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Rated: T/M

Hello people! Me bein' me (major B.F.M.V. and SouXMisao fan) I have put my obsessions together and here it is! A messed up interpretation of 'Hand of Blood' (the album). My first posted fic. But no reviews can be as bad as my own so, review as seen fit. Some parts might not come with a song.

Disclaimer: I own cds and manga not rights!

Thoughts "Speech"

Betrayed one more time
But somewhere down that line
You're gonna get what's coming to you

Look at me now
(Look at me now)
Look at me now

Pull the knife from my back
Soon I'm the one that's on attack
I can't wait to return the favor

Look at me now
(Look at me now)
Look at me now!

Too many times I've seen it rip a hole into our friendship
This is how it's been
How it always will be
You think you're above me? (You think you're above me!)
But now I'm here to envy
FOUR WORDS TO CHOKE UPON

Look LOOK at me now!

Betrayed one more time
But somewhere down that line
You're gonna get what's coming to you

Look at me now
(Look at me now)
Look at me now

Pull the knife from my back
Soon I'm the one that's on attack
Can't wait to return the favor

Look at me now
(Look at me now)
Look at me now

Too many times I've seen it rip a hole into our friendship
This is how it's been
How it always will be
You think you're above me? (you think you're above me!)
But now I'm here to envy
FOUR WORDS TO CHOKE UPON

Look LOOK at me now!

Oh!

Too many times I've seen it rip a hole into our friendship!
Four words to choke upon

Too many times I've seen it rip a hole into our friendship
This is how it's been
How it always will be
You think you're above me? (you think you're above me!)
But now I'm here to envy
FOUR WORDS TO CHOKE UPON

Look LOOK at me now!

Misao stared down at the blank, unmarked headstone. Everyone around thought she'd be balling her eyes out over it. She had at first when he'd bin close to death, but now… Now not a single tear escaped.

"Misao, come we've no reason to be here any longer," Aoshi's dim monotone, hung in the stale air. No one moved until Misao rose.

Even in Aoi-ya the mood didn't change. The depressing atmosphere remained. Most would have thought the place had been deserted. Everyone went about their chores per usual only now not even the wind spoke through the chimes.

It took less then half a month for Misao to finally crack.

"How can he have left us like this!?" she screamed. Tears flowed freely now, the anger too.

"Misao, calm down please," Okon pleaded," It's not his fault, you know that. He was just... he just got… It's what happens when people get old," she finally managed.

"Don't gimme that baby shit! He was strong he could have fought i…" she was cut off sharply.

"Go find something else to do, Okon," Aoshi said never taking his eyes off Misao once she was gone he spoke again," "Misao, stop this at once!"

"Why!? Does it hurt you too? Of course it fucking wouldn't, you too much of a fucking statue!" Misao shouted back.

Aoshi rounded on Misao," No one wanted him to die, Misao. I doubt he wanted to go ether. His death was no one's fault."

Misao stayed silent, her anger building. Her fists bailed so tight they bleed from her nails.

Aoshi continued," Nothing's going to bring him back, and he doesn't want you to dwell on his de…"

"You're one to talk!" she screamed, cutting him off," After Han'nya and the rest died you turned into a fucking monster! How's that for 'not dwelling on it'!"

"This isn't the same!" his own temper was rising.

"Oh yeah! How the hell is it different!? Wait, now I remember their deaths were because YOU thought it would be a good idea to team up with a fucking drug-de…"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

"WHY?! BECAUSE IT HURT'S TO HEAR THE TRUTH!?"

"Misao listen to me for five seconds…" he tried to calm down.

"No you listen to me! YOU betrayed the onwiban to that drug-pushin' pig. YOU almost killed him the first time! And now guess who the Okishira is! Me! YOU listen to ME!"

"Misao, don't," he began, as she walked to her bed room.

She glared over her shoulder, tears still running down her face," It was your fault. If you hadn't turned into a fucking monster, then he'd be here, he COULD have fought," with that she turned and left.

I know it's a little confusing but, it'll stop later.

There goes my valentine again
Soaked in red for what she said
And now she's gone

Oh my god have i done it again
there's a pulse and its deafening.
I can't help what i hear in my head
it's the switch that i flick when he says

Hand of blood, i don't wanna feel, my heart is breaking
Hand of blood, i don't wanna see, my life is burning

I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take
Or are you blind and seeing nothing , I saw you run
I saw you run away
is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing

There's a stain on my hand and it's red
oh my god am i losing it
I can't help what I've done or i said
It's the buttons i push when he says

Hand of blood, i don't wanna feel, my heart is breaking
Hand of blood, i don't wanna see, my life is burning

I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take,
Or are you blind and seeing nothing, I saw you run
I saw you run away,
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing

I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take, or are you blind and seeing nothing?
I saw you run
I saw you run away,
is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing

Life had diffidently changed. From a never ending massacre to unnervingly calm. Soujiro had never thought much of hell but, he was sure he'd be more comfortable there then where he was now. The small town just east of Kyoto was, for lack of a better word, utterly boring. He hadn't expected it to be so easy. Only three people could or would expose his identity (the ex-juppongatana wouldn't say a word) and frankly he'd been looking forward to a cat and mouse game. It had gotten to the point he could practically hear his new sword crying. He did like the town, everyone there knew him and he would gladly help them but it was still painfully quiet. Well until that day.

He walked with his usual seemingly unguarded gate picking up bits of news here and there. One particularly peculiar bit made him stop and listen more carefully.

"Di' ya hear? Ther's some suppos' to be a monster on du lose," a man whispered to his friends.

"Yeah, demon's what I hear. Faster den lightin' and eviler den da devil 'imself," his friend whispered back.

"I heard it's just some convict. The Tokyo police sent a message to da police hear. Think they called 'im Tenken."

At the third mans statement Soujiro started to walk a bit faster away. The rest of the day passed inconsequential. The news spread but, not much happened. He calmed back down after a wile, but nothing's ever that simple.

He began his trek back to back to one of the old hide outs that he'd been using for some time when his over sensitive ears picked up on some less then comforting voices.

"Come on girlie. We ain't gonna hurt ya. We just wanna play a game."

God damn drunks He sighed and turned toward the noise knowing it wouldn't end well. He found them easily and sure enough three large, dirty and very drunken men stood surrounding a very frightened girl only around 12 or 13 years old.

"I don't think she wants to play any games with you," he said in an oddly cheery voice for such not so cheery circumstances.

"Leave hero boy. We don't wanna share," the biggest of the men said, trying and failing to seem intimidating and not drunk.

"Yeah," another sneered," move or be moved," at this all of them drew well hidden weapons.

Soujiro felt his sanity slip then. He hadn't had a fight in the year he'd spent traveling and his more violent side wouldn't let this chance slip. He didn't know what he was doing. Blood was all. The only thing he could see. The salty, metallic tang filled the air. The sickening sounds of metal breaking bone, ripping flesh and men and women's screams split the air turning the night into a blood bath. He couldn't help but love the feeling of blood on his skin. Sounds that would make everyone else run in terror fueled him to do more. When he returned to the real world he felt people watching him. The screams had woken the town and now people stood holding their children so they wouldn't see, some backed away, others stared on in horror.

What? Is it that bad?

He turned and surveyed the bloody seen. The mangled bodies of both the attackers and the victim lay unrecognizable. Blood splattered the walls of surrounding buildings. He recognized the seen, it didn't bother him, but he could feel the hate and fear radiating off the crowd behind him.

He finally turned again and smiled," Sorry." Then he was gone.

This part's song is from 'The Poison'

I see you walking home alone
your face is alive and bright
but you can't see how weak you are 'cause i could end it tonight
it's the feeling you get when you think that someone behind is watching you
well i can tell you know that someone is me

Don't scream i ask of you but then you let one out
so now its time to go
I come down on you like a ton of bricks
all over so it's time to go
Why do you take it all?
Why do i beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor
Why do you take it all?
Why do i beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor HIT THE FLOOR
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Why do you take it all?
Why do i beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor
Why do you take it all?
Why do i beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd HIT THE FLOOR!
Take this from me, I don't wanna hurt you
Take this from me, I DON'T WANNA HURT YOU!

Misao sprinted away from the place she once called home but, now called hell. She sprinted away from the anger and the truth. She sprinted away from him. She sprinted till she collapsed. As she fell someone chuckle behind her. With what little energy she had left she rolled over and sat up. At first she glared at man who stood staring at her with an amused look on his face, the glare disappeared when she registered the copper smell radiating off him and sticky red liquid he was covered in. Blood. She stared now wide eyed at him. She recognized the empty smile that never reached his bright cobalt eyes. The messy dark brown hair and the lake of presence he had, like a ghost the only evidence he was really there was his physically being.

Tenken no Soujiro.

He easily read the fear written freely on her face," Please don't scream. I don't wish to be caught and you 'd have trouble as we…"

Too late, she'd heard the 'people after' part and gave a long, loud whistle. She felt his hand over her mouth a split second later. She glared at him, he just smiled back.