Hey guys! I've had this story Idea for a while! The scenes just keep

running over and over again in my head, so I decided to FANFICTAMIZE.

I hope you like it! I swear, I'm usually better at writing fanfiction than this,

but some emotions that I feel in my head are hard to describe on a screen.

xoxo

mist

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Bankotsu gasped, waves of pain sending through him as he collapsed against a tree.

Blood was pouring out of a large gash in his side. His eyes scrunched up in pain as he let out a cold laugh, then shook his head as his vision began to blur.

Who knew that I would end at the hands of that puny half demon.

Bankotsu's vision faded into darkness.

He was falling.

Falling into an endless pit of light with nowhere to be.

He had no feeling, no fear, no consciousness other than that he was falling.

Then he finally reached the bottom.

Bankotsu felt something soft underneath him, and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, confused by his surroundings.

Bankotsu was on a soft mattress, his braid messy and tangled, in a small hut that was no bigger than a room at the lord's castle. He tried to prop himself up, but winced from a searing pain in his side. Suddenly he heard a voice from the doorway of the hut.

"Oh! You're awake!" the voice exclaimed.

Bankotsu looked up, to see a woman about two years younger than he is. She dropped the basket of vegetables that she carried and came running to his side. She carefully made him lay back down, then gently unwrapped the bandage across his waist. "How are you feeling?"

Bankotsu didn't answer, but looked away.

"Don't move so much, or your wound will open again." She muttered, while gingerly adding more ointment to the sewed-up gash on his side. He flinched at her touch.

Bankotsu turned his head, and finally got to see the women clearly.

She was dressed in strange clothing, not in the usual kimonos that women wore, but in the attire of a man, though she showed no sign of not being proud of being a woman. Her raven black hair, even as it is tied in a tight low ponytail, reached below her waist, and her delicate eyebrows scrunched up in concentration and warm brown eyes sparkled like stars while she tended to him. Once she was done, she re-bandaged the wound.

"Who are you." Bankotsu asked weakly but fiercely, "Why did you save me."

"I saved you because you were bleeding your life out in the forest by my hut. "She answered, putting away the medical herbs and bandages.

"For who I am, I'm Asami, my parents used to call me Sami." She then turned, and was going to get up when Bankotsu's voice stopped her.

"You have no idea what you just got yourself into, by rescuing me."

Asami turned around, and glanced at him, then smiled a half smile. "Do I look like I care?" She said breezily, before turning to light the cooking fire.

"Just rest and be quiet."