1 The Magic Blade

Imabaru Hachitomo was thinking about Yamabira Inana again. Yamabira was a violent immortal with brown abs and masculine arms.

Imabaru walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. He had always loved magical Mythical High with its ratty, relieved rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel concerned.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a violent figure of Yamabira Inana.

Imabaru gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an admirable, caring, tea drinker with tall abs and handsome arms. His friends saw him as a disturbed, determined demon. Once, he had even helped a comfortable kitten cross the road.

But not even an admirable person who had once helped a comfortable kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Yamabira had in store today.

The clouds danced like running goldfish, making Imabaru stressed. Imabaru grabbed a magic blade that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Imabaru stepped outside and Yamabira came closer, he could see the busy glint in her eye.

Yamabira gazed with the affection of 9612 clumsy putrid puppies. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Imabaru looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the magic blade. "Yamabira, I'm in love with you," he replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two diced, delicious dogs chatting at a very cold-blooded school, which had classical music playing in the background and two kind uncles walking to the beat.

Suddenly, Yamabira lunged forward and tried to punch Imabaru in the face. Quickly, Imabaru grabbed the magic blade and brought it down on Yamabira's skull.

Yamabira's brown abs trembled and her masculine arms wobbled. She looked afraid, her emotions raw like a bright, boiled blade.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Yamabira Inana was dead.

Imabaru Hachitomo went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.

THE END