Oh the joys.. I have returned.. with an asploded version of the original We Will Remember... Oh well you decide what one is better~ 3's to you Kisetsu.

Alas! I had trouble with the Samurai Deeper Kyo aspect... So.. It'll eventually be something else... perhaps Zelda.. -stabbed a gerudo quickly.- Or maybe Naruto.. Even Nora~ Best series ever! 33

Anyways... Thanks again to Neko Rae Rae for all her help and Paper on which I record my chapters.

Chapter 1

Soft fluffy flakes fluttered down from a dark December sky as the soft, pale, diluted glow from a full moon weakly illuminated the blood-stained snow that had settled well before the dawn before last. Cold clumps slowly covered up the bloody imprints that littered the quiet landscape. Here and there, a stray sword or the odd axe or bent lance could be seen stuck in the frozen ground, blood caked and sparkling with icy crystals upon it's blade. War had come across the land some time ago. It had ended that gloomy night.

Amongst the masses of dead and decaying bodies sat one lone person, his back against a tree shattered tree on the edge of the crimson field. The metallic sect of his bloodstained blade that still sat in his hand painted a unwilling smile on his lips. A small blanket of snowflakes now covered shaggy brown hair. Dark eyes stayed fixed upon the frozen and decay filled landscape. A hint of remorse, guilt even flickered through the man but it didn't last very long. He had always loved the snow. It didn't matter how stained or pink tinged it may be. In his hollow eyes the white and red mix held a beauty. Even the dead guys contributed to the murky splendor he himself had created.

Only a short time ago, the thousands of human corpses scattered before him across the battlefield once held life. They now lay cold and pale, eyes clouded and milky from deaths' cold embrace. Men with scared expressions on their now dead faces had lips turned blue from cold. Hearts broken from the misfortune that had taken what they treasured most. Families had been torn apart that night. Sons killed, fathers with them. Wives and mothers filled with madness and grief as loved ones were lost. None of it was relevant now. To him this was art.

The boy sat there, his thoughts overcoming all emotion and feeling. Splotches of what the soldiers previous lives had been like. Did they have a family? Have kids? Were they the only source of income? Meh....The word echoed through his head, bouncing off the plates of his skull before being reabsorbed, Not my problem anymore...

But you killed them... this voice had a sneer in it, causing goose bumps to appear on the mans naked arms You killed them all...and for what? Revenge..? Or do you just enjoy the feeling of running someone innocent through with that blade of yours..? It laughed. Menacing. Unforgiving.

"Shut up.... and I did not kill them all.. Only a few.. And then they left me here.. Damn traitors..." A mumbled command and pissed statement came from him. The voice still rambling on about the dead soldiers in the snow.

And just think of all those beautiful woman you widowed..., The taunt became a sigh as the thought crossed the mans mind, I don't think you'll ever be welcome back in the village after what you just did.. Or Helped do is what I should say. And to think a girl down there thought you were quite char-

"I said shut up!" The command echoed through the air as he stood, shoving his iced hands under his arms in an attempt to warm them, but the voice continued on. He ignored it.

Another sound echoed in the silence, footsteps upon the crusting and bloody snow. The silhouette of another male emerged out of the darkness, his face covered by a darkened silk hood. His hand reached out towards the other stationary boy, fingers flashing almost white in the moonlight.

The males dark, steely eyes settled on the figure of the person that stood before him. A smirk settled upon his lips as he spun around, his steps slow as he left the male where he stood.

Well...that was...strange. The mind voice concluded.

He nodded sighing, "for once I agree with you..."

Heh.. Good.

"Shut up.." Another sigh. Sloshing footsteps. Walking. One thought crossed his mind.

My name is Niko. Please save me from myself.

Yes yes that would be your name if you put it into perspective, Stupid voice didn't know when to stop. Well it is, as far as you know anyways...

"Just ignore it, just ignore it..." Irritation built up in him quickly, ignoring his mental partners jibes as the eerie moonlight glowed brighter. The snow ceased to fall from above and the heavy grey clouds carrying the fluffy crystals had begun to disperse. Nikos' eyes traced the clearing heavens in gaps as the cloud floated away slowly. Here and there a stray whisp of moisture tickled his cheek only to be carried away by a faint wind. Dawn was still far off, Damn.

Come now, it's not that bad is it? The person in his head sighed, Pouting now. At least I don't judge you.. much.

A sigh from the boy hissed through the icy air before silence blanketed the world again. Not a sound echoed through the shadows. Only he moved, Only his loving voice spoke.

would that be the small town whos' men you ki-

"I thought I told you to shut up!" He hissed angerly, sliping into the shadows. Crimson slithered down his lip from a self infliced wound on his lip. Hands shaking from the thought of what wast o happen. The slaughter would be discovered soon. A bounty placed on his had for the third time. again, he had been dubbed a killer; a Murderer.

Oh stop.. you knew it was gonna happen.... Still rambeling about his thoughts and feelings.

Niko growled as he clasped his trembeling hands to the sides of his head, "Don't even start..."

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Done.. This is also an english assignment for school so.. I may be able to update more~

Love and hugs. you know what to do.