The stories are based off of one of my RP characters, Hitake Kaneshiro. I'm still working on his story, so don't expect much yet. The better parts begin later. For now, this short story just describes a little about the main character. He's a rather villainous man.

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Death in the Rainy Night

In the midst of the torrential downpour, the black-clad figure of Hitake Kaneshiro stood alone. Ebony-hued glove fingers wrapped around the handle of the sword at the man's right, and it was soon drawn out of its sheathe.

Glinting in the darkness was the long, sleek elegant Deathblade, clutched in the man's hand. Hitake began to walk under the thundering skies towards no particular destination, holding the blade.

The sound rain rebounding off his ebony slicker was nearly deafening.

A watchman spied a shape moving through the sheet of falling droplets, with something shimmering in the distance. It definitely looked very much like a man, but its bizarre gait cast a foreboding pall over his heart. Hesitating momentarily, he went after the figure, pulling out a small dagger in case it would be needed. The soft topsoil he stepped on was gorged by the driving rain, sending up an uninterrupted spray of yellow. Here and there, the sharp crack of vegetable leaves snapping from their respective stems could be heard.

Soon, the watchman could make clear of the figure, from just a few feet away. The stranger was holding a sword, and he didn't even close his eyelids against the wind-whipped rain lashing his face.

Hitake had sensed the watchman even before the watchman could make clear of him. Turning towards the other male slowly, Hitake's lips warped into a grin at the appearance of new prey.

The watchman's eyes widened. He suspected this man to be some kind of killer, and he would be ready to attack anytime. Tightening his grip around his dagger, his eyes suddenly narrowed in sternness, yet his voice showed he was still slightly nervous within.

"You have no business here alone in the night. Leave or else…or else I'll—"

"—you'll what?" Hitake said quickly, cutting the other off as he got in a battle stance, sword held in front of his face. A smirk grew upon his lips while his vermilion colored orbs pierced through the rain and darkness directly at the watchman's eyes.

Without another word, Hitake's right hand moved. He leapt into the air swiftly with a speed not that of a human.

The watchman barely had time to gasp or breathe as a lethal swipe from Deathblade moved through the air and the crunch of severed vertebrae came from around his neck. Blood spouted out a like a fountain, and, without even watching the decapitated torso drop, Hitake began to walk away under the pouring droplets.

The dagger had been knocked out of the man's hand and the watchman's head now rolled across the muddy floor of the Earth. A sharp lightning bolt flashed across the sky after the life was lost.

Drenched raven hair clung to the killer's pale skin.

Rain splattered against Hitake's naked sword, washing away most of the blood as the predator slowly brought the blade up to his lips. His warm tongue came out and slowly licked off the remaining crimson stains.

A devious smile garnished his lips as he whispered softly to his beloved sword.

"Never once have you disappointed me, Deathblade."