[The story begins with an assassin on the run. He is nothing but a child, around 13 years old. Kaishi is mine, but the rest belong to Gravity.]
[Theme Song: Runaway - Linkin Park]
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"I didn't want to kill him. He was too young. Like me."
Water dripped heavily against the grass, dirt mixing in to make puddles. A stormy night befell along a forest region. Long black boots smacked against the ground, separating the water from where it fell. The foot steps were rapid, as if running. The flap of the jacket lifted up as the form continued its speed. The brown shoulder pads bounced up as the strings tried to hold onto the form. The face of the sprinting individual is nothing more than a mere child, bearing short blue hair, each strands running at different sides, leaving the face fully exposed. The frighten sea blue eyes gaze forward, not looking back as two blurry forms were chasing after him.
Trees crinkled as the blurs past through, leaving the boy to ponder over his thoughts, "Why did they want me so much? Who am I?" He lowered his head, remembering when he first started in a black void, a voice called him.
"You now belong to the Shadow Crypt as Kaishi. You live by our guild, you die by our guild."
His eyes wandered around, shifting over as two other forms like him showed up in front of him. One was a tall man wearing the same clothing as the youth, but in black pants with a jacket in violet. He had long blue hair and green eyes, a scar marked on his face. Another assassin was shorter, bearing messy white hair and crimson eyes. He was dressed contrary to his partner, instead wearing a black jacket and a pair of violet pants. When he gritted his teeth, he bore his fangs.
Two of the assassins stepped in front of the boy, somersaulted over their heads. He withdrew a rosary wrapped around his neck, then extended the rope out to wrap the chain around the shorter asssassin's head. The taller one drew the katar along the boy's side, but he shifted his weight to have the shorter assassin take the blunt. Kaishi grabbed the arm as the katar strucked his partner. Using one hand to pull the cord of the rosary, he shifted his elbow to slam against the assassin's arm, dislocating the socket. A foot slammed against the stabber's rib, forcefully removing the blade from the shorter asssassin's side. The exposed wound bled, before his breathing stopped with a tight pull. The child stepped forward, leaping behind the assassin while extending both legs out. He twisted his little form, snapping the neck of the next assassin.
"...I don't want to kill. Please forgive me..." His eyes frighten, he stepped back, then ran away, knowing that the two forms were tailing on him. "I used a holy item... to murder." He shut his eyes, tears swelling along his eyes. He ran past every tree, leaping away from short stubby creatures made of wood. The aged wilows saw the boy pass through, but made no intent to attack. They stood clueless, until two blurs past them, leaving them into pieces of bark, crumbling into the ground.
The child lept up to a branch, grabbing the stick with both hands before flipping himself up. He continued to run away, bouncing from tree to tree to get away from the blurs. However, they continued to gain ahead of him, which left him worried.
"Why do they want me? What happened to my parents? Who am I... my true identity?" He dived towards the ground, then continued his path of running. "Why won't they leave me alone...? Why am I so valuable to their bloodshed?"
In his mind, he can remember that voice, telling him to kill. "Kill the boy, or we will kill you."
"No... he is too young."
"He is heir to the throne."
"He's so young... like me. Please don't make me kill him."
"Kill him! Now!"
He ran away. He ran away from murdering a boy that was a bit younger than him. "I don't want to kill. I want my life back before all of this. I want to know who I ---.." Before he could finish his sentence, two shurikens shot across his legs, the blade sinking in to throw him off balance. As he fell onto the ground, two flaming balls strucked the child across the back, causing him to land against the rocky floor away from the grassy field in a rough manner. His body violently bounced against the ground, then he landed nearby a tree. He found his legs stuck, unable to move as if a nerve was paralyzed.
Blood dripped from the boy's head from the fall. He could only say, "I don't want to kill... Please, go away..." He shifted his head away, tears flowing through his eyes as the two forms were getting closer. As they reached closer, both pounced in the air, revealing to be men coated in black ninjitsu uniforms. Shinobi henchmen of the Shadow Crypt Guild, with daggers drawn to stab the boy. However, a flick of a blade slew through out of nowhere, causing their body to disappear into mist. Instead of the slaughter of the child, mist fell above his face.
His innocent blue eyes gazed forward to see a tall knight standing in front of him, looking down at his form. He wore a brown chain mail, with chrome shoulder plates. He wore metallic leggings which connected to his boots. His hand hung loose a broadsword that sinked to the ground. The cape whisked into the air as he turned away, leaving the child to stand where he is at. The boy gazed at him with fear, but at the same time, he was thankful for the rescue.
"...Thank you."
[Theme Song: Runaway - Linkin Park]
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"I didn't want to kill him. He was too young. Like me."
Water dripped heavily against the grass, dirt mixing in to make puddles. A stormy night befell along a forest region. Long black boots smacked against the ground, separating the water from where it fell. The foot steps were rapid, as if running. The flap of the jacket lifted up as the form continued its speed. The brown shoulder pads bounced up as the strings tried to hold onto the form. The face of the sprinting individual is nothing more than a mere child, bearing short blue hair, each strands running at different sides, leaving the face fully exposed. The frighten sea blue eyes gaze forward, not looking back as two blurry forms were chasing after him.
Trees crinkled as the blurs past through, leaving the boy to ponder over his thoughts, "Why did they want me so much? Who am I?" He lowered his head, remembering when he first started in a black void, a voice called him.
"You now belong to the Shadow Crypt as Kaishi. You live by our guild, you die by our guild."
His eyes wandered around, shifting over as two other forms like him showed up in front of him. One was a tall man wearing the same clothing as the youth, but in black pants with a jacket in violet. He had long blue hair and green eyes, a scar marked on his face. Another assassin was shorter, bearing messy white hair and crimson eyes. He was dressed contrary to his partner, instead wearing a black jacket and a pair of violet pants. When he gritted his teeth, he bore his fangs.
Two of the assassins stepped in front of the boy, somersaulted over their heads. He withdrew a rosary wrapped around his neck, then extended the rope out to wrap the chain around the shorter asssassin's head. The taller one drew the katar along the boy's side, but he shifted his weight to have the shorter assassin take the blunt. Kaishi grabbed the arm as the katar strucked his partner. Using one hand to pull the cord of the rosary, he shifted his elbow to slam against the assassin's arm, dislocating the socket. A foot slammed against the stabber's rib, forcefully removing the blade from the shorter asssassin's side. The exposed wound bled, before his breathing stopped with a tight pull. The child stepped forward, leaping behind the assassin while extending both legs out. He twisted his little form, snapping the neck of the next assassin.
"...I don't want to kill. Please forgive me..." His eyes frighten, he stepped back, then ran away, knowing that the two forms were tailing on him. "I used a holy item... to murder." He shut his eyes, tears swelling along his eyes. He ran past every tree, leaping away from short stubby creatures made of wood. The aged wilows saw the boy pass through, but made no intent to attack. They stood clueless, until two blurs past them, leaving them into pieces of bark, crumbling into the ground.
The child lept up to a branch, grabbing the stick with both hands before flipping himself up. He continued to run away, bouncing from tree to tree to get away from the blurs. However, they continued to gain ahead of him, which left him worried.
"Why do they want me? What happened to my parents? Who am I... my true identity?" He dived towards the ground, then continued his path of running. "Why won't they leave me alone...? Why am I so valuable to their bloodshed?"
In his mind, he can remember that voice, telling him to kill. "Kill the boy, or we will kill you."
"No... he is too young."
"He is heir to the throne."
"He's so young... like me. Please don't make me kill him."
"Kill him! Now!"
He ran away. He ran away from murdering a boy that was a bit younger than him. "I don't want to kill. I want my life back before all of this. I want to know who I ---.." Before he could finish his sentence, two shurikens shot across his legs, the blade sinking in to throw him off balance. As he fell onto the ground, two flaming balls strucked the child across the back, causing him to land against the rocky floor away from the grassy field in a rough manner. His body violently bounced against the ground, then he landed nearby a tree. He found his legs stuck, unable to move as if a nerve was paralyzed.
Blood dripped from the boy's head from the fall. He could only say, "I don't want to kill... Please, go away..." He shifted his head away, tears flowing through his eyes as the two forms were getting closer. As they reached closer, both pounced in the air, revealing to be men coated in black ninjitsu uniforms. Shinobi henchmen of the Shadow Crypt Guild, with daggers drawn to stab the boy. However, a flick of a blade slew through out of nowhere, causing their body to disappear into mist. Instead of the slaughter of the child, mist fell above his face.
His innocent blue eyes gazed forward to see a tall knight standing in front of him, looking down at his form. He wore a brown chain mail, with chrome shoulder plates. He wore metallic leggings which connected to his boots. His hand hung loose a broadsword that sinked to the ground. The cape whisked into the air as he turned away, leaving the child to stand where he is at. The boy gazed at him with fear, but at the same time, he was thankful for the rescue.
"...Thank you."