Death by the Moon
Disclaimer: I don't own rurouni kenshin and I never will. Most characters do not belong to me, but all original ideas are mine. No stealing! ^-^
Authors Note: Hey guys, I'm starting up a new story, so no flames please. I've written before I have another name, but I decided to start over.if you've read another story, and you recognize me style, feel free to ask about it! Ok.well.This isn't gonna be the greatest chapter ever.but it's a start. ^_^ byee.
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Candle-lit lamps, surrounded by panes of glass, light the way down the unpaved road of Kyoto. Many families hustle about, finishing off holiday shopping. Breath rose in mists into the night sky, as the cold night's wind raged on. The misted street lamp illuminated the face of a young boy, in his late teens, walking a slow pace, hands in his pockets. With each step he took, his light black boots made an imprint in the cold rough snow.
The figure of the young boy was small, yet built. His frame stood leaning against a lamppost as he paused to rest, pulling from his pocket a small dagger. Letting the light flow over its intricately carved handle, he stared at the double snake, and then wings that were etched into the rough wooden handle of his dagger. Eyes traveling up to the radiant moon, he remembered upon the night he received this dagger.
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" Shinta! Escape quickly! "
" No mother! I will stay and fight!"
It was a cold night on the streets of Kyoto-fu, a fearsome group of underground assassins had been out. . Particularly a young man by the name of Shinori.
" You fools are not capable of understanding the true nature of a warrior. A warrior is built and fueled by a flame, which lights us all. That flame lights in the darkness, evil creeping up on its warm embers. However it strikes back, keeping alive pacing well. The world is against us all, and you kill to live, "he whispered into the air, breath rising into the air in clouds.
He kneeled by the several bodies of young men who had tried to fend themselves. One was a more aged warrior, by the name of Sagara. He had instead tried his fists, rather than a sword. Strangely enough he was the most successful of the four, but still failed in his attempt. He lay on the ground gasping for air, which came in sharp pains.
Shinori gave a short cold laugh, after eyeing them a moment. He stood up, and drew his blade, which glimmered into the night. Rising it high above his head, he looked upwards to the sky along with his blade.
"God forgive me for this death, but to put him out of his misery and into his place, it must be done. "
He quickly pulled the blade downwards at Sagara's left side, and quickly twisted it after inserting itself into him. Thrusting forward himself, he dove into the blade, allowing Sagara's blood to splatter his cloak. Removing the blade, he saw the frozen eyes of Sagara as he muttered his last word.
"Kaoru.."
Shinori turned around to see a frightened woman and a young boy cowering in fear on the snow, but also a hint of anger in the woman's eyes.
" You are the wife and child of this man?" he whispered quietly, but loudly enough for them to hear it.
"No sir, we are instead alone, merely passerby. However, what you have done is horrible here! I will be sure to kill you! "
Shinori looked the woman over again. Definitely not a fighter, however she spoke in words that were rough, as if they held some truth. He smirked and kneeled down beside the woman, who had gotten to her feet. He stared at the ground and spoke in a voice, mockingly and sarcastically.
" I'm sorry dear lady I should not have intruded on you! Your eyes are stained with the sight of death, you nose with the stench of blood, and your fingers. Oh wait, what fingers?"
He smirked casually, as he put away the dagger held in his fingers. Standing up he looked the woman straight in the eyes, which were quite wide and frozen with fear. He had chopped off her fingers in a mere instant.
" W-W-Who are you?! "
"Shinori. Shinori Satsugai."
She fainted in shock, and Shinori took this instant to finish her off. As he resheathed his katana, he wiped off the blood, and turned to the young boy merely sitting at the side of her. In his hands were clamped a rock.
" Bakayarou!"
He lunged forward, his feet pounding the ground. Surprisingly fast for a 5 year old, he rushed at Shinori. Yet he was ready for anything, and dodged his attack in an instant. The boy slipped and fell into the snow, tears staining the wet snow.
"WHY?!"
"Stubborn child."
He raised his dagger once more, and thrust it at the young boy who rolled over. However the dagger slipped past his left eye. A cut appeared there, and blood spurted from his left eye, leaving him moaning in pain. He picked up the dagger, and walked over to the young boy, and observed the cut. He would be blind. He picked up the dagger once more, smirked, and slashed his other eye with the very same cut. Perfect. He would regain sight by the age of 19 or so, but if he managed to live that long it would be long dark and torturous.
Shinori put the dagger into the boy's hands that clasped the dagger instinctively. Grasping it by the bladed end he quickly brought his fingers up to his face to try to suck on his fingers, to help it. However the dagger was still in his hands and created a nearly vertical cut on his left cheek. He fainted and fell over unconscious from loss of blood after that.
A pool of red splattered the snow as Shinta hit the ground. Shinori bent over Shinta and smirked. Seeing a name written on the shirt in black paint, he chuckled.
" Shinta's your name eh? That's no name for a warrior. Here. Take this name. "
Shinori took some of the blood and wrote in a new name on the shirt. Battousai.
" Battousai I leave you with my sacred dagger. If I see you in 15 years and you have regained sight, we will battle to the death. Good day. "
He bowed and left Shinta crying on the floor in an unconscious state.
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Battousai looked up, his red eyes sore from crying. It was painful to remember his mother's death, something that bothered him so. He was nearly 17 and these holidays would be the worst. He would be alone
Most of the time a family by the name of Seijuro allowed him to stay for the holidays. However, he had murdered and so they had kicked him out . He sighed, not sure of his assassin life and where it would lead him
He rose to his feet, and immediately headed for a small abandoned shack he used to live in. It may not be much, but it was home. He closed his useless eyes, and sighed. Pausing to lean against a wall he remembered how hard those months had been shortly after he met Shinori. He remembered how his 'father' had tried to teach him to see.
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"Father! I cannot see! How do you expect me to fight if I cannot see!"
"Use your special gift Battousai! "
" What gift?"
" The gift you've always had. Your 9 and still haven't stumbled upon it?! You always were so aware of things. Your second sight baka-deshi!"
Battousai closed his eyes, and stared about, uselessly. He searched for something. anything. and suddenly he found something. His father was holding a sword 10 feet in front of him, while behind him was a sturdy wall. He jammed his eyes open, as if he could see but found darkness. Confused, he stared at his master, who understood.
" See? Second sight! Now use it! "
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His 'father' happened to be one of the most political leaders in Tokyo at the time. However when he was murdered by a man named Saitoh, he was sent to the Seijuro's. He began trekking to his home once more, his sight flitting past all the obvious. He knew the path by heart. He turned the last corner but instead a shadowed figure stood in his path. Not able to make out intricate features due to the dimness of light, he tried to studied his frame. It was big. Over a foot taller than his.
" Move! Now! "
" Ahh. Battousai. I've finally found you! "
" Who are you? "
Battousai's stomach lurched upon the answer he received. __________________________________________________________
Authors note: its obvious but not too obvious. Eh, I told you it would be a crappy chapter. But don't worry I'll develop the story more in the next chapter! This was more to just look back upon his past!
baka - fool, idiot
Baka-deshi - idiot student/child
Bakayarou - asshole
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Disclaimer: I don't own rurouni kenshin and I never will. Most characters do not belong to me, but all original ideas are mine. No stealing! ^-^
Authors Note: Hey guys, I'm starting up a new story, so no flames please. I've written before I have another name, but I decided to start over.if you've read another story, and you recognize me style, feel free to ask about it! Ok.well.This isn't gonna be the greatest chapter ever.but it's a start. ^_^ byee.
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Candle-lit lamps, surrounded by panes of glass, light the way down the unpaved road of Kyoto. Many families hustle about, finishing off holiday shopping. Breath rose in mists into the night sky, as the cold night's wind raged on. The misted street lamp illuminated the face of a young boy, in his late teens, walking a slow pace, hands in his pockets. With each step he took, his light black boots made an imprint in the cold rough snow.
The figure of the young boy was small, yet built. His frame stood leaning against a lamppost as he paused to rest, pulling from his pocket a small dagger. Letting the light flow over its intricately carved handle, he stared at the double snake, and then wings that were etched into the rough wooden handle of his dagger. Eyes traveling up to the radiant moon, he remembered upon the night he received this dagger.
~~~~~~~~~~~
" Shinta! Escape quickly! "
" No mother! I will stay and fight!"
It was a cold night on the streets of Kyoto-fu, a fearsome group of underground assassins had been out. . Particularly a young man by the name of Shinori.
" You fools are not capable of understanding the true nature of a warrior. A warrior is built and fueled by a flame, which lights us all. That flame lights in the darkness, evil creeping up on its warm embers. However it strikes back, keeping alive pacing well. The world is against us all, and you kill to live, "he whispered into the air, breath rising into the air in clouds.
He kneeled by the several bodies of young men who had tried to fend themselves. One was a more aged warrior, by the name of Sagara. He had instead tried his fists, rather than a sword. Strangely enough he was the most successful of the four, but still failed in his attempt. He lay on the ground gasping for air, which came in sharp pains.
Shinori gave a short cold laugh, after eyeing them a moment. He stood up, and drew his blade, which glimmered into the night. Rising it high above his head, he looked upwards to the sky along with his blade.
"God forgive me for this death, but to put him out of his misery and into his place, it must be done. "
He quickly pulled the blade downwards at Sagara's left side, and quickly twisted it after inserting itself into him. Thrusting forward himself, he dove into the blade, allowing Sagara's blood to splatter his cloak. Removing the blade, he saw the frozen eyes of Sagara as he muttered his last word.
"Kaoru.."
Shinori turned around to see a frightened woman and a young boy cowering in fear on the snow, but also a hint of anger in the woman's eyes.
" You are the wife and child of this man?" he whispered quietly, but loudly enough for them to hear it.
"No sir, we are instead alone, merely passerby. However, what you have done is horrible here! I will be sure to kill you! "
Shinori looked the woman over again. Definitely not a fighter, however she spoke in words that were rough, as if they held some truth. He smirked and kneeled down beside the woman, who had gotten to her feet. He stared at the ground and spoke in a voice, mockingly and sarcastically.
" I'm sorry dear lady I should not have intruded on you! Your eyes are stained with the sight of death, you nose with the stench of blood, and your fingers. Oh wait, what fingers?"
He smirked casually, as he put away the dagger held in his fingers. Standing up he looked the woman straight in the eyes, which were quite wide and frozen with fear. He had chopped off her fingers in a mere instant.
" W-W-Who are you?! "
"Shinori. Shinori Satsugai."
She fainted in shock, and Shinori took this instant to finish her off. As he resheathed his katana, he wiped off the blood, and turned to the young boy merely sitting at the side of her. In his hands were clamped a rock.
" Bakayarou!"
He lunged forward, his feet pounding the ground. Surprisingly fast for a 5 year old, he rushed at Shinori. Yet he was ready for anything, and dodged his attack in an instant. The boy slipped and fell into the snow, tears staining the wet snow.
"WHY?!"
"Stubborn child."
He raised his dagger once more, and thrust it at the young boy who rolled over. However the dagger slipped past his left eye. A cut appeared there, and blood spurted from his left eye, leaving him moaning in pain. He picked up the dagger, and walked over to the young boy, and observed the cut. He would be blind. He picked up the dagger once more, smirked, and slashed his other eye with the very same cut. Perfect. He would regain sight by the age of 19 or so, but if he managed to live that long it would be long dark and torturous.
Shinori put the dagger into the boy's hands that clasped the dagger instinctively. Grasping it by the bladed end he quickly brought his fingers up to his face to try to suck on his fingers, to help it. However the dagger was still in his hands and created a nearly vertical cut on his left cheek. He fainted and fell over unconscious from loss of blood after that.
A pool of red splattered the snow as Shinta hit the ground. Shinori bent over Shinta and smirked. Seeing a name written on the shirt in black paint, he chuckled.
" Shinta's your name eh? That's no name for a warrior. Here. Take this name. "
Shinori took some of the blood and wrote in a new name on the shirt. Battousai.
" Battousai I leave you with my sacred dagger. If I see you in 15 years and you have regained sight, we will battle to the death. Good day. "
He bowed and left Shinta crying on the floor in an unconscious state.
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Battousai looked up, his red eyes sore from crying. It was painful to remember his mother's death, something that bothered him so. He was nearly 17 and these holidays would be the worst. He would be alone
Most of the time a family by the name of Seijuro allowed him to stay for the holidays. However, he had murdered and so they had kicked him out . He sighed, not sure of his assassin life and where it would lead him
He rose to his feet, and immediately headed for a small abandoned shack he used to live in. It may not be much, but it was home. He closed his useless eyes, and sighed. Pausing to lean against a wall he remembered how hard those months had been shortly after he met Shinori. He remembered how his 'father' had tried to teach him to see.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Father! I cannot see! How do you expect me to fight if I cannot see!"
"Use your special gift Battousai! "
" What gift?"
" The gift you've always had. Your 9 and still haven't stumbled upon it?! You always were so aware of things. Your second sight baka-deshi!"
Battousai closed his eyes, and stared about, uselessly. He searched for something. anything. and suddenly he found something. His father was holding a sword 10 feet in front of him, while behind him was a sturdy wall. He jammed his eyes open, as if he could see but found darkness. Confused, he stared at his master, who understood.
" See? Second sight! Now use it! "
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
His 'father' happened to be one of the most political leaders in Tokyo at the time. However when he was murdered by a man named Saitoh, he was sent to the Seijuro's. He began trekking to his home once more, his sight flitting past all the obvious. He knew the path by heart. He turned the last corner but instead a shadowed figure stood in his path. Not able to make out intricate features due to the dimness of light, he tried to studied his frame. It was big. Over a foot taller than his.
" Move! Now! "
" Ahh. Battousai. I've finally found you! "
" Who are you? "
Battousai's stomach lurched upon the answer he received. __________________________________________________________
Authors note: its obvious but not too obvious. Eh, I told you it would be a crappy chapter. But don't worry I'll develop the story more in the next chapter! This was more to just look back upon his past!
baka - fool, idiot
Baka-deshi - idiot student/child
Bakayarou - asshole
Need any other help with words I use? Jus task!
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