Veiled by the darkness, the moon is my guide
The ones I prey on have nowhere to hide
My blade is my life, my soul is my strength
The acts of mercy now hang by a length
Building from building, wind blows through my hair
The One up above never seems to care
Nothing to lose now, I give my first blow
The spray of crimson puts on quite a show
Second strike, third, fourth, all signs of life gone
The coppery scent declares I have won
I strike with my might, I leave with a life
My eternal sins...
Around me it spins...
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It's been about...hm...4 years since I've been a hardcore WeiB fan. I actually wrote this two years ago but never had the time to update it. But now I DO have time, and I HAVE updated this. And it struck me hard when I had a hard time, two years later, trying to remember their aliases. So I wrote this as a memoir-kind of thing. It's not that good, but I'd like this one to be a mini-tribute to the assassins I once loved to watch. If all goes well I'll write one for every one of them, I promise.
If you are an Inuyasha fan, check out my other stories if you have time. In return I'll give you a cyberhug. (squeezes)