Sorry I forgot my fucking disclaimer and don't want them annoying people telling me I don't own it. I mean it's obvious am I right. I'm a 17 year old average joe If I owned it my mom would be out of debt in a heart beat.
This also gives me a chance to tell you this is a poem not a story I don't write stories this bad ;)
Hello ladies and gentlemen I will now share with ye
The tragic tale of Battousai a Hitokiri
Born on a farm in the Japan country
There was a legend birthed just a baby
His parents died in a hell storm of fire
The child was forced to live in disgusting mire
He was sold into slavery
His neighbors were poor and extremely greedy
Many times he was abused and he attempted to flee
And all those times the slave master barked, raved and hollered
Get that little brat by the end of his collar
He was always captured and thrown back to bondage
If only he had that telephone package from Vontage
Then maybe he could called the child protective services
And escape the hells of servitude and stop chopping wood of those tall birches
But that's beside the point and now you will see the true tragic tale of a living Hitokiri
Sold as a slave once more
He was forced to become an assassin in war
Blood drenched his kimono red
He wondered nightly why he wasn't dead
He had killed the fiancé of his first wife Tomoe
And made her life a living hell traveling life's path solo
He married her for she to act as a sheath
To act as a guard an alibi for the truth that lied beneath
He tried to save her when she was captured
But she decided suicide instead of a life with him happily ever after
He wandered alone as a wondering Rurouni
Cursed as a demon with not hope the tragic tale of a Hitokiri
After ten long years he by accident came to Tokyo
The place once named by the former Tokugawa as the land of Edo
There he went to a dojo
Many people thought he was just a thin wandering hobo
There he met his wife named Karou
Of the Kamiya Kashin destined to join with the hiten mistsurugi Ryuu
He had a surrogate son named Yahiko
Who trained in his wife's style and yearned for a waiter working in the Akebeko
He had a best friend name Sagara Sanouske
Together they got drunk off the rice wine sake
His life was not always peaceful in the past as a Rurouni
Having to escape from the police and the shinsengumi
Even now the peace never last
The threat of Shishio the protégé hitokiri who later became an outcast
There was also the threat of the old assassin Jinei
Who kidnapped his wife and wished to challenge the Battousai some say
All of these things never stopped the legend but the curse was his downfall
Swords and warriors were impervious to the legend but disease devoured him all
Whether it be HIV or leprosy we will never know you see
But this had caused the fall of the legendary Hitokiri
His wife also partook of the curse dying with her husband as it should be
This was yet the final curse cast by his late wife deceased
This is the tragic tale of Battousai the Hitokiri
No longer forced to wander as a Rurouni
Or chased by the Shinsengumi
Just dead with his wife in peace as it should be
Thank you if you just read it that in itself means a lot I am going to be honest I would like a review to know if it's liked and well written or if it's badly written but hey if you're not then it's okay cause at least you took the time to read it