A True Samurai
Chapter One, A Child of Blood
Snow... Red snow...
The red stuff was all over the cold snow. And it spred across my naked body. My hands were almost blue from the cold. The red liquid almost covered my hands and face too.
Some of the red stuff trickled down from my forehead, past my nose and down to my lips.
It tastes... Like iron... B-blood...?
My eyes widened in fear.
Wh-what is happening?
I looked around. Bodies everywhere. Blood. Everywhere.
What... What is happening? I... Can't remember anything... I... Where am I...? Wait... What's my name...?
One of the bodies moved. It was a man. He got up slowly. His right arm was missing, in its place was just a bleeding stump. His eyes were crazed and blood dribbled down from his mouth to his chin.
"You... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'll kill you! You bitch! Look what you did!" He roared and lunged for me.
He was only two feet infront of me when he stddenly stopped. A frightened look on his face. His body spasamed and he fell on his back. He began a blood crudling scream of pure pain.
Kill him.
What... Who is there... Who is...
Kill him, or he'll kill you.
I... I can't. I won't! Who are you! Why are you I my head?!
A sudden pain shot threw my head. I huddled on the snowy ground. My knees pulled to my chest and rocked my body back and forth.
Stop... Please stop!...
Kill. Kill them all.
I felt a power surge threw me. My eyes began to glow black.
The man was still writhing in pain on the ground, screaming in agony. I raised my hand twords his direction and made a fist. Then, I opened my hand.
The mans body... Burst open. More blood flying everywhere. I was now drenched in the blood. And... A part of me liked it.
"Over here! Mifune-sama!" Someone yelled.
I looked up to see a group of men running twords me, adorned in white, heavy plate-armour along with helmets. They carried swords in each hand.
They're armed! Kill them too! Before they kill you! You must survive!
"Kid.. Are you alright?" One of them asked as he aproached me slowly. "Hey.. I think she's hurt-"
I repeated the same motion I had on the other victim. The armed man gurgled and dropped to the floor clutching his throat.
"Furuken-san!" Another yelled and went to aid him.
An elderly man with long, grey hair, which almost reached down to his waist, with bandages wrapped around his head aproached me.
"It's alright child. Don't be scared. Let him go. We'll keep you safe." He said and smiled gently at me.
I looked at his waist and saw the sword and scabord.
Wepon.. Must... Must survive. Kill...
He noticed me look at the sword.
He unsheathed his sword.
Kill him!
I...
I raised my hand again, ready to kill. My eyes narrowed.
He threw the sword away and held his hands out.
"It's alright little one. You're safe now." He said.
Safe..
Don't listen to them!
Safe... I don't feel safe here.. but that man...
Listen to me! Not them! Me! ME!
I want to feel safe.
"S... Sa...afe..?" I whispered.
"Yes. You're safe now." The elderly man said.
I felt the tears stream down my face as I lurched forward and ran into the mans awaiting arms. I cried. I cried and he held me. Even though I was naked and covered in blood he hugged me back and held me till I felt myself become heavy and tired. The older man covered my shaking body with a large cloak.
"Mifune-sama, Furuken-san is alright now... But, that girl..." One of the men trailed off and looked at my now covered but bloody form.
"I was told of another experiment that was supposed to be disposed of. This child may very well be one of the most dangerous weapons in history." Mifune sighed.
I felt my head start spinning.
Weapon...?
A weapon that only brings suffering, death, terror and pain. That is what WE are. You'll wake up soon girl. And when you do. Many will die.
"What will we do Mifune-sama?" The second in comand asked.
Mifune looked down at me. His eyes sofened.
"I will train her. She will become my responsibility." Mifune said.
"But sir-"
"I have told you what I'm doing! I will care for her. You need not worry. I just hope that you can except her as one of us." Mifune said.
He wiped some of the blood from my face and hair.
"A child with pink hair. There's a first." He laughed.
His second in comand smiled down at me.
"Let's go." Mifune said.
I took one last look at the bloody mess of bodies then buried my face in Mifune's cloak.
That was the first time I heard that voice inside of me.
And the first time I used my power.
My name is Sakura no Sairento-Fū. And this is my bloody and woeful tale.