Amani: You know I was walking around at about ten at night I woke up at five this afternoon and knew I would not be able to sleep soon so I said what the hell let's write, well then what do I write about? I was in the mood for a older Japan/kenshin and so I went with my fling ; I do warn you though I am not very educated on this topic so I am sure many of my facts are a bit off please do not flame me on those it is a bit super natural from what I have planed but not completely sure but yes my little two cents hope you enjoy, oh and reader of Bond of Brothers I have started another chapter a couple weeks ago just struggling a bit but it will be up I promise!
Sword Dance
Chapter 1
By: Amani Hershel
Gentle digits were brought to the arrangement the grace of breaking the floral design. This would usually be a task given to the women, but giving as to the youngest males weakness he was left to nothing, but this work. Lightly colored locks, platinum, reflected in the easily dancing flame of the burning candle. The lily was snapped at the end to join its brothers and sisters within the floral arrangement. The hands that worked were at the almost deathly shade of pale. The male was dressed within the lightest blue shade of floral patterns upon the long kimono. The long mane was worn down to the shoulder blades brushed neatly into place. The hands stopped their movement as the boy looked to the sliding door that held the entry within his room. Dull brown eyes stared in the direction yet focused upon nothing. Footsteps could be heard as the door soon was opened reveling a stronger looking male who appeared much like the boy sitting upon the floor. Heavy silence rest between the two before the taller of the two stepped within the room lying down his sword and resting upon his bent legs. He mirrored the others appearance, though hair that lay so gracefully down the others back, which upon this male would be alike in color only to be pulled back tightly into a strict pony tail. The shorter twin crawled from the floral arrangement to the new comer taking the same position only more carefully and slowly as if he were about to break.
"Brother. . " The shorter male's voice was high and soft spoken giving anyone the impression of him being female although his brother knew better despite appearance. He was meant to be that way. His name was Ryou second son of his family not that he lie in much difference of age only lacking in a few minutes to the other. Men were usually the more sought after within this time of Japan; however Ryou was different he had been born with lack of sight. On most occasion he would have been left for dead, but the mother of the two had been killed within the giving of birth, and so to hide the shame of having a blind son they gave him the identity of a woman kept indoors at all time since he was no use within the ever going war taking place. These now blank eyes wandered to the direction of his sibling. The elder brother, Bakura, lowered his head slightly knowing what the younger wanted to know.
"They have foreign fighters now, I have not seen a fighting technique such as their own." His voice was deeper more low strung years of fighting could wear down upon someone's optimism and within these years of war not many could relish in their happiness. "I was not able to see them in the battle Only one was fighting, From what I have heard there are two this one fights with what appears to be wire form the wounds we found they can prove to be a threat."
"What of the others? I am glad to see you have returned safetly, can it be said of the others?" The elder brother's head remained lowered.
"Honda and Jounochi were found dead at the end of the bridge, the fools were always ones to rush in trying to find glory within battle, but to kill upon a bridge without being spotted had to have taken great skill we must not take them easily even if they were to go after such weaklings." Though only seventeen Bakura was one of the strongest fighters within his unit and had been brought into fighting since he was thirteen.
"Should they be a challenge for you?" His eyes stared forward sensing the tense silence heavy upon them. Bakura would not be one to say he was not strong enough; however the fact nothing was said there was even doubt within his head strong out looking. "I see then. . " Nothing much was spoken between the two even though they were such close in siblings. Bakura fought their father would go sell him as a mercenary and Ryou would remain home alone as he had for years. He stood reclaiming his sword within his hand.
"A peaceful night's rest to you brother." He whispered lowering his head.
"Hn. ." Bakura turned from the room leaving the other alone once more. Ryou looked back to the direction of the arrangement. This had been his life for the past years of his life of a nothing. He went to the gentle glow of the candle feeling it's warmth as his paled lips parted to rid the warmth into nothing but the after feel. Ryou went to his futon removing hid kimono to his under garments, even them being that of a woman's. The wind blew upon the thin doors of his room as he crawled beneath the cotton blankets closing his eyes, despite what other would think he could still see with his condition, although it was only shadows that were offered to him it was better than the utter darkness that came when his eyes would be shut. At a younger age he had once feared that when he opened his eyes from slumber even the shadows would be gone, but as for now fears such as this did not plague his mind. Who would wish for vision within this world of blood shed? He would, It had been clear that he was considered useless even if it had never been said straight to the boys face. He was nit strong even if he had been blessed with sight would he still have been so weak in the eyes of his family? His rest was always mixed with emotions and what ifs within the next hour he was able to ease down his mind and find slumber.
Now within a larger home submerged in a fort with many other homes within the depths of mountains lie the two elite fighters, as they were none as. The room was not orderly and neat as most of the rooms. Giant satin pillows were thrown about here and there draperies hanging from the ceilings hanging down low in light colors of lavender. The room was truly lavished. No lights gave access to the identity of the two figures although the noises and movements from beneath the many covers could indeed hint something intimate. The only distinction given was that one voice would be that of low strung and coy such as a lion perhaps the other a much different of high strung. A knock came to the screen door.
"My lords." A voice came from out side causing the taller of the two to erupt from the cover a annoyed growl coming.
"What is it?" The deeper voice asked impatiently after all he could not leave the other waiting long or himself for that matter. There was a silence almost the entire unit were afraid of these two although very few were to see their faces since they only were really active within the night; however almost all of the unit had heard there voices at least once due to their loud activities. At last the solider had regained his ability to speak.
"Kaiba-sama was angered that you two left the bodies for them to see, he said it was careless and request an audience with you in the morning." A small chuckle came from the room obviously the lighter of the two.
"Oh, but what is the fun if they have no fear, ne? Although I am a bit angry Seto is trying to tell me what to do." It turned into an almost growl."
"You would have to take it up with hi-" The line was never given fully as a throwing blade had made it's self imbedded within the neck of the solider were it currently was becoming coaxed with fresh blood. There was silence before the satisfactory thud of his body hitting the ground, before psychotic laughter replaced the sickening silence of death. After all the perfect combination of the night sex, blood, and death.
Amani: Hehe well yes shortness I know ; I actually really like this one so I will be planing on updating once a week on this one. Anyone know who are hidden figures are o-o? Well reviews are the all so lovley! Oh and of course a special thanks to SecretSoul on for giving me non shit fics to read so my muse could return to me check her out if you like hot yaoi lemons and awesome fic ideas o! Ja-ja mina!