Hatori Hanzo Harris Main Characters:
Xander, Hatori Hanzo MY Inspiration:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (movie, graphic novels, T.V. series), Angel (T.V. series, graphic novels), Kill Bill (movies) Disclaimer:
This is my standard disclaimer; I don’t own anything in regards to the sources of MY Inspiration
. All publically recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
All the characters, worlds, base concepts or general ideas are just a bit food for the writing bug. This story is pure fiction and is in no way meant to copy or reflect real life, events or people, should this happen then obviously it is pure coincidence. Summary:
He’s a maker of blades, but also a master of them. He has to be in order to be able to make them correctly. SPOILERS for the Movies within, YAHF - Xander-centred (he’s the best of the Scoobies) - See the additional summation inside. Additional summation
(I might use this one again):
“Xander had watched those movies over and over again, thinking about several of the unsung heros in the film. Pai Mei, who was the crazy, old temple teacher that taught Beatrix Kiddo how to do the “Five Point Exploding Heart” technique. He also loved the Sushi bar owner, sword maker and sword master who found a reason to make another sword, one of his best.
His costume choice was going to be one of those two. He just wanted a chance to be seen as stoic and calm, not flighty or crazy in his own Xander way.”
------ Speech Legend:
(This is the standard by which I write my stories and therefore you will not see this repeated in future chapters)
(…Other Languages/Mind Speak/Alternate Speech Patterns like sign language…) -----
The feel of the smooth steel in his hands was one of the finest things in that he had ever witnessed in his life. It was only surpassed by the knowledge that he had created this thing of beauty for one purpose... To Kill Bill!
A blonde American woman walking into his sushi shop was rare, but not unheard of. It was fun for this old man to flirt with the young and he was certain that the young were titillated by it. It was harmless, until she asked for one man.
A man that he no longer was, but needed to be again, just one last time. Twenty-eight years and a blood vow would not stop him from making one last weapon of beauty and of destruction. It only took an unspoken name written in the frosted glass of a window pane.
“Yes,” she said, agreeing that that was the man that she needed the weapon for.
Twenty-eight years and revenge would come on his be-half, in the form of the tall American blond woman. It was enough of a payment and incentive to create a final masterpiece. Blood vow be damned, this needed to be done.
His own son was irked with him for it, but he followed the same path. He watched and learned the ancient traditions, as taught from father to son. His son may make his own way in the world and now that the path had been re-opened, he knew that his boy was going to leave him.
Before handing it over or even showing it to her, he had to test it. He went through a few of his stances, patterns and movements. He was the weapon and his balance was perfect. His movements were measured and his pace was even as he was about to strike...
Hatori Hanzo felt a shift in his balance and looked quickly at this opponent, which was supposed to be a bamboo pole wrapped in layer upon layer of bamboo fronds. It was the last test of the steel, its strength and precision. Unfortunately the shift occurred on the side strike and whatever it was that had been standing in the path of the steel, had crumbled to dust.
Hanzo sneezed several time and voiced in a grumbling Japanese tongue, (...I hate vampire dust...)
Spike watched as one of the minions near him fell to the solid sword in the hands of someone who was obviously now a master swordsman. “We’re leaving,” he said to others. “He’s not the one we’re looking for anyway.”
The vampires rushed to get away, but two more were beheaded before they realized that they truly needed to get away. Minions were a dime a dozen and Spike didn’t care about them. He had a purpose and a need to get his Princess all better.
Hanzo just watched them leave. The ghost of a red-haired woman was trying to get his attention and finally he had been able to figure out that he was not currently in his body, but in someone else.
(...Interesting...), he muttered in his own language, out loud he said, “I help you, hai...yes.” Help
, did he ever....
Hanzo look up again, as he landed the perfect strike to the bamboo dummy in front of him. (...A daydream of fighting on the Hellmouth...) he said to himself looking down at the address, name and numbers written on his palm. (...I think that I may have to take on another apprentice. I will definitely have to this one up...)
Xander came to and realized that he was holding nothing, but a super cheap plastic sword. His body and stance were still and calm. His mind was shifting a bit and he recalled the sword making techniques that had been passed down from father to son, as though he had learned them from a master.
He knew that one day he would have to try his hand at making them and in that moment he also knew that his teacher would be coming to him. When... was not a certain day, but that made him take an instant resolve to improve himself in such a way as to earn his teacher’s respect, blessing or what-have-you.
‘Slayers slay demons,
’ he thought. ‘Obviously they’ll need some good solid weapons, so I guess I’ll be seeing what I can do on that front, until he gets here.
He looked down at his hand and noticed that his name, address and phone number was written in Japanese. ‘I understand Japanese
,’ he thought. ‘Well that will just be one cool bonus. I think that I’m going to have to rent a few Japanese movies and animé cartoons in order to test this. Can’t wait to see if this works?