..." she sobbed, as he continued to curse to be wanted to go back at all costs in Japan.
If she had stayed at home, surely would still be living his quiet and monotonous life, which he regretted for the first time.
still felt upon himself the acrid smell of burning sulfur in the embers of the throne room, he could out of his mind the tedious litany that evil spirits had been saying, as she lay, naked and helpless in the middle of a pentacle, but, worse still, he could not leave the impression he had lost forever an important part of his soul. He felt incomplete, and that terrified her more than imprisonment.
What was happening? Why he felt so afraid? What had happened to all the courage that until then had managed to make it go forward in that struggle? It was like vanished without a trace.
suddenly felt the warmth of a hand on her shoulder and a friendly voice that tried to reassure her.
"Maya, do not cry anymore. I have come to take you away. "
Touma had finally arrived.
Without hesitation, the girl clung to him still crying, while the samurai, initially surprised, pressed it gently to himself, trying to calm her down, not at all worried by the strange behavior.
Shin, Seiji and Xiu, finally free, watched the scene without saying a word, preparing the final and decisive battle.

Can I Store Both Red And White Wine Together

Teenage Dirtbag &

After three months, I'm back to post a new chapter, third, to be precise. Two new characters
peek into history and we will see them very often.
thank harleen313 aka Christine Black of FN to its rapid betaggio.

3. Teenage Dirtbag

now it was made, was a Japanese schoolgirl in all respects.
All night he had tried to imagine how would have been his first day at school, how many people would have known, however, was all rather depressing result.
The opening ceremony of Shohoku year of high school was like any other he had witnessed, with the principal's speech and presentation of professors, one new - that would have preferred was spared - the speech by Students come first entrance exam.
Surrounded by hundreds of students with dark hair, almond eyes and for the highest as a cork, felt now like a fish out of water. And yet no one had known of the its class.
solitary and silent as she walked along the corridors of the first floor, cursing you for not making application to the Ryonan, where, at least, knew Akira, reproachfully after a second, because the decision not an economic burden on the shoulders of their parents in a country where the cost of living was really too had made her.
Two voices unmistakably female who came not far from her, just behind him caught his attention.
"Kyoko, keep your hands to yourself."
"Come on!"
"I told you to keep your hands to yourself!"
"Ugh!"
" BUT THE END WANT TO MAKE THE LESBIAN ? , "
Michael spun around to hear those words, trying to make a serious face, but knew he was not a good actress
" See? "said the student more high, bringing his hands on his hips. "You managed to offend even you!"
"Come on, for so little," laughed the other, bringing back his long hair. Then came the blonde holding out his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Kyoko Matsura. And I'm not a lesbian, how to support this project. "
" Sometimes I can hardly believe it ... like are Nami Kamiya. "Interjected her friend. "Do not worry, the highs do not like." Then he whispered, pulling his sleeve to make it down and winked.
"Listen," he complained then Kyoko, trying to strangle her, while there was passing of a professor who criticizes. Then he spun three straight in the classroom.
Year I, section 10.
"We hope that all lessons are not so Pallos ..." Michael snorted, not just the first hour was over. Japanese history, so boring. He noticed the look of Kyoko, languidly lost to her, and worried. But Nami tried to reassure her.
"Quiet. Are you not the protagonist of his fantasies at red lights. "He said, pointing his finger at the Italian company behind the counter, where a boy was dozing blissfully. "His name is Kaede Rukawa with us and was average. Needless to say, Kyoko has lost cooked for three years. Even though I told her that she is a bit 'too high. And also a bit 'too icy. "
' E '... beautiful," sighed the other, continuing to stare at him.

Lunchtime finally, after four hours sitting on those benches, somewhat uncomfortable, to put up all the time reading and comments on the programs by teachers of mathematics, physics and science. They talked a lot 'on best place to eat their bento, deciding at the end of the terrace - oblivious to the fact that about half of the school had the same original idea.
"Where's your lunch?" Asked Kyoko to Michael, while they were climbing the stairs
Only then did the Italian noticed that your hands are empty.
"essermelo I forgot ... I'll be back on the bench." Asserted, running to the class.
came quickly in the classroom and promptly took the tin box in his green room, two miserable toast. Just out of the door, however, struck one of his companions.
"Sorry," he said. Not getting any response turned to look. Rukawa kept silent walk, without saying a word, making her mad.
'Other that the Ice Age. "said, as soon as she sat on the wall next to her friends and biting into a toast.
"Who are you talking about?" Asked Nami.
"Rukawa. And 'so rude as high. "
was true. He must be as Akira, was already the fourth over six feet tall he met since he set foot in Japan. Obviously it had obtained the maximum Uozumi with two meters and two inches. Of ugliness, of course, but they were still two meters and two.
"See?" the Japanese said, pointing Kyoko, "are not the only one who thinks so. It is a peasant. "
" What does it matter! I will see if you can find him the door of your house and you did him a few suggestions from Kama Sutra. "
" You know that these things happen only in your mind nymphomaniac, right? In his mind there is only room for basketball and nothing else. Correct me: perhaps also for his bed. "

" Waaah is ... a wonderful house! And 'huge, "said Kyoko, attracting the attention of nearby Michela, intent to withdraw the washing dry.
Michael hated to dine alone, and, with Akira already too busy with training, she seemed like a good idea to invite his two new friends for dinner.
he opened the door to accommodate the two girls, after entering he looked around for a few seconds, then went into the kitchen to put the packages of spending.
took the green bowl that was on the ground, filled it with a little 'milk is rested and began to search for.
"Kuro-chan!" Name, while kneeling, looking under the couch, "Kuro-chan, come on, come out! E 'ready jelly! "
" Kuro-chan? "Said Kyoko.
"It 's my kitten. That is, not my own ... I found a week ago and am looking for his masters. "
" I understand ... "said the girl, confused from that river of words. "I'll help!"
"I think that will run like hell, as soon as you see." Nami intervened, intent on trying in the laundry.
"Are you saying you are so ugly that would be a heart attack, by any chance?"
"No. For once, you do not tease! You wanted to say that Caesar will smell. Fool. "
" Caesar? "
"My dog."
After a generous fifteen minutes in which all three scour the house from top bottom, the black kitten decided to jump out of the basket of magazines, now illegible.
"How about getting into my room?" Suggested Michael, over dinner. Kuro-chan was sleeping peacefully on one of the chairs in the kitchen.
As soon as the two guests had set foot in the room were amazed by the quantity of photos cover the walls. Of all sizes, depicting Michael with his parents, his friends and even with a Japanese boy not bad. Strangely, Kyoko was not attracted by them, but a couple that portrayed her friend wearing the uniform of a team.
'basketball game? "He asked, then.
"Yes"
"And in that role?"
"Guard."
"Then point guard?"
"Exactly. I did not think you meant basketball. "
"I do not understand a cigarette, in fact." Interjected once again Nami. "He just memorized all the positions, if one day Rukawa indicesse a competition like this:" Anyone who knows me in role playing game, will win a hot night with me. "
"But the tears?"
"The Shohoku has a basketball team?" asked Michael, definitely surprised.
Akira never had they not mentioned, since had entered the Ryonan. Maybe it was not much.
"Yeah." Nami replied, sitting up in bed and put his hands on the blue pillow beside him, "But I do not understand why you are writing ... Rukawa are emeritus schappe! "
" To lead the team to victory, of course, "said the other turned to her friend.
"In my opinion, however, it did so because he is behind his house ..."
"But it's a shame not to have the women's team ..." Kyoko looked in the direction of Italy's.
"That's all. So I could not do much. "
" Why? "
" At the end of the playoffs, I fell and I broke the ligaments of the knee. The doctor said that with an injury like mine, I can forget about, as it is a ball. "
"I'm sorry, I do not ..."
"You could not know. And then, I have recently taken up a bit, 'even though I can no longer be part of a team. "
" I have an idea! Why not enter the men's team? "Kyoko time was very euphoric, as he spoke.
"Okay, which is high, but will never pass for a boy. Not to mention that you have just said that he can not play. "
"I meant as a manager, stupid!"
'Indeed, not a bad idea ... even if it is strange that comes to you. "

Nine in the evening. Michael had come quietly into the gym Shohoku and, after turning all the lights, put on his mentor and began to do some 'warming up. He could not stop thinking about what Kyoko had suggested. After the accident he tried to head off the basketball, only a source of suffering for her, but despite all efforts, there was no success, mainly thanks to Akira, who had encouraged her not to give up.
Now, the idea of being able to simply follow another team, it did not seem so tragic.
took the Phoenix Suns basketball of his bag and began to dribble, walking slowly toward the basket. Then increased the pace and come under the basket, you put the ball in an elegant lay-up. He grabbed the ball again and tried a jump shot, which went without any problem. He spent nearly an hour trying to pull of any kind and from any angle. The latest launch of three, after going to sign, crashing into the heavy metal doors, producing a dull thud. After he had picked up the ball he turned to his bag and saw the figure of a man in his sixties who was staring at her. He was a janitor?
"I ... I'm sorry," he said, bowing. "I did not give any trouble, I'm leaving now!"
"Ohohoh! Go ahead! " the man said, smiling under his mustache.
Then he went out, and she followed him with her eyes, still shocked.

"You must be the new manager."
Michael had just left the staff room, where he had just delivered the application to the basketball club. No one could know, unless it was put to Kyoko not hang flyers for the whole school, so that question not just the mall. He turned and there stood a girl with wavy hair.
"How?"
"I'm Ayako." Continued the other holding out his hand. "I'm glad someone else has decided to join me. I needed just a little 'help,'
"Michael M ... Belvedere." Then came the Italian, hesitant.
"I know. You're famous, you know? When Mr. Anzai told me about it, I knew it was you. "She smiled, taking her arm.
"A wait ... , "Tried to stop her, while his companion dragged her down the aisle euphoric.
There was really understanding anything.
"Let's go," said Ayako again, tugging slightly. "I want to introduce you to the captain,"
Ayako's attitude, so warm, it was not in keeping with Japanese custom, she knew this, but now it is not surprised anymore. In those last few weeks had seen the collapse of all his convictions on Japan. However, what else would have expected?

In the next chapter: first encounter, and Michael fraRukawa

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