Reminiscence of a Sengoku Jidai Maiden II

by ShinjiteruHikari

Their souls are trapped in the modern era to preserve them their bodies are in Jigoku due to an unpredicted conflict. Will Sesshoumaru now Nakata and Rin now Yukiko remember their origin? Will they return? Violence and remembrance of forgotten legends.

1. Blood

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Blood. It's vivid pigmentation stained white skin and contradicted the situation dramatically.

White, the color of purity created a further irony to the owner of the skin. Purity was undeniably absent in the owner.

His nature, that of a killer only hinted of its existence through the two red stripes on his arm and face.

He dropped awkwardly to the floor, prone to it. His right arm, applying a limited pressure on the incessantly bleeding cavity at the edge of his sternum. Each breath rattled his chest violently and the rest of his body followed suit.

It didn't hurt but with every pulse of the heart, he felt more and more empty. It was an ominous wave that threatened him silently. Like a knife that sat in the nook of the throat of his soul, he felt single, unaided, feeble and irrefutably, dying.

In the corner of the morbid enactment, a single petrified figure crouched, prone to the obscurity.

He was alone but not alone.

She was alone but not alone.

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