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Dojo Hard?

I dropped in on the fascinating discussion on rahirah’s journal about Canon, fanon, and the mutability of character. And – guess what? – something inspired me. rahirah said I tend to think of canon-based AUs as something different from "All the characters are ninjas in 17th-century Japan" fics., shadowscast said I can see potential for a fun, canon-consistent story where gradually these ninjas in 17th-century Japan come to realize they're really California teenagers under a spell... I haven’t given in totally to the plot bunny – I’ve far too many other irons in the fire already – but I did succumb enough to knock off a little extract, a single scene, of such a fic. A two-and-a-half drabble; 250 words. ETA: this is now Part One of a long-running story.


Dojo Hard Part One


Angel bowed low before the Shogun. “This wandering minstrel is dangerous, Giles-sama,” he counseled. “He is more than he appears. He is a Ninja assassin. It is said that once he accepts a commission his target is as good as dead. He has fought two samurai sword-masters and killed them both.”

Giles folded his fan and frowned. “What is this minstrel called, Angel-san?”

“He is sometimes called Chopstick, because he slays those who criticize his haiku by driving chopsticks through their ears into their brains. Another name he uses is Willi-san the Bloody.”

“This Chopstick guy doesn’t scare me,” Buffy declared. The ninja girl rose to her feet. Angel gazed lustfully at her, his eyes particularly dwelling on the tiger tattoo that could just be seen peeking from under the edge of her kimono. Buffy’s hand went to her wakizashi and she drew it in a lightning iaijutsu move, struck at an imaginary opponent, and whirled the sword back into its scabbard in a continuation of the same motion.

“Uh, I kinda think you should watch out, Buffy-chan,” Willow the Shugenja sorceress cautioned the swordswoman. “I got a bad feeling about this. Like I’m gonna end up hiding in a closet with that geisha Cordelia, or something. This Chopstick guy sounds pretty tough, you know?”

“Hey, no-one can beat the Buffster,” grinned the court Taikomochi, Xander. “Lighten up, Will-chan. If all else fails, Buffy can always get her mom to hit this Chopstick with a naginata. Hey, anyone want sushi?”

Continued in PART TWO


Tags: dojo hard, drabbles, fic
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