Hello :D

Thanks to any person that's presently reading my story x3

Please note that this is my FIRST fanfiction, and that I'm still not sure about the plot.

I hope you will review this, and help me get better. Then, without further bothering here is the first chapter ! =D

''Hurry! Catch him now! Don't let him get away! ''

In the dark sky, the beautiful moon shone surrounded by countless stars.
It was indeed a good night to have a sakazuki ceremony. Or so would an outsider think.
Despite the beautiful environment, a man was being pursued in a vast forest.
He had a beautiful purple chevelure, which ran down on his back,tied in a ponytail.
He wore a very loosely put black kimono with a beautiful silver dragon pattern. The mysterious man also possessed a katana held on his waist by his obi. You could easily tell that he was very skilled in kenjutsu, the sword technique. His appearance certainly gave off the feeling of what you'd call a samurai.

The poor man was getting tired of running. If he stopped, only for a minute, it would be a regretful choice.
What a predicament he was in ! Even so, he dared to stop, and take his breath. He turned his head, only to find an officier behind him. The newly-arrived man was holding a gun. On top of that, he was a foreigner. Could you believe that ? A foreigner in the beautiful land of the rising sun ! The samurai felt the anger building up inside of his heart. The emperor whom he loved so much selled his loyal servants for foreigners. And strange foreigners, while we're at it. He saw other men coming from behind. They were all Japanese.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He couldn't believe that his fellow brothers were fighting alongside them. Without giving it too much thought, he drew his sword out of his obi. Before the officier could even react, the fallen samurai slashed him in the stomach up to his throat.
Another one charged at him, and got the same treatment. The other unexperienced men were too scared to even dare attack him, and ran away. The swordsman fell down, too tired to even think.
His dear country was being completely transformed. Not knowing what to do and feeling betrayed was the state he was in. But, even so, tomorrow would be another day. He hoped everything would go back to normal. His gaze turned towards the dead corpses around him. What had he just done ? With that thought in mind, the purple-haired man fell in a deep sleep under the moonlight.

Aaah, sorry, such a short chapter :(

I hope this was good, and that you'll review me :)

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