Note: This is a Prelude of the story, if u read on, proceed to chapter 1;
there would be more details of the story. This is a 7 part saga of between
two RK kawaii characters. Interested? Read on… This is my first time to
write this looong..so gomen if there are terms that sounds confusing..^_^;;
Ori Oscuro ™
(first time) author
"I'm going to purchase your sword!" she said proudly, and tossed a bagful of coins to the table. Just the way she exactly planned. Misao watched in dismay as the bag of coins continued to dash at the bar table, straight down it landed between the young swordsman's legs. He looked up yet with a sweet amiable smile one would LEAST expect for a hired assasin. " I'm sorry, but I refuse your offer..."
"Hold on there! What DO you mean it's not enough! Why...." before she could finish her statement. Alot of rough looking men in other tables roared in laughter. "I see now, the little weasel wants to purchase his POWERFUL sword!" some of them shouted. Eventually she lost it, and clenched her tiny kunasi ready to draw.
" Friendship needs no words. It is solace delivered from the anguish of loneliness."
-Unknown
Prelude:
"Journey.." for a year long, he spend as a wanderer, town-to-town, seeking for what he may fill in what seems lost and void. " Innocence.." Who knows that he will end up for where he started, it set a moment of confusion, "Edo.." the blood lust and carnage that was once wrecked, once their stronghold, once when he was mad. "A stopover wouldn't be all bad…" he brushed his black bangs, setting a clearer view of those indigo eyes, which stares out of blank uncertainty to a normal bustling crowd. "There once were two men, who traveled the same path for ten years, but found completely different truths. So I think if I wander for ten years, I'll find my own truth." He once said to himself, destiny it seems, had drawn him back. Not knowing what awaits him wouldn't take him that long to realize the truth he is waiting for is nearer than he expected.
He is but a young boy around 21 years of age but looked younger, with traveling baggages and just to be noticed as like that. He picks up his Nihontou, which has been jutting out disturbingly in his baggage, and it seems less noticeable when he sling it to his waist, hoping never to use it again. As he did so, he notices a small flicker, which seems a little girl, smiling, with long black hair and chopped bangs, run pass by him.
At the middle of the gentle slope? He blinked, and the young girl disappeared like an illusion. He can still hear her giggles, or maybe it is only his imagination. He heard of forest spirits, but a small girl appearing and disappearing out of nowhere is NO forest spirit, maybe a ghost. "The heat.. I may be seeing things." He sighed wearily, taking his baggages with him. There is no harm just to stop over, rest, and continue on. He looked up, and walked to the busy crowd.
"Is this home? "
-end of prelude: onwards to chapter 1!-
Ori Oscuro ™
(first time) author
"I'm going to purchase your sword!" she said proudly, and tossed a bagful of coins to the table. Just the way she exactly planned. Misao watched in dismay as the bag of coins continued to dash at the bar table, straight down it landed between the young swordsman's legs. He looked up yet with a sweet amiable smile one would LEAST expect for a hired assasin. " I'm sorry, but I refuse your offer..."
"Hold on there! What DO you mean it's not enough! Why...." before she could finish her statement. Alot of rough looking men in other tables roared in laughter. "I see now, the little weasel wants to purchase his POWERFUL sword!" some of them shouted. Eventually she lost it, and clenched her tiny kunasi ready to draw.
" Friendship needs no words. It is solace delivered from the anguish of loneliness."
-Unknown
Prelude:
"Journey.." for a year long, he spend as a wanderer, town-to-town, seeking for what he may fill in what seems lost and void. " Innocence.." Who knows that he will end up for where he started, it set a moment of confusion, "Edo.." the blood lust and carnage that was once wrecked, once their stronghold, once when he was mad. "A stopover wouldn't be all bad…" he brushed his black bangs, setting a clearer view of those indigo eyes, which stares out of blank uncertainty to a normal bustling crowd. "There once were two men, who traveled the same path for ten years, but found completely different truths. So I think if I wander for ten years, I'll find my own truth." He once said to himself, destiny it seems, had drawn him back. Not knowing what awaits him wouldn't take him that long to realize the truth he is waiting for is nearer than he expected.
He is but a young boy around 21 years of age but looked younger, with traveling baggages and just to be noticed as like that. He picks up his Nihontou, which has been jutting out disturbingly in his baggage, and it seems less noticeable when he sling it to his waist, hoping never to use it again. As he did so, he notices a small flicker, which seems a little girl, smiling, with long black hair and chopped bangs, run pass by him.
At the middle of the gentle slope? He blinked, and the young girl disappeared like an illusion. He can still hear her giggles, or maybe it is only his imagination. He heard of forest spirits, but a small girl appearing and disappearing out of nowhere is NO forest spirit, maybe a ghost. "The heat.. I may be seeing things." He sighed wearily, taking his baggages with him. There is no harm just to stop over, rest, and continue on. He looked up, and walked to the busy crowd.
"Is this home? "
-end of prelude: onwards to chapter 1!-