Fallen

Prologue

Chains glittered in the twilight, solemn blue green eyes reflecting the last rays of sunshine as it was swallowed once again by the sky...a routine...a cycle...always as now the figure laid against the tree patiently on the rolling grasses of the silent hills of Rukusho awaiting the rise of the beautiful maiden moon and her court of stars.

A chilling wind passed over the lone figure bringing him sweet yet heart wrenching memories of the past. The near-evening wind carefully caressing the pale face, toying with silky blond tresses. So beautiful was the figure, a faerie-like being, with eyes once so innocent now filled with a dark wisdom and a cold gleam. Turquoise orbs twinkled sadly in the dim light as pale pink lips moved in a near silent whisper, "Kuruta..."

The person closed his eyes and sighed just contemplating, contemplating about him, his tribe, about the Genei Ryodan, his friends, about life in general. Long had he given up on trying to execute the murderers of his beloved tribe, the fire that his vengeance burned had been quenched by the futility of his mission. But now he was set on reclaiming all that was lost for his tribe, to at least appease their spirits. Blue green orbs fluttered open once again, with another soft sigh escaping his luscious lips. His hands unconsciously grasped the ivory instrument tighter, tilting his head high the moon reflected magnificently in his eyes.

They said the Kuruta's scarlet eyes were one of the most beautiful colors in the world, the reason of their murder, though to see it the Kuruta must be overwhelmed with emotion, may it be anger, sadness, grief or anything. The heartless collectors however wanted them, so they did receive them in turn for the lives of the innocent Kuruta, brutally slain for their eyes whilst in death the beautiful red glare remains forever.

As tonight the moon looked down upon his slender frame, and engulfed him in her cold embrace. The last of the Kuruta. Those red glaring eyes, a frighteningly cold and empty stare for one so young, upturned to her heavens where the lady moon lay rest her self in a mantle of blood, alone in the dark sky watching over this single soul.

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