Chapter 1 : For My Most Dear..
(This is the past, and there will be a lot of flash backs in this book, so if that not your style I'm sorry. What happened will be explained as our Mc grows into his own right, so I hope you understand and enjoy.)
*drip drip
The sound was steady and rhythmic, out of place but some how still in focus, as the dark brown of the earth, was turned red with blood. The colors of white, black, and silver mixed well with the dark of the purple moon lit sky. The clouds, and trees seemed to dance as the wind kicked up, blowing leaves across this silent ground. The moons light moving in and out of the clouds, showing the world for a breath of a moment, only to be gone once again.
"Hmm, are you satisfied yet?" In the dark, a deep voice came to life, it was not cold but not warm either. It just seemed to be, as if someone was talking without care.
The person in question, came out of the shadows of the trees, first only a silhouette but soon, their face came into the light, there wavy face length hair, that blew in the wind, to there pitch black pupils that had no light in them, a long scar going over the top of his right eye, to the strange robes he had on, a long with a book in his hand, and his black (espada type) boots that crushed the grass.
The man's body moved forward, to one of the other people here, his eyes locking on to a beautiful yet dead eyed beauty, her long black hair that went down her body, to her black rode that resembled his, but with a white haori over it, then to her hand that clutched her chest. Her breathing was rough as blood dripped from her hand, trying to cover the large stab wound at its center, while her other hand was on her sword's hilt, holding herself up.
"I thought I told you not to come, can you never listen?" Getting her breathing under control, she spoke in a almost honey like voice, even with her eyes still just as cold.
"No.. but you know this already.. not when it comes to you." The man spoke once more, his body moving away from the woman, and over to a lump on the ground.
His eyes looked down, his hair moving in front of his face as he looked at the lump, or he should call it another person. A young black haired boy, his robes were that of the poor, even before all the scars and cuts that lined his body. His eyes were closed, blood dripped from his forehead to his chin, and over one of his eyes, it was clear the boy was unconscious, as he didn't move at all as the man came near.
"All this for.. what? What did it amount to? Ha' but that's a question for later, you never answered me.. are you satisfied?" The man pulled his eyes away from the body, his head looking over to the woman who watched on, as a green light flashed in his hand.
"The boy will die anyway, there is no need for you to end it." The woman spoke, her eyes glued to the man, then to the sword he held in his hand. She watched as he moved it back and forth for a moment as he tilted his head to her.
"Then it shouldn't matter, that is unlike you.. from what I watched you enjoyed yourself, yet still.." The mans words were filled with a longing type of emotion, as he lifted his sword, the tip aimed at the boys heart as he brought it down.
*sfx for slicing
*drip *drip
"I..I.." after a long moment of silence, words came forth like honey, as the woman tried to speak out. Her hand gripped the blade, while her blood dripped down onto the boys chest. The instant the sword came down she disappeared, only to reappear next to the boy, as she caught the sword.
"There is nothing to be said.." Watching her back, as her body leaned over the boy and protected him. The man let out a sigh. His sword didn't move until she let go as a flash of green light shined.
"It has been 500 years, since I saw that look in your eyes, some how I still reached, I reached for what I could never grasp, and yet here we are. Maybe it is time, time for a new.." the man spoke again, his words some how uneven as he did, almost as if they broke watching her back.
"The boy is like us, like you when I first found you.. yet different." The woman's words were shaken as well, her eyes never leaving the boy's face.
"Is that so? Hmm.. then it really is time for a change, hopefully, he can fulfill that desire.. you so long for." Then the man tilted his head with a smile, "Well I'm going.." after a while the man spoke, yet this time his words were flat and steady as he turned away. While he looked at the woman's back shake a little, only to see her remain in the same place.
"Stay! I.. I.. I am still your captain.. there is no.." the woman tried to yell but felt him move away, her head snapping to looked at his back as he tilted his head.
"You will always be more then just that.. my captain.." With those words, he disappeared as the woman's eyes shrank, only for the air around her to change as everything started to shake.
"Captain!" The air stopped shaking as shadows appeared around the woman, each one was shaking as they looked at the woman who stood over a boy, saying only a single word as they bowed their heads.
"Enough, take this boy to be healed, and set him loose…" the woman spoke, pointing at the boy at her feet, every word seemed to crush them as they looked at the ground even more, hearing her step away.
"What will you do captain.." out of all of the people present, one voice came out to ask, as each saw the wounds on the woman's body.
"I have other matters, just see that what I have said is done.." Her voice loosing its pressure as before they could say anything, she disappeared. The weight lifted off of them as the men looked at each other, nodding as they did what they were ordered.
(Meanwhile)
"Is this really your choice? Are you sure you can handle the consequences?" In the dark of a room, a old, powerful and yet smooth voice rang out. Shaking the wood below them, and that of the building around them, ever so slightly.
"Yes, for now.. I wish to stop. You may look at me how ever you wish, Yamamoto. I have grown tired of fighting.. that is all." In this dark place, another, younger yet equally as deep voice sounded out. Their face flicked in the light of candles as they sat on their knees.
"Very well.. yet to think.. you of all people would go so far.." the old man said in a voice that seemed to be a whisper, yet it reached the young man's ears.
"For her.. no for the one, I hold most dear in this world.. I would gladly do so.." Soon the sounds of movement could be heard, as the young man stood, as if practiced, a green light flashed and a sword was held facing down.
"Now come, Bukku obu ji Endo.. Kako o kakikaeru.." the sword in his hand glowing as it dyed the world in a beautiful green, his face tilting to see a woman stand in the door frozen as she looked at his face.