My first RuroKen fic, swift and hopefully to the point. I'm not to sure where it started, much less where it began, but I do hope you enjoy it. Feel free to review and give me pointers.
Disclaimer: RuroKen belongs to Watsuki Nobuhiro and a whole bunch of other people. I am not one of them.
The silence of the night was momentarily shattered by the sound of screams. A silver blade, stained with blood, shone in the moon's pale light. Standing in the sea of blood was a youth with red hair and eyes the colour of gold. On his cheek were two scars from old sword wounds, one running along his jaw-line, the other coming down from below his eye. His eyes shone with the same sharp light of his sword.
Although small in stature, he towered over the last living member of the group he had killed.
"Why…" the dieing man rasped. "Why do you do this…?"
The swordsman narrowed his eyes and, unhesitatingly, dealt his answer with the killing strike.
"Tenchuu."