Authors Note: I don't own the song, or this anime. I hope I can capture the moments of young shinta, up to battousai.
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~I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
Shinta smiled happily as he walked down the busy streets with his parents, this was the most beautiful day. The only time he spent time with his family, they were classed as peasants the warm sun beating on their backs.
His eyes misted over, as he watched his parents die there was nothing he could do. There was nothing the higher ranks would do, or that they didn't want to do. They were a low class no one wanted to help them. His blue eyes looked out at the cold world as he was sold into slavery.
~Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
He rode in the back of a wagon that was filled with other slaves, they were all female though. He blinked as he knew what was going to happen to them, but yet he wanted to go back to when his parents were alive he wouldn't be treated like this.
A tall stout man knocked on the neighbors' door, asking if they have seen a small boy walking by, the woman shook her head. That didn't suit well with the man, as he left to go searching for the runaway boy. That's when he came across it.
A yard full of crosses, but that wasn't what surprised him at all. There was small figure sitting in front of a grave yard, looking at three huge rocks. The man walked up behind him, as the boy began to talk to him.
"These were the three girls that were on the slave wagon with me" he said.
The man poured a clear liquid over the three rocks. He stood there while his pupil said his final goodbye, to the woman who died for him.
"No one should leave without tasting some sake" Hiko said.
~I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Shinta argued with his master, over the war that was taking so many innocent lives. Hiko yelled at him saying that his training wasn't over, and to close out the world around him. That was the last hiko saw of his pupil.
Battousai stood with amber eyes, his sword glistening in the night with blood dripping from it. He was one of the feared, cold-hearted assassins of the war, and he would not feel bad.
~Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
He blinked as he tried to figure out where he was. Here he was trying to stop the war, yet he was still shedding more blood. He narrowed his eyes, as they went back to the amber colors.
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This was my first ficcie, please be gentle!
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~I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
Shinta smiled happily as he walked down the busy streets with his parents, this was the most beautiful day. The only time he spent time with his family, they were classed as peasants the warm sun beating on their backs.
His eyes misted over, as he watched his parents die there was nothing he could do. There was nothing the higher ranks would do, or that they didn't want to do. They were a low class no one wanted to help them. His blue eyes looked out at the cold world as he was sold into slavery.
~Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
He rode in the back of a wagon that was filled with other slaves, they were all female though. He blinked as he knew what was going to happen to them, but yet he wanted to go back to when his parents were alive he wouldn't be treated like this.
A tall stout man knocked on the neighbors' door, asking if they have seen a small boy walking by, the woman shook her head. That didn't suit well with the man, as he left to go searching for the runaway boy. That's when he came across it.
A yard full of crosses, but that wasn't what surprised him at all. There was small figure sitting in front of a grave yard, looking at three huge rocks. The man walked up behind him, as the boy began to talk to him.
"These were the three girls that were on the slave wagon with me" he said.
The man poured a clear liquid over the three rocks. He stood there while his pupil said his final goodbye, to the woman who died for him.
"No one should leave without tasting some sake" Hiko said.
~I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Shinta argued with his master, over the war that was taking so many innocent lives. Hiko yelled at him saying that his training wasn't over, and to close out the world around him. That was the last hiko saw of his pupil.
Battousai stood with amber eyes, his sword glistening in the night with blood dripping from it. He was one of the feared, cold-hearted assassins of the war, and he would not feel bad.
~Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
He blinked as he tried to figure out where he was. Here he was trying to stop the war, yet he was still shedding more blood. He narrowed his eyes, as they went back to the amber colors.
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This was my first ficcie, please be gentle!