This fic is written by Megaera, co-written by Shalimar.
Disclaimer: What I wouldn't give to own Inuyasha. Or just the Shichinintai. Hell, I would give anything to own just Bankotsu.
One quick note: The title was given to me by my LA teacher, Mr. Kay.
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Prologue
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Alone, a young teen walked down the dusty road. It was easy to see he was a fighter by his clothes, gaudy though they may be. He did not care who he fought, be they youkai or human. He just wanted to become strong. He did not even know why anymore. He knew there had once been a reason, a good one. But he could not remember what it was. He frowned as he shifted his massive oohoko on his shoulder and shook his head, causing his charcoal locks to fall into his eyes. The boy was small, he could be no older then 15, and his weapon was bigger then him, yet he could lift it as though it were made out of wood, no iron and steel.
He irritably brushed the hair out of his eyes. He did not know why he didn't just let it grow out and make it part of the rest of his braid. He sighed, then shrugged, shifting his weapon on his shoulder again. That was something he really didn't care to think about, and he was too tired, anyway. He had been walking for at least a week with no sign of a village, and he was bored out of his mind.
As though sensing his thoughts, as he broke over the hill, a village appeared. He smiled innocently, betraying the darkness in his soul, his love of the slaughter. He quickened his pace slightly, previous exhaustion forgotten, and briskly walked down the hill, his smile fading to a small smirk that played across his handsome face.
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The young teen sat on a porch in the village, and stretched his sore muscles. His oohoko lay across his lap, a bloodstained cloth on the ground beside him. He lifted his weapon to the light of the setting sun, examining it, and then smiled. There was not a spot of blood left on the blade. He slid the purple cover back onto the colossal weapon, and surveyed the village. Villagers lay everywhere, stained in their own blood. The looks of horror were frozen across their faces, the lifeless eyes that would forever stare into nothingness would have greatly disturbed any other, but meant nothing to the boy. He smiled, malice flashing across his blue eyes for a moment, then vanishing, making, if anyone alive had been nearby to see it, wonder if it was ever there.
(A/N: Well, the prologue. Hoped you liked it. If, IF I have some reviews by the time I'm done the first chapter, I'll put it up. However, I have a little rule about reviews. It's along the lines of 'If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all'. I don't mind productive criticism, but make it stuff I can CHANGE. Don't go saying 'He wouldn't kill a village for no reason' or something. Say 'Story's great, but the grammar was bad' or something. If you go saying 'He wouldn't do that' or something, I won't count it as a review and I won't put up the next chapter, so there. Ok, I need a reasonable number... I want 3 review, no reviewing twice, on this chapter at least. You're welcome to review on the next chapter if you've reviewed on this one, if you want.)
Disclaimer: What I wouldn't give to own Inuyasha. Or just the Shichinintai. Hell, I would give anything to own just Bankotsu.
One quick note: The title was given to me by my LA teacher, Mr. Kay.
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Prologue
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Alone, a young teen walked down the dusty road. It was easy to see he was a fighter by his clothes, gaudy though they may be. He did not care who he fought, be they youkai or human. He just wanted to become strong. He did not even know why anymore. He knew there had once been a reason, a good one. But he could not remember what it was. He frowned as he shifted his massive oohoko on his shoulder and shook his head, causing his charcoal locks to fall into his eyes. The boy was small, he could be no older then 15, and his weapon was bigger then him, yet he could lift it as though it were made out of wood, no iron and steel.
He irritably brushed the hair out of his eyes. He did not know why he didn't just let it grow out and make it part of the rest of his braid. He sighed, then shrugged, shifting his weapon on his shoulder again. That was something he really didn't care to think about, and he was too tired, anyway. He had been walking for at least a week with no sign of a village, and he was bored out of his mind.
As though sensing his thoughts, as he broke over the hill, a village appeared. He smiled innocently, betraying the darkness in his soul, his love of the slaughter. He quickened his pace slightly, previous exhaustion forgotten, and briskly walked down the hill, his smile fading to a small smirk that played across his handsome face.
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The young teen sat on a porch in the village, and stretched his sore muscles. His oohoko lay across his lap, a bloodstained cloth on the ground beside him. He lifted his weapon to the light of the setting sun, examining it, and then smiled. There was not a spot of blood left on the blade. He slid the purple cover back onto the colossal weapon, and surveyed the village. Villagers lay everywhere, stained in their own blood. The looks of horror were frozen across their faces, the lifeless eyes that would forever stare into nothingness would have greatly disturbed any other, but meant nothing to the boy. He smiled, malice flashing across his blue eyes for a moment, then vanishing, making, if anyone alive had been nearby to see it, wonder if it was ever there.
(A/N: Well, the prologue. Hoped you liked it. If, IF I have some reviews by the time I'm done the first chapter, I'll put it up. However, I have a little rule about reviews. It's along the lines of 'If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all'. I don't mind productive criticism, but make it stuff I can CHANGE. Don't go saying 'He wouldn't kill a village for no reason' or something. Say 'Story's great, but the grammar was bad' or something. If you go saying 'He wouldn't do that' or something, I won't count it as a review and I won't put up the next chapter, so there. Ok, I need a reasonable number... I want 3 review, no reviewing twice, on this chapter at least. You're welcome to review on the next chapter if you've reviewed on this one, if you want.)