Disclaimer: I don't own anything Ruroken. If you've ever read any of my stuff, you should know this by now.Hitokiri
What does it take to be a hitokiri? I can't help but think on it as I enter, silently, slowly. I' keep my blade hidden. I am careful.
What made me this way? People dying at the hands of others. In pain. Suffering. Death changed my life. I can't help think that it's so ironic. Death brought me here, drawing me into this tangled web, guiding my hand.
Death lead me to this path. Following a man who uses me as a mindless puppet. I let him control me.
I slip through the shadows, my target before me. Fingers brush the blade.
A sound. A gentle stirring. He sleeps, but I realize that even asleep he is alert. Now is not the time...
I will back out of the room, unsure if he knew. I doubt it. If he did, I'd be dead.
It can wait until tomorrow. As long as I smile prettily and remain coy, no one will know. In the end my hatred will avenge my love. Until then, I will continue to play my part.
I will wait.
What does it take to kill?
A reason. Nothing more.
Author's Note: Well, here it is. A random writing by me. Sadly, I've had insomnia for the past 5 days now. This is the result of me attempting to wear myself out. We'll see if it worked.
Anyway, I'm sorry if it isn't that great. Exhaustion isn't great for writing.
Thanks for reading. Please review!
Sirius