Samurai Deeper Kyo
By Dj
A/N: Happens before Kyo left the Shisenten.
The bodies kept falling. Higher and higher they piled, forming grotesque hills of various hues of red. The ground around them had long since been drenched in crimson. At spots that the numerous tributaries delivering the fresh red liquid did not flow by, the soil was caked by a thick crust of brown. The brown of dried blood. There was no argument about it. No life would be seen on such lands again save the foul plants and crows that thrived on death. And even these would leave for bloodier pastures in time, when the last of what could be leeched from such forsaken ground had gone.
In the thick of battle, only one person seemed to note this. He expected that after the departure of the aforementioned creatures, he would be the only one to still walk these lands. If he was not somewhere else creating more of such areas.
He liked these desolate places. They were where he could stay safe in the comfort of loneliness.
However, he liked their creation even more. It was what he breathed for.
'TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY-SIX!' Bontenmaru bellowed as he tossed the final three atrsetcheckä™®ng since stopped counting, so had the rest of them. After all, it became a little pointless when there seemed to be no end to the fools who thought they could make up for their mediocrity with masses. Strength in numbers. Whoever came up with such an absurd notion must have been a weakling like them.
He had no regard for weaklings. They were like ants; while easily squashed, their numbers seemed inexhaustible. Yet he knew that they were not inexhaustible. The fighting for today was almost done. Two move waves of people and another desert would have been created. It had been a long battle, charged with adrenaline and watchfulness for the multitudes looking in vain for an opening to attack when he was getting rid of another annoying insect. The fight was what he lived for. Yet he was not satisfied. Who would be smug about defeating insects? There was simply no challenge. It was a challenge that he needed. He had thought that he would get it when he joined this dysfunctional group. But time proved him wrong.
Granted, their escapades were usually interesting. But being with them was also frustrating. They were his dream opponents. Unfortunately, being joined as a group, he could not touch them. He could only fight alongside them and suffice himself with ants and the occasional praying mantis. It made his blood boil with want and need.
'Plop,' the last of their attackers fell and was thrown onto one of the hills.
The creator of said hill stood at its peak, maroon hair billowing majestically behind him, red eyes burning, reflecting the colour of the moon above him.
He looked at that vision for a long time. This was his true goal.
'Ahh… That was a long fight wasn't it?'
'Ne, are you guys hungry? I'll go cook something to eat.'
'All right you wounded people, line up here. The rate is as usual. Oh and naturally, Kyo you can get healed for free.'
Hotaru sighed. It looked like that goal would not be reached today.
A/N: this turned out really weird.... Esp. the ending... seemed kinda forced... was trying to write sth abt bloodlust but... oh well... veered off as usual... and it's really short as usual... meow...still rusty i guess.... anw C&C please. thanks.
i can't believe i fgt to credit my darling beta so i'm re-uploading this... thx a million to ern-jnr....u rock... and all the faults i made in this fic plotwise are my own... not hers... she jus makes sure i have perfect grammar