Numb
'To feel may be a burden, but to lose all feeling may be death.'
- BrokenArrow93
A breath, a step, a lunge, a cry. All sounds of death, and all common-place for that specfic time period. A boy no older than 15 stares down at the man he has just killed. The boy, or young man you couldn't tell by just looking at his eyes, had long blood red hair tied up in a ponytail and a single bleeding slash on his left cheek. His amber eyes hold no emotion and stare blankly as if not really seeing whats in front of him.
He feels no regret, no sadness, no pain. There was no way of describing how he felt because he was numb. No feeling could penetrate his walls. The walls he had built to keep his emotions in check. He was a hitokri, and being one left no room for feeling. Some called him a demon , a ruthless killer that contempt for no oneimes . And sometimes he truly belived these rumers, this gossip. He felt, no, he kenw that the only way to know he was still human was to bleed. So the slash on his cheek bled, reminding him of his sins and wrongs. It was his cross to bear, though many think it a small one, all those who know that boy feel for him and grive knowing there is nothing they can do to stop the boy from losing himself in the death he brings to so many.
Slowly he turns and walks away and leaves what small part of his childhood that was inside him, behind. He leaves his masters teachings, his morals, his fear, everything. He found no need for them anymore because he was a hitokiri. He could not change the way of life he had chosen, only learn to bear it. Someday, if he lived through this damned war, he would atone for his sins. Untill then he would be Hitokiri Battousai.
An: Ok, Ok. I know this is short, but it just poped into my head so I just had to write it! Um... Well it probablly did suck but I can't help my poor writing talent. YES, this had no point what so ever, and quite frankly, I don't care so R&R!!!!!!!! Please and Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own RK or Samurai X
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