Yes I'm Immortal, Yes I Fight Yumou, Yes I Am One

My name is Seishirou Uyehara and I am a student at Arasoi Academy. You may think that I'm a normal teen: constantly studying for exams and dealing with social lives. True i have all of that, but I also have to deal with Youmu. Youmu are evil spirits that can possess people and must be dealt with by Spirit World Warriors. As a member of the Uyehara clan I am entitled to a spot as a Warrior and have the ability to use the elements around me as a weapon, like my father and forefathers before me. Yet it gets worse. I am the walking conundrum, that rarity that occurs once in a millenia. And yet within the Kanto region of Japan, I sit here. For you see, I am part Youmu, and I hunt Youmu...see the issue? It doesnt bother me as much since I am also half human and Youmu are pure demons. I'm sure youre wondering: So this means what exactly? This means that I can heal quickly to any damage inflicted on me, as Youmu can, yet I have the fullest lifespan of a human. In a sense I hunt my kind, but others also hunt me: like now for instance, another warrior has cornered me with her blade against my neck.

"So, whaddya think happens if I cut you? Will it hurt? Will you feel it?" Her voice was almost at a hiss and I could sense her anger.

"It will hurt, but I won't die..." I muttered that it was a waste of her time but the girl did not seem to care.

"Well only one way to find out!"

She began slicing at my innards, my intestines spilling onto the floor. I could feel the blood pumping through my heart and onto the floor as liters upon liters began to stain the carpet of my apartment. The Cleaners would come by to fix it, so it wasnt a worry of mine.

"Why dont you scream? Youre no fun even for a half Youmu..."

She seemed disapointed, I was not screaming for the fact that this happened regularly. Some punk-ass Warrior would sense me and try to kill me, but to no avail. I was becoming agitated, and the pain was getting worse.

"GODDAMMIT! START HEALING IDIOT!"

She sliced my stomach in half, and i saw my dinner: which consisted of a sandwich and some chips, mixing with my insides. All in all it was not a pretty sight and I was sick of it.

"I really didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice..."

"HA! Like you can do anything in your current state? FOOL!"

She then proceeded to kick my intestines, as if they were toys.

"Again you leave me no choice..."

I sped to my feet with a sword in my hand. While she was gawking, I had turned the blood that was staining my carpet into a sword, and for her sake she better hope I didn't have AIDS. I shoved the sword into her nerves along her arm, stunning her, and laid her paralyzed body on the back porch. She began to cry.

"Stop your crying, the Cleaners will be here soon, you will be fine."

"Mommy...where are you?..." She began to whisper.

I sighed, they were always like this. The Cleaners soon came and took her to the hospital. They tended to the blood staining the carpets and helped me keep my intestines inside of me. I was placed on my bed and given morphine. One thing I've learned: The pain is endless, and no amount of morphine prepares you for the resewing of your entire flesh. I muffled my cries under a pillow and awaited the dawn.