Silent Tears

Summary: cursed . . . cursed to be forever . . . a weapon to sheath . . . innocence . . .

I watch you go and bear your own burdens on your shoulders. It didn't seem fair. I was here to help and yet because of my appearance, I am not able to help at all, except in battles. But I know I can do more, if only you can hear me. If only you could see me more than just a mere weapon.

The voice continues to ring in my head. "Cursed . . . be cursed . . ." Sometimes, I just wished that day never came. But then again, if it never came, I would never have met you. I would never have known you. I wouldn't have seen your misery and pain. It was because of that fateful day, that I came to love you.

A man stood in the middle of a bamboo forest staring down at a dirtied, yet glimmering sword. The dark sky rumbled and cold rain fell to the soil. "A blood debt . . ." he spoke quietly. "A precious metal . . . beautiful and rare . . . yet dirtied by the filth of your past."The man clutched onto the hilt of the umbrella as if in anger. "How long will it take for you to understand the price of a human life?"

Kanda had just come back from a tiring mission and was thinking of just plopping down on the bed for some sleep. When suddenly, his eyes landed on his sword, Mugen. He remembered the day it was given to him by Master Zhu.

"It's a strong warrior with a pitiful past like yours. It was made with a cold heart and bitter taste, yet had grown painfully to understand it's wrongs." Master Zhu words echoed in Kanda's head. "Even a sword can grow?" little Kanda asked staring at the sword in the man's hands.

"Yes, they all do. This one however, grew in a particular way. It grew wiser, stronger, and has chosen to follow you to the Black Order Headquarters." Kanda held the sword in his hands. It looked plain and simple, nothing special. But he felt a strong wave of power coming from it and clutched it in his hands. "Treasure this sword Kanda, it is more than what you think." The man's last words echoed on and on.

The dark-haired samurai looked over at the sword laid against a chair. "More than what I think?" he mumbled to himself. Lately, the sword had been acting strange. Kanda had been seemingly hearing things from Mugen. They sounded like whimpers or something.

The first time it happened was when he was looking for General Tiedoll. The sword somehow seemed to whisper, "A great war . . . how painful it will be . . . when it reaches us . . ." At first, Kanda thought it was just his conscience or something.

But then the second time was when he was helping Lavi and Allen fight against their first level 4 akuma. It sounded as if it was screaming, "Will blood ever satisfy a murderer?"

The third time was last night while Kanda was still on his mission. He was trying to get some sleep when he heard a voice. It sounded pained and sad, as if none of the happiness in this world could cure it.

Once there was a man who broke into the humble home of a blacksmith . . .and murdered everyone in the house . . . and burned everything down . . . he thought he had killed everyone . . . but to his unluckiness . . . a child had been saved . . . and bore a heavy vengeance against the man . . . that child grabbed hold of the swords his father made . . . and made it his first priority . . . to kill the man who had destroyed his life . . . the poor soul . . . he did kill the man . . . but as soon as blood hit the ground . . . it clouded his vision of what was right and wrong . . .

And then everything went quiet. There was no continuation of the story. Why? Kanda never found out. But he began to sense power trying to leak out of Mugen. As he was thinking about this, a sudden explosion was heard and Komui's voice rang over the in-com explaining that an army of akumas had penetrated the building.

Without a second thought, Kanda immediately grabbed Mugen, threw on his uniform and broke out the door of his room. He came just in time to see a bunch of level 3 akumas joining themselves to create a gigantic akuma. "Tch." he muttered and charged at it. The first swikes were okay, but soon, Kanda had a feeling as if his sword was heating up. It was burning his fingers. "What the . ." the samurai looked down at his sword, only to be surprised even more. It was burning up like hot fire and a bright light was engulfing it.

I know I can do more than just help you fight. Yet because of this appearance I am not able to. I wish I could help you more.

I wish I were human . . again . . .