KNOCK KNOCK!
"Ah, Miroku must be here!" Ecchi grinned a mighty grin as he opened the door to kindly greet his visitor.
"Hey Ech, whatsup?"
"Nothing much, I was just happily waiting for you to get here."
"Sorry it took so long, but Colorado is kind of far away."
"Don't worry about it. Anyways, you ready to see this new video I just downloaded?"
"Hells yeah!"
Miroku took a step into the Hentai Fiend's room and was instantly amazed by the various Anime and Hentai memorabilia. "Dude, that's Kenshin's reverse-blade sword! That's crazy you've got something like that!" Ecchi was busy playing with his wireless router, trying to stop from getting his butt pwned by Peer every 10 minutes.
"Yeah," Ecchi replied, "One of a kind. I had to go to Japan and pay the smith big bucks for that. But it's worth it." Ecchi continued to fiddle around and Miroku reached up to pluck the sword from it's stand. Miroku marvelled at the craftmanship of the sheeth and slowly pulled the katana out. A loud crash reverberated off the walls of Ecchi's room a split second after the sound of the blade being drawn. As he fell in love with the shine of the blade, he noticed Ecchi's reflection standing right behind him, eyes bloodshot from rage.
"Miroku, I think it's time you go."
"What do you mean? I just barely got here?"
"Just hand me the sword and get the HELL OUT!!" The last two words were not only emphasized by volume, but by a shower of spittle that splattered Miroku's neck. Miroku quickly returned the blade to it's resting place and turned around slowly. He hesitantly held out his katana-laden hand to Mr. Pr0n's. Ecchi's right hand darted out and relieved Miroku's of its load as his left pointed towards the door.
Miroku solemnly put his head down and started to make his way out of Ecchi's room when he heard the blade being drawn again. Miroku stopped. "You know what? How about you stay? I've got something I still would like to show you. I've never really used this sword, I'm wondering if what I payed for it was the right price."
Miroku heard a swoosh and turned quickly to see Ecchi dashing at him full-speed. Holding the sword's sheath in one hand and the katana in the other, Ecchi was a raging torrent of madness. When he was only four steps from Miroku he raised the steel above his head in an attempt to bring it down powerfully over Miroku's head. Miroku deftly sidestepped and slapped the sword to the side, taking Ecchi off-balance. He takes a few stumbling steps, but Miroku makes certain his foe goes all the way to the ground with a spinning sweep. With his legs taken out from underneath him, Ecchi's face planted itself into his carpet, giving him a nice little rug-burn on his left cheek. Miroku quickly put his boot onto Ecchi's back between his shoulder blades. Not hard enough to hurt the poor raging guy.
"Ecchi, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched it, but I couldn't help myself. It looked... so... perfect!"
"Look here," Ecchi's voice was stifled by the carpet, "I don't like the idea of another man touching something I hold so dear to me." Miroku took a deep breath and glanced to see how far away he was from the door.
"If I could just make it out fast enough, I won't have to worry about this guy anymore," Miroku thought to himself. Before he could formulate an escape-plan, Miroku felt something wrap around his leg loosely. "I don't even want to look and see wh..." Miroku's smart-ass comment was quickly cut short as whatever the hell had his leg threw him into a wall. Miroku's body smashed into the wall, but he wasn't down yet. He landed on all fours and attempted to stand but before he could get up all the way Ecchi leaped forward and with a horizontal strike, bashing Miroku in the temple with the un-bladed side of the katana. Miroku's senses fuzzed over as he went back down on all fours. Ecchi took two steps back and turned the sword in his hand. "Now time to see how sharp the blade is..."
Ecchi swung the blade for Miroku's neck. The blade screaming for his blood instantly brought Miroku back to his senses as he twisted his head, bringing his bright pink hair into contact with the steel. A few fizzles and pink sparks splashed around the room as a final blinding flash overtook both dude's vision. The room darkened again, and both fighter's visions returned. Ecchi looked at his sword in disgust, the power had broken his blade. Miroku stood up grinning. "Guess it wasn't worth all that much. That's alright though. You've got me all ready for some action, I want you to put out. I want all of you, that silly toy just didn't work for me
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