Disclaimer:I don't own anyone!!....don't you believe me after you've shot me?
One shot!! ^_^ i haven't tried it yet--so this is new for me ^_^
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The darkness surrounds us like a black flame. So enchanting to look at but painful and deadly to the touch. Such is a past filled with screams of pain; intriguing you so that even though you want to shield your eyes, you cannot. Pain is the ever constant companion to death and sorrow; one that I know very well. For I was the bringer of such pain to those who I deemed unworthy of life. I was Death in a way, I was her shadow. I was her ugly side, her seductive side, her graceful side. The blood that seeped into the ground soaked my soul as well. Death gave me her blade of darkness, wielding it with ease in my hand as it cascaded down upon its victims.
Then, mercy was merely a visage of a word; extinct as the creatures of old. The mind of a child is easily corrupted, as are the souls and hearts of old men. A child mind is easily controlled, easily manipulated into thinking like the old men.
Born into blood and saved by it; what an irony that I should not even die by it. To bring endless suffering which in turn made my whole life worthless and painful. In the end, I know I deserve such hate. I would hate myself if the Battousai, deliverer of the Meji Era of Peace, had killed my family or loved one. My soul is cracked, my heart blackened and torn by time and grief. No one could ever love a beast such as I.
Even with my sword reversed, it will never be clean of the blood spilled with my need. Yes, my need for a Peaceful era was so great, that I had thought like the old men. I would kill anyone who got in the way of it. Anything to be happy. I was the one who was truly naive. I couldn't think for myself, just as long as the names on that letter were no more in existance to the world, would the people of Japan truly know Peace. But they only knew death, violence, and hate. The color that reigns supreme in their minds is crimson; the color of blood. The life source bleeding from the endless corpses that have piled upon my shoulders, weighing me down. And they should, because if I had not handled that sword, if I had not been so blind, those people would have still lived and I would have been spared a life of horror.
Now, I just exist, wasting away with the passing of the years repenting for my evils. Repenting; what a word for a wolf who had slain so many. It wasn't bloodlust, it was misplaced glory. I was a child who had taken up a sword, and in turn had challenged the land of Japan. I would mutilated her before I saved her. And she would do the same for me.
Next, I travel to Tokyo, a place of death like all the other places. Though none so dark and as depressing as Kyoto, the birth of Battousai the manslayer. I pray to the heavens that my dreams tonight will not plague me with the ghosts of the dead, though I know that will never happen. Forever, until I die and pass into the realm of Hell, will I ever truly repent for those I had slain. For then, the happiness that had been lost would be found once more, and I would be able to breathe.
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A/N I am tring something different, which is an angsty fic without any hope! ACK! I dislike it, but, I need to do it. ^_^ ANyways--my friend Taya and LGS wanted me to do something like this, so this is for you my friends ^_^ heehehe
Much love==== Fannie-dono--aka Fanfiction Wanderer