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Author's Note: This fic continues to reference insanity, rape, violence, and character death. This is the end.
For the second time in far too short a period, Yukimura finds himself a prisoner of war. It's different than his time with Dokuganryuu Date Masamune, of course it is. Where before he had been left to die - to live - in his own filth, far removed from the sight of any other living creature, now he is with two guards at his side, with the air breezy and the sun shining through the small opening in the doorway.
The men joke and laugh with him, and they even offer to help him drink if he gets thirsty. But Yukimura refuses it quietly. There's no need for him to. They aren't really there either, are they? As he waits patiently for news, he is still looking around, still hoping that his ghostly guides will reappear, to continue to speak to him. But there is silence and he has a feeling that there will always be, always has been silence.
The silence is broken by gun fire. A line of arquebusiers firing and firing, and the sound sets him on edge, reminding him of that battle of Nagashino so long, long ago.
Yukimura jumps at the unexpected sound and both he and the guards are instantly on edge. Had the talks not worked? Are they at war again? The idea, the uncertainty excites him.
Kasuga-dono shows up as the gunfire continues. She is out of breath and looks tired, with alarming dark circles under her eyes. A ninja's work is exhausting and unglamorous sometimes. Yukimura remembers seeing Sasuke in a similar state sometimes, until the ninja would come and fall asleep in Yukimura's bedsheets as a form of "watching him".
She doesn't acknowledge Yukimura at first. "Kenshin-sama is fine," she assures the two men. "We'll change you out soon. But the battle continues, be on guard." After a lenghthy pause, she finally glances down at Yukimura, and he realises that Maeda Keiji has complained to her. "Try not to injure anyone else until tomorrow, please?"
Until tomorrow. Everything else she'd said was unimportant - did that mean that tomorrow they would finally allow him out on the battlefield where he belonged? Where he might even...
He wants to ask, but Kasuga is already gone. The guards are changed out shortly, as promised, and Yukimura spends a restless night listening to the sound of guns and frantic talking outside the tent. He's so caught up in his thoughts that he even accepts food from one of the men with him. Until tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow...
It is this mantra that stays with him throughout the night, even as he falls into a troubled sleep. He dreams of blood and fire and lightning and the pain shooting up his arm as though it had been broken just seconds ago. Monsters, serpents and dragons, beasts he's only heard about. The faces of those he'd lost are blurred and darkened, and look almost as though they are rotting away before his very eyes. The darkness that had once fallen over most of the land of the rising sun, that laughter, those eyes. They all twist and crack and break and shatter and from the ashes that they had once been, a fire burns brightly.
From that burning flame, a phoenix emerges, which is odd. Odd because Yukimura is the Tiger, after all.
The phoenix screams and screams and screams and each new scream adds another crack to the darkness, as though it was a rock that is being bashed mercilessly before it shatters under the presure. As he begins to wake up from the noise, he sees that face. The one he hasn't seen in any real clarity for months. The sharp teeth set in the cocky grin, the blue-gray eyes that always had carried the look of bloodthirsty, wild danger.
Those eyes, slitted like those of a cat's (a dragon's, isn't it?), are still burned in Yukimura's mind as he wakes up. The screams are still there, regular and loud and they make his ears ache even as he recognizes them for what they are. The shooting has started again.
"You're awake," a new guard says, and he passes Yukimura a wet towel. Yukimura realises he's been untied in his sleep as he wipes fresh water over his face; the cold helps to wake him. "We don't have a lot of time. Kenshin-sama wants to see you."
Though he still struggles to wake, Yukimura allows himself to be led - by just one guard, they know he would never run now - back into Kenshin's tent. There the lord is waiting, sitting poised and collected on a stool. He doesn't even flinch as each new crack of the arquebusiers tears through the air. "Young Tiger," he starts through a lull in the noise. "Our spears are not as great as your own jumonji-yari, but we hope this will suffice."
And the spear is not as great as his own, but as Yukimura is handed a heavy spear, he can easily imagine that the shaft is red and the prongs are three in number. Though he is also trained in sword fighting (as most of them are), the feeling of a real spear in his hand sets his soul aflame once again and even with the tent as small as it is, he swings the spear down to the ground to test the weight. It is a good solid weight, heavier than his old ones, but sufficient, in this case. Glancing up at Kenshin, the smile on Yukimura's face says more than he can convey through words.
"Uesugi-dono! I, Yukimura, thank you for this." For this spear, for this chance, for the past few months...? He doesn't even know what he is thanking the older man for, and there is a particularly odd burning sensation in his chest and eyes.
Kenshin gives Yukimura a smile and stands, picking up his own sword from the stand next to him. "You look as strong as ever."
Yukimura flushes happily at the compliment for a moment, because with this spear in his hand, he feels better and more at home in his own body since the last battle he had participated in. But that moment quickly passes and his face once again becomes serious, eyebrows snapping together as he straightens and affixes Kenshin with his full attention. "I'm ready." And while he doesn't consider this man his lord, he is more than willing to accept his commands this last time. It is what Shingen would have wanted him to do.
That enigmatic, beautiful smile stays on Kenshin's face as he walks past Yukimura to the entrance of the tent. "I will rely on you, Young Tiger. Shingen would have done the same." This man understands Takeda Shingen more than any other person alive. With that final message, and with Yukimura at his back, Kenshin heads outside, into the battlefield.
They march.
Yukimura is near the back, with Maeda Keiji, who still seems to be sore over yesterday's events. Keiji is on horseback, Matsukaze standing unflinching even through the crack of gunfire piercing the air around them. Yukimura cannot ride with the spear in his hand, so he stands resolutely beside Keiji for now.
"We wait to make our move," Keiji points out as he looks down at the fidgeting, restless man. "Kenshin will give us the signal."
"Of course, Maeda-dono!" Yukimura says, feeling a little stung. He may not have been in battle for many months, but he knew that you should not act until your Commander told you to. Shingen had made sure he knew that, and even the simplest foot soldier was aware of that as well. It was the difference between victory and defeat and Yukimura had no intention of losing today.
"I'm keeping an eye on you," Maeda-dono is definitely holding a grudge over Yukimura's attack on his most sensitive place; it is obvious in the way he speaks. "So don't get any ideas."
Yukimura doesn't bother replying, only gives him a side-long glance and a soft noise, because Maeda-dono's priorities are annoying. This is not the time to watch Yukimura! This is the time for action, for revenge, for--
His thoughts are cut off as he hears an ominous boom, far louder than anything else they've heard so far. Cannons. His heart skips as he realises that this? This is war.
The cannonballs explode not too far from them, and in the ensuing chaos, Yukimura is separated from his 'guard'. Maeda Keiji is the highest ranking officer in this area, and he's trying to command the troops to scatter, to not group so much in one area, so as to limit the casualties. In the dust and smoke, they can no longer see Kenshin. In the screams and explosions, they can no longer hear him.
Yukimura is caught up in the stream of foot soldiers obeying Keiji's order to back up Kenshin. Gripping his spear so tightly that his knuckles turn white from the effort, he runs with them, pleased to find that he's more than strong enough to keep up with them. As they run, he hears Maeda Keiji screaming his name somewhere behind them, until he's caught off by an explosion that makes the ground tremble, and causes a few in their number to stagger and fall.
It is pure chaos.
The front line is a hell of weaponry. The guns cannot be fired with the Date soldiers out, so the arquebusiers bide their time, waiting for any Cavalryman stupid enough to charge for the Date main camp. They are a dark line behind a fortified fence, reaping death upon all those in their sights.
Yukimura heads into the very heart of the battle, a scream ripping from his throat that he cannot hear over the sounds around him. The long days they have spent training him how to move effectively are paying off. He doesn't stumble, doesn't hesitate, but he moves with lightning efficiency, stabbing and slicing through the enemy before him.
Through the men before him, because the air is misted with so much blood, smeared across his face and building into his mouth that Yukimura cannot differentiate between the two armies. The men fortunate enough to be wearing the Uesugi sashimono are spared, as Yukimura fights and tears through the enemy forces. He is in element, he is alive and every part of his body is aflame with desire and happiness and bloodlust because this is what he has wanted for so long, so long.
He reaches a break in the fighting, near the arquebusiers, and though the men take aim at him and fire, he is too fast for them. Perhaps the flames that he feels engulf his entire soul deflect the bullets. Perhaps they never reach him, but explode in the air around him, or hit those fighters around him, even their own men!
Yukimura reaches the fortified line of men and breaches it, breaks through them and leaves one man gasping for breath at the end of his spear. He sprints away before the others can fire, ignoring any potential threat they might be to him. They don't matter. They don't matter. The only thing that matters is that man in the back of his mind, in the forefront of his vision, the only thing that keeps him moving as bullets hit the ground around his feet, cut his face, deflect off the shaft of the spear he still holds so very tightly.
And he stops.
The bullets stop.
Dokuganryuu Date Masamune is standing before him, arms crossed. He is the same as ever, as the very day that Yukimura had met him (something Yukimura can't help but feel slightly disgruntled over, as he hoists that heavy spear in his remaining hand). Cool, collected, grinning with feral glee. His Right Eye is behind him, though he is not looking at Yukimura. He doesn't dare.
"Dokuganryu... Date Masamune," Yukimura breathes out. His heart is pounding in his chest. He feels more alive than he has in months.
"Sanada Yukimura. Long time no see." That strange language again, which Yukimura doesn't always understand. He is glad to see that his rival's spirit has not died. Masamune glances back over his shoulder, to the man behind him. "Kojuurou." The tone in his voice is as firm and demanding as ever. "Do not interfere."
No, no. Katakura Kojuurou must not interfere with their rivalry again. Though Yukimura is at a disadvantage, he refuses to let his physical... problem impede him from finishing this fight once and for all. Even if Dokuganryuu Date Masamune no longer sees him as a rival, the spirit inside of Yukimura is unchanged. It may be battered, it may be cracked and misshapen and deformed from the months of abuse and recovery he has endured, but it is unchanged at the very heart of what he is.
He is Sanada Genjirou Yukimura, the Crimson Demon of War, the hero who may appear once in a 100 years, and he is... Date Masamune's fated rival.
Though he suffers from the handicap, he is determined not to let that deter him. They stand facing each other, muscles tensed and coiled as they wait. The battle rages around behind Yukimura, but he has already forgotten about it. There is nothing left for him to be concerned about, but the man in blue standing just yards away from him. Nothing left in this mortal realm but this very real person standing before him.
Cannonfire hits one of the Uesugi supply tents, causing it to explode with such force that the ground seems to crumble under him. Yukimura's forced to move or lose his footing, and in that moment, the two men strike.
Masamune uses only one sword, and Yukimura tries not to be offended at the thought. Holding the spear under his arm and using his own torso as a balance, he fights with a renewed vigor. After all, exhaustion means nothing to a dead man, and Yukimura has been dead for so very long.
Away from the battlefield they run, weapons striking over and over again, and Yukimura's side aches and bruises and blisters as he uses it to help absorb the impact of Masamune's sword against the spear in his hand. He ignores the pain, lashes back out, sweeping and stabbing and he's savagely pleased to see that Masamune-dono sports new cuts and gashes across his face and arms that weren't there just moments ago.
His very spirit is alight. With passion and fury and even hope and joy. Anger and peace both threaten to overtake him each strike and parry, each slash of the sword or spear that connects with the other's body.
He has never felt more alive than in this moment.
Laughing, screaming, both of them fight to the death. To the death, for real this time. For each strike has every intention to hit its mark and to kill and to destroy, and it is only their skills and their convictions that keep those strikes from landing.
They continue to fight even as they reach a copse of trees. Though the leaves are blasted away as though in a fiery wind, the trees still provide enough cover for their battle, and muffle the noises of the war. The trees bent and break under the combined pressure of both men's attacks, their fighting spirit, their very souls that are bared for all to see, and it is only when Yukimura's spear catches on the exposed roots of an upturned tree that there is any actual turn in the fight. He would have been content to stay like this forever, between life and death, but his spear is just a second too late, as the root halts it's swing, and he feels a burning sensation in his side as Masamune's sword goes straight into him.
Is it over?
Through the haze over his eyes, Yukimura affixes his rival with a grin. Masamune's features are contorted with both pain and happiness. A look that Yukimura doesn't think he has ever seen in the man's eye before.
Letting his spear clatter to the ground beneath them, Yukimura stumbles a few steps to lean against a tree. He doesn't bother trying to staunch his wound, though the flow of warm, fresh blood almost tickles his side. "Thank you, Date Masamune."
He catches the look on Masamune's face before his vision goes blissfully black. It is look of confusion. Of hatred and fear and regret and loss. As he fades away, Yukimura finds himself dwelling on it.
And many hours later, Yukimura opens his eyes with that very same look on his own face.
This... cannot be right, he thinks as his eyes dart around his surroundings. He doesn't dare move yet, not when he's so unsure of where he is. The pain in his side is an indicator that he's still alive, but that can't be so! It cannot be so...
Overhead, there is no longer the brilliant blue sky obscured by ash but instead the dark canvas of a tent. The thing under his back is soft, unlike the tree he'd fallen against, and if he didn't know better, he would assume that he was on a cot. Glancing to the side, allowing himself to turn his head the slightest bit, he sees the torches at the entrance to the tent casting light into all but the darkest corners, and between them, the defeated form of his rival, Date Masamune.
Anger fills Yukimura, replacing confusion. He sits up as well as he can, twisting in the bed and throwing off the sheets covering his torso. He's been patched up roughly, and the bandages around his body are far from professional. He had been so close, so why...!
"You're awake, Sanada Yukimura." Masamune says, not bothering to look at him.
"Why have you done this, Date Masamune?!" Yukimura demands to know. Though he wants to stand, he must admit defeat. The world is spinning too harshly for him to move that much just yet.
Masamune finally turns to look at him, though Yukimura cannot see his face with the light behind him. His features are dark and only his eye is visible. Yukiura meets it evenly with his own cold rage. "You got a death wish?" Masamune demands to know, angry and bitter. "That's not a fight, not the kind of fight I want."
"That is not something for you alone to decide!" Yukimura cries as he stands, hand snaking out to support him against a nearby crate. Frustration has built up inside of him again. So close, so close! Would their rivalry never end? Both men would never rest in peace, whether dead or alive, without the verdict. "I, Yukimura, wish to--"
"Wish to what?" Date Masamune cuts him off, and he strides forward. Yukimura doesn't allow himself to be intimidated and stands there stonily, staring into that once familiar face. That face that stirred his spirit like nearly no other. "Die like that? Is that what your life is worth?"
Yukimura sputters and stumbles over his words as he tries to reply past his anger, and Masamune plows on. "You're not even worth sharpening my blade against, anymore. If I went all out on you, it'd be no challenge. So why--" He doesn't finish his sentence as Yukimura, tired of being talked over, tired of being seen as just a spoil of war, pulls back his fist and punches him square in the face.
Masamune staggers, and though he might have automatically picked up his sword for a deadly counterattack, the tent is too small for any proper weapon use. He punches back in return, and as Yukimura's knees hit the back of the bed and he flails, Masamune grabs him by the back of the head, pulls on his hair, and punches him square in the face.
Yukimura feels his nose break.
Masamune doesn't stop hitting him, even as Yukimura's ungloved hand leave red marks and cuts against his arm and face in desperation. The taller man's furious and almost bestial, and Yukimura could swear that his eyes are glowing in the firelight.
His face aches from the blows, spots erupt throughout his vision and blood fills his mouth. Spitting it out, Yukimura manages to twist and use his superior flexibility to deliver a kick to Masamune's hip.
He lets go.
Yukimmura attempts to tackle him, to push past him, but the world is swaying and he stumbles and falls heavily onto the ground, and before he can pick himself back up, his arm is stepped on. Hissing with pain, Yukimura kicks out again at his foe, using the weight against his arm to hold him to get sufficient height. Though it connects with his target, his leg is caught and he feels it being twisted, twisted until he wants to scream again, and he's forced to roll onto his stomach before his leg snaps from the pressure.
No. No. Nothing good had ever come of Yukimura being forced onto his stomach. Screams of rage spill out from a bloody lip as he claws with his free hand behind him, but he has only one arm, and Dokuganryuu Date Masamune has two.
"No," he hears Date-dono mutter from above him. The man's weight is heavy and hot, and utterly nauseating. "I won't." He's trying to be... assuring? Or threatening. Yukimura doesn't know and he doesn't want to find out, and even though his arm is pressed against his back painfully, he manages to look over his shoulder to glance into the other man's face. There's a type of savage glee as he realises that Masamune is not without his marks. Blood streams from a cut on his cheek, a bruise forms above his good eye, and his ear is bloody as well.
Masamune catches him looking and Yukimura lets out a cry of pain as he's slammed into the ground. Over and over and the breath is knocked out of him and he thinks he can hear his broken mind rattling inside of his possibly broken skull.
Yukimura goes quiet only because he can't breathe and as he frantically tries to catch his breath, chest heaving despite the heavy weight against it, he feels himself being turned over again. He doesn't fight that invasive pushing, rolling over onto his back because it can only help him, lungs expanding desperately to fill with air.
But no sooner has he painfully drawn in a lungful of air, that he feels warm, wet hands wrap around his throat. Yukimura's eyes can barely focus on the twisted, hate-filled face of his rival, whose eye is narrowed and darkened, his lips pulled back to reveal sharp, snarling teeth.
So it has come to this.
It has come to this.
Yukimura is finally dying at the hands of his rival, after a bloody and magnificent battle, even if the end result had almost not been very favourable. It is impossible to breathe, to think, to do anything but focus on that face so close to his own. He wants to laugh and thank the other man for this wonderful battle, but all Yukimura can do is lift his hands to touch the back of one of the hands so tightly wrapped around his neck. And he smiles again.
He grins, he smiles, he meets the eyes of his rival as if to say "thank you", because this end to this rivalry is the best what he could have hoped for.
And his vision goes dark, growing fuzzy at the edges, and the only thing that he can see now is that face, that eyepatch, that eye, the teeth that are still as sharp and vicious as ever, even hough those lips are suddenly... suddenly...
His lungs expand instinctively as the fingers leave his neck, sucking in cold air so hard that's almost painful. He coughs and doubles over and anger fills him almost as readily as the air fills his lungs.
Glancing through his bangs as he breathes, he sees Date Masamune looking away, moving off of him. No. Yukimura had left been touching his bruised neck and that hand now lashes out, catching Masamune in his blind spot.
Success. The blow lands, and Masamune is taken by surprise. He lands on the dirt floor of the tent, and before he can get up, Yukimura has seized the collar of his jacket and has used it as a handhold to knock his head against a wooden crate. The sound is sickening as Masamune's head connects hard with the edge. Ignoring the splatter of blood, the gurgle in Masamune's throat as he passes out, Yukimura lets his rival crumble in his hand.
Yukimura is past thinking, past reason or any feeling beyond rage. This was not the way that battles were fought, that wars were waged. You must never show sympathy, compassion... pity to your enemy before you. To your rival, it is nothing short of insulting. How would Masamune feel if Yukimura treated him in such a way? All that anger and rage, that abuse that Yukimura had suffered for months at his hands; did it all mean nothing now? Nothing because Date Masamune couldn't end their rivalry in such a way? It was insulting to Yukimura's very soul.
Yukimura is past all coherent thought, and he turns his unconscious rival over onto his back. He notes that the man is breathing still, though unresponsive to Yukimura's rough handling of him. Good. Good. Only one of them need die tonight, and Yukimura has had his place reserved for some time now.
It's difficult with one arm, but Yukimura loosens and tears the clothing from Masamune's form. He's not wearing his armour for once (had he not thought Yukimura was a threat? That makes him angry again), which aids in the process, and Masamune is soon left nearly nude in front of him, with only strips of fabric around his arms and legs. It is not a surprising or awe-inspiring sight; they have seen each other nude before, even well before Yukimura's captivity, long long ago when they had been true and just rivals. It is a thought he pushes out of his mind as he runs bloodied fingers across Masamune's chest, which is moving shallowly as the unconscious man breathes. The blood leaves a trail against some of the many scars in his skin, and Yukimura draws six circles out of habit.
And then, because he can't think past the throbbing in his face and the pain bursting from his side that threatens to cover his world in darkness, Yukimura acts purely on instinct. There is nothing to do but return to Masamune every wound, every indignancy, every insult that has been so ruthlessly forced onto Yukimura in the past several months. He wants Masamune to feel all of his pain, his suffering, his shame and regret, and though this is not the way that honourable men fight, it is the way that Dokuganryuu Date Masamune has been fighting with him for months.
Blood is not a lubricant, and Yukimura derives no pleasure from this act, whether physical or mental. The pain he feels throughout his body (and throughout his soul) threatens to overtake his consciousness, and he can't hear anything through the rush of blood and his frantic breath. The blood is spilling faster with each movement, staining them both a respectable crimson shade. It is anger and instinct that moves him in such a way, that causes him to pull on Masamune's wet hair as he defiles the warrior's body in exactly the same way Yukimura had been defiled before.
But through the darkness prickling at the corners of his vision with each motion, Yukimura catches the glint of firelight on a metal surface. Odd, because he hadn't seen any weapons in the tent before, and he turns his head to look.
In the struggle, they had knocked over a bag of supplies and one single, lone sen has rolled out to lie in the dust floor.
And Yukimura remembers everything. That this man is his rival and not his enemy, and they had both lost their rivalry when Yukimura had been made a cripple. That Masamune-dono had been searching for him for so long, for some form of closure and it was only because Yukimura would always be unable to give him what he really wanted that he couldn't kill the man in a fair fight. And yet he couldn't let him die, because they had sworn to each other that they would be the one to strike that most honourable of blows against each other, whomever were to die first. It is sad, Yukimura thinks, that his rival may be just as broken by this horrible truth as he is.
Yukimura pulls away from the other man, noting with shame that Masamune still doesn't react even now that the invasion is over. He runs his bloodied fingers over the man's face, tracing the iconic eyepatch. "I, Yukimura, ask for your forgiveness, Masamune-dono." He says into the empty air, and though he finds it difficult to move with his side making his leg numb, he pulls himself over to where the sen glinted in the fire light.
Holding it in his teeth, he pulls out the other five sen from that special pocket in his kimono and he stares at the metal with a happy smile stretching across his battered face.
Six sen. Yukimura has the toll for the river fee now.
Glancing guiltily back at Dokuganryuu Date Masamune's form, he feels a bit of shame. Yukimura had died a long time ago. Both his arm and his soul had broken under the pressure, and it wasn't fair nor right that his rival had been left to chase Yukimura's wayward ghost. But it would be over now, wouldn't it? Yukimura had his toll for the river and so he could finally pass and Masamune-dono would be free to move on as well.
Pulling himself up to sit against a crate of supplies, Yukimura knows his body - his earthly, deformed, weak body - is failing fast. With one motion that he knows will be his last, Yukimura kicks over one of the torch stands, watches the fire flip over into the canvas of the tent and admires the way that the flame runs up the side of the fabric.
It spreads and eats and climbs and all within range soon catch fire. The papers, the boxes, the bed and... Yukimura himself feels sudden scorching heat spreading across his limbs and he's warm, too warm, and it's like being engulfed in his fighting spirit. He likes it.
Masamune-dono lies prone on the dirt floor and Yukimura watches through flame as Katakura Kojuurou rushes in with a wet cloth around himself, followed by two other men who attempt to hold back the flaming canvas of the tent's entrance. The lord of Oushuu is quickly saved and pulled from the burning tent, and though Yukimura thinks that he sees Katakura Kojuurou glance back at his burning form as they exit the tent, he isn't sure, because the world finally, finally goes completely black and Yukimura is unaware of anything.
He is unaware of anything but the burning toll in his hand, the metal melting into the skin that is left, and of the sound of flame as the tent collapses around him. He is unaware of anything, but that sudden presence around him, of arms wrapping around his shoulders and a voice he's heard so often until so recently. And he smiles, and it hurts and he is nearly gone, and and then, he is not even aware of that.
Sanada Yukimura, Crimson Demon of War, hands his toll, the half-melted six coins, over to the river ferry and steps into the water.


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Posted Sat 30 Nov 13 at 16:45 PM
PNE 1 Bristol City 0
North End picked up three valuable points with a 1-0 home win over Bristol City at Deepdale thanks to Jack King's first half header.
King gave Simon Grayson's side the lead just after the half hour mark with a stooping header, in with the flying boots on the edge of the six yard box.
The game ended in controversy though as Paul Gallagher and Karleigh Osborne were given straight red cards in injury time.
The manager had been forced to make three changes, Joe Garner suspended, Neil Kilkenny out due to the terms of his loan deal and John Welsh also ruled out. Stuart Beavon, Josh Brownhill and Keith Keane came in, with the latter also taking the captain's armband.
The Lilywhites started brightly, Gallagher hitting the target inside three minutes, latching onto a Kevin Davies ball, but his effort was also straight at the Robins' custodian Elliot Parish.
North End won the first corner of the game on ten minutes. Gallagher took it, swinging the ball in from the left, but Brendan Moloney did brilliantly to deflect Bailey Wright's header over the bar.
On the quarter hour mark Davies found Brownhill in the middle of the City half and the 17-year-old split the visitor's defence with a slick pass that found Gallagher again, however, for a second time his effort was into the midriff of Parish.
The visitors started to probe away and loanee Simon Gillett was close to opening the scoring with a poked shot just wide of the left hand post after the ball had fortuitously fallen into his path after Bailey Wright had blocked the City top scorer Jay Emmanuel-Thomas' left wing cross.
And the threat from the south west side was illustrated again on 26 minutes, Declan Rudd needed for the first time to make a fine save, blocking former Swindon man Aden Flint's header from Scott Wagstaff's right wing corner in front of the Town End.
However, despite these good chances, North End went in front on 32 minutes. PNE were awarded a free kick just inside their own half. Gallagher stayed back to take it and lifted it into the right hand corner of the box, where Tom Clarke beat his man to power an excellent header into the six yard box and Jack King burst and stooped low amongst the flying boots to head home into the bottom right hand corner of the goal.
Three minutes before the interval Gallagher again was unlucky when he had a shot from 25 yards that deflected off the boot of Flint, completely wrong-footing Parish, but it went agonisingly wide of the left hand post. The corner was taken by Gallagher himself and found Bailey Wright at the back post - the Aussie inches away from the top left hand corner with a powerful header.
The second half was a scrappy, tense affair, the shrill of the referee's whistle more prevalent than chances.
However, with five minutes to go a bit of excellent play by Wagstaff, 25 yards out, gave the former Charlton midfield man a yard of space to whip in a left foot shot with pace; which came flying back off the left corner the cross bar and luckily away to safety.
It was a workmanlike display from the Lilywhites, everyone industrious, epitomised by skipper Keane in the middle of the park.
Four minutes were added on by the officials at the end of the game and in the first of those minutes there was real controvesey as Paul Gallagher and Karleigh Osborne were shown straight red cards after the City centre half appeared to headbut the eye of the North End No.12.
The game continued and Bailey Wright was also booked in the injury time, ruling him out of the Cup tie at Wycombe, but there were no more chances for the visitors and North End held on to retain third place in League One and close the gap on the top two.
PNE line-up
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When the FA negotiated the Italian's £6m-a-year contract before Christmas, they did so in the hope that his almost mythical coaching skills and apparently spotless private life would restore fortunes on the field, and some dignity to an office recently occupied by Steve McClaren and Sven Göran Eriksson.
Instead, they found his second week in the post interrupted by news that Turin magistrates are investigating whether Capello failed to declare tax on up to €10m (£7.4m) earned through sponsorship deals. Among the contracts being scrutinised is Capello's deal with Zeroh+, the manufacturer of his distinctive glasses.
Reports of the investigation were swiftly followed by the revelation that Capello has previously been fined over tax irregularities. Five years ago he agreed to pay a fine to avoid being tried with a friend, later given a 20-month suspended sentence, for his role in the falsification of documents that affected his tax status in Campione d'Italia, in Lombardy, which does not operate under Italian tax law.
According to reports in Italy, the Guardia di Finanza, Italy's special tax police, coordinated by the Turin prosecutors, are looking into Capello's affairs between 1999 and 2004, when he was coach of AS Roma, and 2004 to 2006, when he was in charge at Juventus.
It is understood that investigations centre on Sport 3000, a company controlled by the Capello family trust, which was recently moved to the US from Guernsey. It is understood the authorities are trying to establish whether Capello derived any benefits from the trust-owned company.
The FA defended the manager yesterday, insisting it was made aware of the potential for an inquiry from the outset of negotiations, and expressing confidence that he would be cleared of any impropriety.
"We have spoken to Fabio and his advisers ... and they have explained the facts. They have also given us an assurance that Fabio's tax payments are in order," said a spokesman.
Capello's son, Pierfilippo, insisted his father was innocent, and suggested the Italian investigation was part of an ongoing strategy by the tax authorities of targeting the rich and famous, such as the actor Sophia Loren. "There is no truth in the allegation that he got any benefits from the trust, or that he has done anything against the law," he said. "All his affairs are in order and there is absolutely no question that he has done anything wrong."
Capello is understood to pay tax on his FA contract in the UK and receives his monthly salary, net of tax and national insurance, via a British bank account in his own name. He is said to be disappointed that attempts are being made to blacken his name so soon after taking the England job. "With my advisers I have always endeavoured to conduct my financial business with integrity," he said in a statement.
The Italian inquiry is being coordinated by the prosecutors' office in Turin which has also been investigating the ramifications of the 2006 "Calciopoli" scandal, in which leading clubs including Juventus were found to have attempted to influence results by applying pressure to referees.
Capello's earlier fine stemmed from his involvement with Roberto Salmoiraghi, who was mayor of Campione d'Italia until 2006 when he was removed from his post by the Italian authorities. In 2005 Salmoiraghi stood trial accused of providing false documents to Capello that showed he lived in a small studio flat. Salmoiraghi was convicted and is appealing.
Capello's first game is next month, when Switzerland arrive at Wembley.


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USD/CAD Cracking the 0.9725 Support Pivot
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Previous: USD/CAD Breaks Down Range and Sits on Top of the 2012-Low (9/6)
USD/CAD Daily Chart 9/11/2012 7:55AM EDT
Commodity currencies are firming during the 9/11 trading session. The USD/CAD has been in a bearish mode since finding a high of 1.0444 to start June. As summer is wrapping up, the pair has dug up new 2012 lows, and is testing the 0.9725 support pivot from 2011.
When taking a look at the weekly chart, we see that the bear run has a downside risk toward the 2011 lows just above 0.94. The RSI has broken below 40, signaling a loss of the bullish momentum seen last year in July through September and early October.
If there is a strong pullback, failure to break previous support pivots (up to 0.9890) should confirm bearish stance. Meaning a break above 0.99 makes the bearish outlook unclear, and a break above parity should introduce a bullish reversal scenario.
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New Braunfels Herald Zeitung (Newspaper) - June 19, 2004, New Braunfels, Texas SATURDAY, JUNE 19, 2004 T^ll A T SPORTS PLAYOFFS Lockhart beats Blue in the Juniors Little League playoffs; big inning downs the New Braunfels team 6-4. Rag* SA GUEST COLUMN Former NBISD trustee Bill Biggadike says board should work together, extend superintendent's contract. Page 4A Zeitung Serving New Braunfels and Comal County since 1852. Vol. 153, No. 190 16 pages, 2 sections CLICK 500 WWW. herald-zeitung.com oooor S' Partly cloudy High Low 93 73 Details .... 16 DEAR ABBY 3B CLASSIFIEDS SB COMICS 2B CROSSWORD 2B FORUM 4A OBITUARIES 3A SPORTS 5-6A TV GRIDS 3B Attention, H-E-B shoppers # Grocery retailer announced plans to locate a second store in New Braunfels. The city will chip in $535,000 to help pay for site improvements. Interstate and site work projects delay work on the store for a couple of years. City to get H-E-B on north side ap By Scott Mahon Staff Writer New Braunfels officials announced Thursday H-E-B plans to build a second grocery store in the city at the northwest comer of Interstate 35 and FM 306. Matt Harrison, New Braunfels Infrastructure Improve ment Corporation (4B) board president, said H-E-B officials asked the 4B board Thursday for financial help to improve drainage problems adjacent to the site for the new store. "H-E-B wasn't going to ask for any financial assistance until they found out that drainage culverts needed to A DIRTY JOB Maurers must finish cleanup work at Tamiga Acres before new owners take over By Ron Maloney Staff Writer BULVERDE — The earth is moving at Tamiga Acres mobile home park — truckloads of it. Maria Anaya, who is raising seven children at the park west of Smithson Valley High School, expressed optimism at the progress and said she believed her family would be able to stay. "It looks like they're doing the job," she said. The Maurer family, who currently owns the 19-acre park, ran afoul of District Attorney Dib Waldrip's environmental enforcement division in March for septic violations that left raw sewage flowing from many of the 50 mobile homes that were there. Now, there are about 25 mobile homes, and the Maurers are installing septic tanks and running thousands of feet of sewer pipe in trenches to the tanks. The work was mandated in March when Waidrip, citing children playing on ground he charged was contaminated by broken sewer pipes, ordered the be installed near 1-35 near the site of the proposed store," he said. "So when TxDOT did a change order on the 1-35 project to include culverts, the cost was significantly higher than originally estimated. So H-E-B asked us for financial assistance for the cost of the drainage improvements." Harrison said the board recommended $535,000 in financial aid to H-E-B. There will be a public hearing on the matter before council votes to spend the money. 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While age and body-mass index (BMI) are well-established risk factors for obstructive sleep apnea syndrome (OSAS), this disorder occurs across a wide spectrum of ages and weights. Preconceptions regarding "classic" patients with OSAS may lead to an under diagnosis in at-risk populations, particularly women or younger, non-overweight individuals. We hypothesized that disease severity is independent of age and BMI. We compared military service members to civilians to determine if disease severity was equivalent in a younger, less obese population.
Prospective study of consecutive patients diagnosed with OSAS. Active duty military, National Guardsmen and civilians were compared to determine if age and BMI correlated with disease severity.
270 subjects (120 active duty military, 80 National Guardsmen and 70 civilians) were included. Active duty military were significantly younger and less overweight than National Guardsmen and civilians. 64.3% of civilians and 48.8% of National Guardsmen were obese, while only 19.2% of active-duty had BMI ≥30 Kg/m2 (p<0.001 for both). However, prevalence of severe disease did not differ between groups. 37.5% of active duty had severe disease, compared with 42.5% of National Guard and 45.7% of civilians (p=0.18 and 0.09, respectively). BMI did not differ between active duty with severe disease and those with mild or moderate OSAS (26.7 Kg/m2 versus 26.9 Kg/m2, p=0.40) and disease severity did not correlate with BMI (R=0.09, p=0.33). There was a low correlation between age and AHI (R=0.21, p=0.02).
OSAS occurs in young, non-obese individuals. While obesity and age are risk factors for OSAS, they did not correlate with disease severity. Obesity is not a diagnostic criterion for OSAS and should not be required for evaluation.
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Isaac Barrow (1613 – 24 June 1680) was an English clergyman and Bishop, consecutively, of Sodor and Man and St Asaph, and also served as Governor of the Isle of Man. He is sometimes confused with his more famous namesake and nephew, Isaac Barrow (1630–1677), the mathematician and theologian.
Origins and early career[edit]
Barrow was the son of Isaac Barrow of Spinney Abbey, Wickham, Cambridgeshire, a landowner and justice of the peace for over forty years. In July 1629 he was admitted to Peterhouse, Cambridge, of which he became a fellow in 1635.[1] In 1641 he was appointed rector of Hinton, a college living, but was expelled by the Presbyterians in 1643. Thereafter, he served as a chaplain at New College, Oxford, until the surrender of Oxford to the Parliamentary army in 1646.
Ecclesiastical advancement[edit]
Following the Restoration (and by now a Doctor of Divinity), Barrow received back his fellowship at Peterhouse and was appointed a Fellow of Eton College on 12 July 1660. In 1660 he was also presented to the rectory of Downham, in the diocese of Ely.
Bishop and Governor of Man[edit]
In July 1663, having resigned his fellowship of Peterhouse in the previous year, he was consecrated bishop of Sodor and Man. His nephew preached the consecration sermon. In April 1664, the Earl of Derby also appointed him Governor of the Isle of Man. During his brief residence there he acquired a liberal and reforming reputation, establishing schools and improving the livings of the impoverished clergy. By virtue of his establishment in 1668 of the Bishop Barrow Trust, he is generally regarded as the founder of King William's College (where his arms are displayed on the badge), although the school did not open until 1833.
Bishop of St Asaph[edit]
Returning to England for the sake of his health, Barrow lived at Cross-Hall, in Lathom, Lancashire, a house belonging to the Stanley family. On 21 March 1669, he was translated to the bishopric of St Asaph, but he was permitted to hold the see of Sodor and Man in commendam until October 1671, in order to defray the expenses of his translation. At St Asaph, he again displayed energy and zeal, carrying out substantial repairs to the cathedral church and the episcopal palace, as well as building in 1673 an almshouse for eight poor widows. He died at Shrewsbury in 1680 before his plans for a free school at St Asaph came to fruition, but his successor received £200 from his executors to that end.
Barrow did not marry. He is buried in the Cathedral churchyard at St Asaph, where his tombstone was the cause of some theological controversy. It invited those entering the church to pray for his soul – a Catholic practice not generally promoted in the Church of England.
- ^ "Barrow, Isaac (BRW631I)". A Cambridge Alumni Database. University of Cambridge.
- Chalmers, General Biographical Dictionary (London, 1812)
- Isaac Barrow – Bishop 1663–1669
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|Preceded by
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This is a discussion on Man Assaulted In FL Restaurant Because Child Was Noisy! within the In the News: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly forums, part of the The Back Porch category; A man in a Florida Olive Garden was arrested after assaulting another man because his autistic child was being disruptive and disturbing the man's meal. ...
A man in a Florida Olive Garden was arrested after assaulting another man because his autistic child was being disruptive and disturbing the man's meal.
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What a jerk.... The nerve of some people.
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+1...a REAL jerk. I know someone with an autistic child..it's very challenging, they can't just live their lives in a cave.
Blankfeld told police that the noise of the children, including one with autism, disturbed his dinner.
I believe that this fellow (Blandfeld) will be having some very quiet dinners for a while.
Proverbs 27:12 says: The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and suffer for it.
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Good to see that assault and battery is taken to be just that.
Accommodating life simply isn't that difficult. Those great little earplugs we use on the range? They work equally well on a night out, when in a noisy place. Simply pop 'em in and let people life their lives. Better than risking imprisonment or worse due to one's own stupidity and intolerance.
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Thoughts: Justifiable self defense (A.O.J.).
Explain: How does disarming victims reduce the number of victims?
Reason over Force: Why the Gun is Civilization (Marko Kloos).
I'm usually not one to stick my nose in other people's business - but - If I were close by and saw something like this about to happen I'd have to get between the family with the kid and the jerk.
For God, Family and Country!
I personally wouldn't be taking a noisy child to Olive Garden just coz it's not really a kid friendly place, however that does NOT in any way excuse the man's actions!!
Guy's already out on the street. I'm highly disappointed in the way the law handles stuff like that.
I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted, I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other people and I expect the same from them. -- John Wayne as John B. Books in "The Shootist"
Didn't ctsketch post this very scenario as a hypothetical about 2 days ago? Strange coincidence.
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After a rather unfortunate event, a simple rich man during Victorian times is plunged into a horrific nightmare that he can only hope to be in his head.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary… The tale I am writing down this cold December evening, is no poem. It is not some childish folktale or fable, but a warning. As you read on you may be inclined to bar your windows and doors, or maybe just to close the story, and never read it again, but the warning I have to offer is that such things give no protection. These words you are about to gaze upon as you read forth are as true as anything you may read in the papers, and four times as frightening. Alas, the time I have to finish this is quickly fleeing from me, for my execution is at hand, so I shall simply pen the summarized version of the events that landed me here.
It was another cold evening in December when the terrible actions began to take place, and they all happened in my humble abode, the Walker Estate. I, being Mr. George Walker, am, or at least I was, the lord of the Estate and lived there with my wife, Sally, and our three children.
My grandfather, Grandfather Walker, was coming to visit us at the estate that night, so Sally had the servant prepare a wonderful three course meal of turkey, potatoes, and many other delicious morsels. He arrived on schedule, around five o'clock, and after exchanging a few kind words with him, we all sat down to the great meal. Everything was faring quite to my content, until it happened. The large chandelier hanging above the table began to make a rather loud creaking sound as it continued to illuminate the entire room with its candles, and other than the sound, all was well. All of a sudden, the creaking became louder for a brief second, and the chain holding the chandelier simply snapped of old age! The massive ornament fell and collided with the table almost catching the thing on fire. One of the servants ran for a bucket of water, and attempted to put out the candles, but the water missed completely and drenched the floor on the other side of the table. What I was about to do next sealed my families unpleasant doom. There was a large spittoon on the other side of the room, and I decided to rush for it. Running as fast as I could, I slipped forward on the large puddle of water created by the servant, and went headlong into Grandfather Walker's side. Being of a rather unbalanced age, he fell forward towards the table, and was set ablaze by the burning candles! Trying to desperately reclaim my balance I fell a second time onto the ground. Calling for help, the nearest person was the servant who was busy escorting my wife and children out of the house, just in case the chandelier did spread fire through the remainder of the house.
Finally I reclaimed my balance, and threw the spittoon's contents over my burning grandfather, who was unable to pull himself from the flames. To my relief, the fire extinguished, but my joy lasted only a moment. He lifted his charred head, and looked at me through reddened eyes and said, "What have you done?" and, unable to close his eyes because his eyelids had burned away, he died staring at me.
Since most of the candles went out with the spittoon's contents, when the servant came back with a bucket of water the rest went out easily. I told of Grandfather Walker's fate, and then I had to tell Sally and the children as well, and a funeral was to be held the following afternoon.
The following day, at the funeral, the next of the horrific events that would plunge me headlong into a terrible nightmare, took its course. It happened when we were meant to view the body, and say goodbye to him once and for all. First my wife, Sally, went, and then my mother and the children. When it was my turn to go up, I took with me two silver coins, to cover his forever-open eyes. I stepped up, and bent over the coffin to see him in his final state. The body was as I expected, dressed in a suit, and burned badly. I said a few words to him, then said goodbye before putting the coins onto his eyes to shut them. It was after "goodbye" left my lips when it happened: his dead eyes stopped staring at the ceiling, and they flashed over towards me, and the corpse whispered, "It's not goodbye yet." And as he let out a small ominous laugh, I fell backwards off of the steps, the coins clanging to the ground.
His words haunted me throughout the remainder of the funeral, not just because he spoke them when he was dead, but also because I was worried what they may mean. I was very thankful no one further questioned my falling when I said I had slipped, for being thought of as mad would not help my situation.
I never thought myself as a superstitious man, but shaking off the past events of that day as simple mind tricks, was easier said than done. Eventually though I was able to put them aside for the most part. Finding myself in a cheerier mood after I had done so, I went home with the family and was ready for a great meal, with a new chandelier. Having such delicious food without any fatal interruptions had put me into an even greater mood, until the moon began to rise into the night sky.
Being exhausted from the long day, Sally and I had decided to go to bed early, the same time as the children, but it was not long after we lay down when I heard a noise in the kitchen area downstairs. I told Sally I would be back shortly, and I left the bedroom. Hearing the odd noise again, sort of a faint jingling, I picked up my pace and lost my footing at the top of the stairs. I toppled head over heels down the entire flight, and landed on my face with a loud thud, at the foot of the stairs. A sharp pain shot through my body when I landed, and I could tell my nose was bleeding. Starting to feel a bit faint and light-headed I tried to stand up, but when I saw what was in front of me, I immediately fell. A pair of silver coins, stained with blood lay before me, but I had only gazed upon them for a second before I fell into unconsciousness, smelling the pungent aroma of burnt human flesh as I did.
It was around midnight when I woke up in my own bed, and feeling no pain in my body, I had assumed that the event on the stairs was a nightmare, and had not even happened. That was of course until I realized my nose was bent and twisted, making me believe it was broken, and Sally simply helped me back into bed. I lifted my arm out from under the sheets and brought it about her, trying to show affection, but I pulled it away when I felt it get wet. The candles next to the bed had been blown out, and the window shut, so I could not even see her. I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the matchbox and lit one. The first thing that I saw when the match lit was myself in the mirror across the room, and I almost screamed in terror. The entire upper half of my body was drenched in blood, and bits of bloody human flesh dotted my nightgown! Trying to withhold my scream, I turned to Sally's side of the bed to shake her awake, but I found sheets also drenched in blood, and her head looking the other way. At that point I was worrying for my wife's life, and I continued with my plan to shake her awake, but when I touched her head it toppled off of the other side of the bed! I threw the sheets off of what I hoped would be the rest of her body, but what I saw next finally made me scream. Her entire nightgown was covered in blood, and a knife, which I recognized as mine, was protruding from her chest. I let out a loud scream of terror and fell backwards out of bed, instantly getting up and running out of the room to check on the children.
To add to the horrific night I was being thrown into, there was a loud crash outside of the house, signaling to me that there was a storm. Every so often the lightning flashed through the window, illuminating the halls with a white glow, and making it slightly easier for me to see. After I left the bedroom I stopped running for fear of falling again as I made my way to the children's room. Suddenly there was a large flash of lightning that lit the entire house for a brief second, and the eerie shape of a child formed in front of me, but when the light went away so did the form. I had assumed I was hallucinating images because of what happened with Sally, but that soon changed when another flash of lightning came through the windows; suddenly there was another form in the hallway, but instead of a shadowing figure there stood all three of my children, plain as day, and pale as ghosts. For the split second they were there I ran for them, asking them if they were okay, with no reply. When they disappeared I started to become paranoid, looking over my shoulder every few seconds, hoping that this was all a bad nightmare. I was nearing the children's bedroom door then, and I feared greatly what was going to be behind it. Reaching for the doorknob, there was another flash of lightning, and I jumped back and fell over myself when the knob appeared like the face of one of my children. After the room became dark again, everything was back to normal, and after slowly standing I reached cautiously for the door once more. It slowly creaked open as it usually did and, shaking in fear, I glanced inside. Alas, the room was very dark and I was unable to see anything, so I took another match from the box in my hand and struck it. The small light that it gave off was barely enough to see two feet in front of me, so I was forced to walk closer to one of the beds. "William?"I whispered… no reply. "William?"still no reply came from the bed and just as I feared the room lit up white as yet another flash of lightning came through the windows. Quickly I looked around, and I almost fainted at the sight. Each of the three children was lying in their beds, with a frozen look of horror on their faces. Their heads were severed from their bodies, and the bodies were slashed to ribbons with a knife.
The next morning the storm was over and I found myself lying in my bed, clutching my wife's severed head to my chest. A mad person I am not, and I was not then, but the dread and fear that night put me through was enough to make any man go through a state of trauma. The only thing that was able to bring me out for a moment was the loud knocking at the door, and even then I went to answer it like a walking corpse.
To my utter despair the one who knocked was the servant, and behind him five policemen. They most likely had come to investigate my screams from the night before. All of them made a face of confusion and horror when they saw my blood-soaked nightgown that I was still wearing, and the police did not even wait to arrest me. They forced me into the coach they arrived in and were pulling away when I saw it. Standing on the front steps of the house were four people, my three children pale as ghosts, my wife, Sally, holding her severed head under her arm, and standing above of all of them on the balcony was Grandfather Walker, charred and blackened. He was holding a blood- stained knife… my knife. They all disappeared from the steps in a gust of wind, leaving me to the hangman's noose.
To those reading this story you may think I currently fear my date of execution, but I anticipate it. As I said once before, bars cannot keep you from the specters and fears like those I have told you of, because sooner or later you will have to meet them. The second my neck snaps at the gallows, I will be meeting mine, and I will be able to take my revenge just as my grandfather did.


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