and so here is my story. Sherlock belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
and Kenshin and crew belong to Nobuhiro Watsuki.
Intro
It had poured down rain in London for two days straight and looked like it was not going to let up.
Watson stepped out of the buggy, quickly paying the diver and ran as fast as he could because his broken umbrella was half open offering little shelter from the rain.
With in seconds he was under the eaves of the infamous building on 221b Baker St. to see the man who had made it so well known.
He rang the doorbell, shuffled his feet while waiting. Miss Hudson squinted though the peephole and sighed musically in relive to see Watson.
"Oh thank God you're here Doctor."
"What seems to be the matter?"
"Ughh a courier arrived with an a official looking envelope / with some strange lettering Chinese, Japanese or something of that sort. Anyway he's been in a dither ever since."
Miss Hudson opened the door then toke the broken umbrella expertly form his slightly wet hands. Then she led him up the stairs and rapped briskly on the door.
"WHAT NOW!!!" Holmes thundered form inside his flat.
"Watson’s 'ere! Better open up!" hollered Miss Hudson in shrill voice, her cockney accent emerging out of her frustration.
The door swung wildly open revealing a glowering, disheveled Sherlock Holmes.
"Get in and looked it behind you."
Watson raise an eyebrow, tip his hat to Miss Hudson and stepped unawares into one to one of the greatest adventures of his life.
Chap.2
Holmes study was never usually tidy until Miss Hudson meddled her way into the room and cleaned it. But this was chaos.
Books were strewn about form corner to corner. Regardless how hard he tried he could not avoid stepping on a text or two.
"Holmes what going on here?"
Holmes said nothing but flittered like a moth form volume to volume.
"If you don't mind my asking what are you up to?"
"Watson do you know of the island nation of Japan?"
"Well I've heard of it, although I don't know very much about it." Watson answered truthfully.
"Well the British Embassy station there has been threatened on numerous occasions. It has been suggested that one of the main culprits are members of the Satsuma clan, who murdered a British merchant, then the British fleet bombards Kagoshima in retaliation in the year 1863."
"I was stationed in Afghanistan then."
Watson softly replied, with memories awash in his mind.
"They have a man investigating the case.
His name is Saito Hajime but the British Government would prefer if a British detective did examine the case as well."
Holmes sauntered over to the messy desk and thumbed though some papers and produced documents and put them on the coffee table.
"Here are the travel plans to Japan, first we'll take the or..."
"What just a moment Holmes! Are you suggesting that I' am going to be dragged along on this trip?"
"Why not? Your the only one who can stand going far away form the comforts of home."
"As long as it's in Europe...but this is so far..."
"Why not "Blaze a new trail" as the American saying goes."
Watson did not say anything. Carefully, weighing out the cost of his decision.
"...Alright I'll come with you."
"I thought you would." Holmes said with indifference but Watson knew that he was glad that he was coming with him.
One mouth later...
Watson was very irritable near the end of the trip. He did fine on the train to India, but the steamship is were he had some difficulty Watson had some sea sickness for three weeks and still felt a little dizzy form time to time. Watson sat on the benches provided for the passengers.
He heard a loud dog bark and rolled his eyes. Toby the bloodhound who Holmes insisted they would take along frequently had got in the galley much to the cook’s dismay.
As he sat there he wondered when he could ever get back on land
well thats all for now folks please Post
"Foul Beast"
And I did this at 11 p.m. 
this is cool, its getting better the further into the story it goes, keep up the good work 
