Chapter 1 :: Kenta, the Desire to Kill
Authors Note… This is my first officially published fan fiction. Please review this first chapter – all critiques are welcome. Also, if you have a suggestion or request, please leave a comment, I will read them all. ENJOY
I had only heard the story once before. Even then it had seemed so far-fetched, that I had laughed in the face of the man that told me. But now, I had the wonderful opportunity, of seeing the error in my judgment. If only I could find that small voice, or that damn angel-on-my-shoulder, to tell me how to proceed.
Now, I know age is only a number, but I found it hard to imagine that it was my time to go – at only two hundred years old. And, the man in front of me didn't seem to have a care in the world. His eyes were narrowed, so far as I could hardly see their dark color. His face was sharply angled, with light purple-silver hair falling around it, barely touching his shoulders.
"While I'd love to stay and chit-chat, princess," he smiled, "I do 'ave more adult matters to attend to…"
"Shut-up already," I snapped, "You're going nowhere until I say so."
"So now ya're makin' the rules?"
"Damn straight," I replied with a smile of my own.
"I see," he walked forward a few steps before stopping once more. "So, boss…s," he smirked, "where do we go from here?"
I hadn't thought that far ahead. But I glanced down to my right hand. It was bleeding profusely; I could barely keep my katana up to waist level, let alone thrust it at my attacker.
"Cha…." He sighed deeply, that smile still in his voice. "So, you haven't thought it through, have ya'?"
I cursed myself under my breath.
"I know what I have to do…"
"But can you," he interrupted, moving closer once more.
"Don't you move, bastard!" This only made him laugh, I struggled hard against the pain to raise my sword up to about his abdomen. "I will kill you!"
"I said that I see things differently. Anyway, who was she to you? Some little fling? A one-nigh' stand? No need ta get all worked up about it."
I rushed him then, with every ounce of strength I could find – it wouldn't have filled a tea cup. He drew his sword before I could see him move. The blade missed me by the width of a piece of thread. I dove to the ground, unfortunately landing on my right shoulder, which sent searing pain through my body. If I had ever been struck by lightning, I can imagine it would have been as excruciating. When I finally regained my sight, I realized he was facing away from me now, that guy with the wicked smile. That captain I had grown to hate.
He turned and looked down at me, where I was kneeling. "So… I think we've come to the end of our little engagement."
He paused. Looking from where I had fallen to the place I had dropped my katana, then back to me.
"I think we're finished for today."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He bent down to face me eye-to-eye. "I can wait until ya're more fit to fight me, Kenta Nakano. "
With that he stood, placed a hand on his katana and walked past me –out of sight, by the time I had strength enough to look over my shoulder. I looked after the way he had gone, seething inside with a hatred I had no control over.
That man, I was certain, was a demon – perhaps lower than that – for he had stolen my wife away from me. He had killed her. He had blamed me for it.
And of course, I could prove none of this. A mere fifth seat of squad 8, taking on a captain? Who would endeavor on such a suicide mission?
But I had to take him out. Gin Ichimaru, the captain of squad 3, would fall to my sword.