The Way
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha. Apply to other songfics.
A/N: Hi people! My own little plasce to put songfics I make about InuYasha! So far, there's only this on,e but, if I make anymore, this is where they're gonna go! n.n So, here's the first one, in honor of the Band of Seven (and the oh so smexy Bankotsu)! The song is called The Way by Fastball.
Bankotsu glanced around the village; his village, and scoffed. His talents were wasted here. He could make better use of them elsewhere.
They made up their minds
He made a bundle only of what he needed to survive and the family's great halberd, Banryu, and left them both somewhere out of the way. Now, he was ready to leave anytime he wished.
And they started packing
That night, he slaughtered the entire village and left under the cover of darkness, blood-soaked and carefree.
They left before the sun came up that day
This was the kind of life he had always wanted for himself; a life where the only one he had to answer to was himself and no one else. A life where he could do as he pleased. Just my life, and how I want to live it.
An exit to eternal summer slacking
Now, it was just a question of where his freedom would take him.
But where were they going without ever knowing the way?
Along the way, he met a couple of people who piqued his interest. They were at a sweet shop, drinking saké.
They drank up the wine
From how loose-lipped they were, he found that their names were Jakotsu and Suikotsu, and they were people just like him; people tired of the way they had to live.
And they got to talking.
They decided to form a group; a group that would do whatever they pleased, whenever.
They now had more important things to say
Nothing would be able to tell them what to do. They wouldn't have to answer to anyone anymore. And if an obstacle came across their path, they would smash right through it.
And when the car broke down they started walking
Now the road would take them anywhere they pleased. If only they knew where "anywhere" was.
Where were they going without ever knowing the way?
There were others who saw that the three of them were happy with their lifestyle, and envied it. Soon, the group of three became the Band of Seven; a group of merciless mercenaries who owed their allegiance to nobody. And that was the way they liked it.
Anyone could see that the road that they walk on is paved in gold
They were all young men who had no need to care about what the future held out to them.
And it's always summer, they'll never get cold
If they needed supplies, they could easily raid and slaughter a village and get what provisions they needed.
They'll never get hungry
And, as far as they were concerned, they wouldn't have to worry about getting old for a long, long time…
They'll never get old and grey
However, luck wasn't with them. The warlords grew fearful of the Band of Seven's strength. Soon, the group of mercenaries was executed by decapitation. Though their bodies decayed, their spirits lingered.
You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere
Even if they were doomed to wander the Earth forever, they didn't care. They at least lived and died freely.
They won't make it home but they really don't care
They had their freedom; they hadn't been bound to anybody in their life, and for that they were happy.
They wanted the highway they're happy there today
But one day, their souls were saved from eternal damnation…
Today…
Jakotsu, Suikotsu, Renkotsu, Mukotsu, Ginkotsu, and Kyokotsu, all woke up to find Bankotsu fully clothed and smirking.
"… Big Brother? What the hell's going on here? I thought we were dead," Jakotsu said, bewildered.
"We were sleeping for a long time, brothers," Bankotsu stated, his smirk widening. "We were given another chance at life."
The children woke up
The rest of them looked puzzled. Finally, Suikotsu asked, "Who is the one who resurrected us? I see no one here but us."
And they couldn't find 'em
"Just someone named Naraku who has hired us for our skill," Bankotsu answered. "He left before I woke any of you up."
They left before the sun came up that day
"Now, how about we do what we do best?"
The rest agreed; a couple of them cheered, and they left the tomb that used to be their resting place behind.
They just drove off and left it all behind 'em
True, their employer didn't show himself to them for most of the time, and his aims were unclear, but they were alive again. They would make the most out of every moment.
But where were they going without ever knowing the way?
One by one, the Band of Seven fell to death once more. But they had no regrets; they had lived and died as they pleased.
Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved in gold
They wouldn't have to care about the passage of time anymore.
And it's always summer they'll never get cold
They wouldn't have to worry about death anymore, nor would they have to worry about growing old and weak.
They'll never get hungry, they'll never get old and grey
They made a mark upon the living again; they won't be forgotten anytime soon.
You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere
They'll probably never be resurrected again, but they didn't care.
They won't make it home but they really don't care
They died as their own, for that they were glad.
They wanted the highway they're happy there today
Rest in peace, Band of Seven…
Today…