Author's Note: I'm the Alternate Universe no Miko! MWAHAHAHAHA~* ^^;;;
Gomen, minna. Okay, so the prologue isn't really that long, nor is it much
of a plot, but still. it is still done. *counts how many fics she abandoned
halfway* *sweatdrops*
1 Prologue
His eyes were blank with terror as it engulfed his surroundings. Everything was gone.
My home. My family. My friends. My.
It was as if his whole world was collapsing into nothing but debris. He was the only one left. The night sky was a maroon colour from the flames, and ashes were everywhere. His knees gave way and collapse onto the ground, a tear trickling down his cheeks. One after another, the tears streaked across the grief-stricken face.
"Chichi, haha. Matte. MATTE! Don't go. Onegai." his voice broke and his eyes gazed silently at the soot on his hands. "I can't save my own parents. Gomen nasai. Gomen ne, minna. I'm unable to do anything. I'm useless." Slowly, he picked up the katana at his side and drew it from the scabbard. The habaki gleamed under the moonlight as he raised it to his neck.
"Matte kudasai."
An unfamiliar voice rang in his ears. He wanted to ignore the voice, but it has something to it that made him look up. He saw a man mounted on a black stallion. The man's hair was of an intriguing red, and the color blended beautiful into the flames raging behind him. His features were sharp and fine, and he was obviously muscularly-built, even though his body was safely covered by a stunning black robe with phoenix designs at the back. His eyes were intensely dark brown, and his gaze depicted his high status in the society. Some men, also mounted on horses, were behind him.
"Da-re?" he asked forlornly, lowering his katana slightly. His piercing blue eyes looked at the strange man icily. "What do you want? Don't tell me. Are you the one with set my village on fire?"
"Ore wa Sakuragi Hanamichi. Me and my companions saw the flames above the trees and came here to see what happened," he smiled faintly. His voice contributed that he was young despite his mature appearance. "Yoroshiku. Anata wa?"
"Rukawa Kaede desu." he looked away, with pain in his eyes as Sakuragi mentioned about the flames which killed his whole family and all his friends. "I lost everything, Sakuragi-san. Everything." Another tear fell from his saddened eyes. Sakuragi looked at him while he grieved silently.
"Rukawa-san, why don't you come to my residence? I can see that you are a warrior. Are you from any particular Clan?"
"Hai. I am from the Murasaki Clan. Some of them have died in the fire, which leaves our branch half of what it was. I am one of the youngest in the clan, for I am sixteen years old," Rukawa said pointedly. "Why are you asking me this? And. your residence?"
Sakuragi laughed. His laugh was somewhat melodious, and it made Rukawa feel a little better. Even he himself was amazed at the impact the red-headed man had on him. "Well. I'm sixteen too. Oji-sama wa Tenno. He'll be pleased. Even I could see your warrior potential."
Tenno? Isn't that the Emperor of Heian Japan?
Rukawa's eyes widened in bewilderment. He, the reserved and pretty much nobody, even in the clan, was talking to the Tenno's nephew. Sakuragi noticed his shock and shook his head.
"Iya, Oji-sama is not at all the uptight and no-nonsense person that minna pictured him to be. He is rather kind."
Rukawa had no choice but to stand up.
That aho. knows nothing at all. Nothing.
He withdrew his blade into the scabbard and his eyes glazed over the dying fire. Most of it had become nothing but ash and soot. Nothing. It echoed over and over in his mind.
"Mount my horse, Rukawa-san."
The voice broke into his drifting thoughts once again. Rukawa silently mounted the black horse behind Sakuragi and they made their way out of the countryside. The rising smoke became further and further. and in no time, it faded in the distance. Rukawa's insides were weeping silently, like the dripping leaves of a willow tree. He never wanted to leave, but he remembered his father's last wish: To have a Rukawa service in the Imperial Court. He knew that he had been impulsive to kamikaze.
Thank goodness for that red-headed aho.
His icy eyes gleamed a new light. If he did not fulfill his father's last wish, he would be the biggest do'aho on the planet and would die in absolute regret. Hope shall re-light into an eager blaze.
1 Prologue
His eyes were blank with terror as it engulfed his surroundings. Everything was gone.
My home. My family. My friends. My.
It was as if his whole world was collapsing into nothing but debris. He was the only one left. The night sky was a maroon colour from the flames, and ashes were everywhere. His knees gave way and collapse onto the ground, a tear trickling down his cheeks. One after another, the tears streaked across the grief-stricken face.
"Chichi, haha. Matte. MATTE! Don't go. Onegai." his voice broke and his eyes gazed silently at the soot on his hands. "I can't save my own parents. Gomen nasai. Gomen ne, minna. I'm unable to do anything. I'm useless." Slowly, he picked up the katana at his side and drew it from the scabbard. The habaki gleamed under the moonlight as he raised it to his neck.
"Matte kudasai."
An unfamiliar voice rang in his ears. He wanted to ignore the voice, but it has something to it that made him look up. He saw a man mounted on a black stallion. The man's hair was of an intriguing red, and the color blended beautiful into the flames raging behind him. His features were sharp and fine, and he was obviously muscularly-built, even though his body was safely covered by a stunning black robe with phoenix designs at the back. His eyes were intensely dark brown, and his gaze depicted his high status in the society. Some men, also mounted on horses, were behind him.
"Da-re?" he asked forlornly, lowering his katana slightly. His piercing blue eyes looked at the strange man icily. "What do you want? Don't tell me. Are you the one with set my village on fire?"
"Ore wa Sakuragi Hanamichi. Me and my companions saw the flames above the trees and came here to see what happened," he smiled faintly. His voice contributed that he was young despite his mature appearance. "Yoroshiku. Anata wa?"
"Rukawa Kaede desu." he looked away, with pain in his eyes as Sakuragi mentioned about the flames which killed his whole family and all his friends. "I lost everything, Sakuragi-san. Everything." Another tear fell from his saddened eyes. Sakuragi looked at him while he grieved silently.
"Rukawa-san, why don't you come to my residence? I can see that you are a warrior. Are you from any particular Clan?"
"Hai. I am from the Murasaki Clan. Some of them have died in the fire, which leaves our branch half of what it was. I am one of the youngest in the clan, for I am sixteen years old," Rukawa said pointedly. "Why are you asking me this? And. your residence?"
Sakuragi laughed. His laugh was somewhat melodious, and it made Rukawa feel a little better. Even he himself was amazed at the impact the red-headed man had on him. "Well. I'm sixteen too. Oji-sama wa Tenno. He'll be pleased. Even I could see your warrior potential."
Tenno? Isn't that the Emperor of Heian Japan?
Rukawa's eyes widened in bewilderment. He, the reserved and pretty much nobody, even in the clan, was talking to the Tenno's nephew. Sakuragi noticed his shock and shook his head.
"Iya, Oji-sama is not at all the uptight and no-nonsense person that minna pictured him to be. He is rather kind."
Rukawa had no choice but to stand up.
That aho. knows nothing at all. Nothing.
He withdrew his blade into the scabbard and his eyes glazed over the dying fire. Most of it had become nothing but ash and soot. Nothing. It echoed over and over in his mind.
"Mount my horse, Rukawa-san."
The voice broke into his drifting thoughts once again. Rukawa silently mounted the black horse behind Sakuragi and they made their way out of the countryside. The rising smoke became further and further. and in no time, it faded in the distance. Rukawa's insides were weeping silently, like the dripping leaves of a willow tree. He never wanted to leave, but he remembered his father's last wish: To have a Rukawa service in the Imperial Court. He knew that he had been impulsive to kamikaze.
Thank goodness for that red-headed aho.
His icy eyes gleamed a new light. If he did not fulfill his father's last wish, he would be the biggest do'aho on the planet and would die in absolute regret. Hope shall re-light into an eager blaze.