Poor Little Bandits

No, there isn't a point to this. It was just a particularly stubborn little 'plot' bunny.


"Now."

That voice…that irresistible, sexy voice that he always obeyed. Jakotsu finished painting his face (because one should always look good for the poor little bandits) and followed the others at a run.

They were chasing down some bandits for a small-town lord. Nothing big, but it meant money.

They'd dealt with these bandits before, but when that lord had conveniently forgotten payment, they'd let the tribe live. So it was only natural that these men die at the hands of those that spared them once before.

Besides, he found those bloody corpses dressed in little but rags irresistibly sexy.


This entire thing started from the last line, and it just wouldn't go away. So I fleshed it out a bit. No emotion, no character, nothing by poorly-written drabble humor. We all have crappy days/weeks/years.