September Aflame


A/N: Hm, Sengoku Basara is in my writing blood today. Happens after "Silenced", but before "Element of Surprise" (which is a really suckish fic of mine, LOL, unless someone drops a review on it)


And tonight we will watch the September skies burn.


It's amazing how they seem to dance on the edge of the blade.

"Aaah!"

"Help-!"

"No!"

"Mercy!"

Mercy is for the weak. Mercy is for the lost. Mercy is for the dead. Mercy is-

"Mercy is non-existent." The final blow and the grasp of the demonic instrument glow brighter than the bloodlust in her eyes.

One knee was digging itself into the ground, and the other supports both of her wrists, which in turn were supporting the weight of the sword. The blade was held towards the sky. Blood is freely dripping from the tip of her sword, pooling itself onto the dirt. The burning embers contrasted with her figure; hair brushing away with the wind, eyes glinting an inner madness, skin bandaged, scars bleeding, and lips parting.

Another swarm of foot soldiers were fast approaching her still form.

She inhales and exhales a shaking breath, and smiles.

She stands upright, head turned to the side. A quick spin of the sword sends the leftover blood spilling everywhere. A drop landed on the corner of her lip. The smile became a teeth-showing grin, before the blood was licked clean.

The war cries were blurred and distant as she sheates the sword.

"Come for me," She turns to them, a modified iaido stance welcomes them; she leans forward with a leg outstretched, her right hand on the hilt of the katana, her left demonic arm outstreched.

The moment they set foot on a two-and-a-half-yard radius, she shouts; "Blood movement; Snake Bite!"

Wild, stabbing movements puncture armor and bone.

Bodies turn into corpses as they fall onto the dirt.

"Any more?" Her laughter turns into an evil cackle by the time the last body falls.

The whisper of the wind sends her defense faltering.

"He's hhere, isn't he?" She whispers to herself in sadistic glee. She cranes her neck over her shoulder as black smoke cleared a few yards behind her.

"He is, he is..!" She embraces the bloodied sword to her body as she feels him draw invisibly near.

She turns and is welcomed by a darkened figure.

"There you are—!" She shouts before he disappears into smoke, silently wishing that he would reappear at her side with his lips at her ear. She shivers with maddening delight.

At she wished, black smoke solidifies into a human figure; quickly after, a thin blade was pressed down on her jaw. She inhales a nervous breath before whispering, "Will you kill me?" She smiles widely.

She took his silence as a form of approval.

She spins in his sharp grasp, thin marks leaving themselves onto her skin, "Then why don't you?"

She presses close, her hands lacthing themselves onto his chest and the back of his neck. "Hell's calling for me.."

She hears his breath hitch and shorten into a shocked gasp as she cocks her head to the side.

"You're more beautiful when you're terrified," She inhales as he exhales, seansing a predominant fear in him.

He remains silent as she pulls his face to hers, lapping her lips over his.


"The Septmeber skies have turned gray, the midnight moon lights over the flames." A heavy breath escapes her mouth as the wound on her shoulder bleeds into a warm pool of blood.

She lies along the paved road, left for dead, the sensation on her lips never leaving.


A/N: And that's the ending.. Sucks, I know.. I might write longer ones with more plot.

Review and she'll stay alive. (lol)

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