As I said in the other story I have trouble finding my mistakes so if you find any (I'm fairly sure this one is as close to perfect as i'm going to be able to get it my self) please leave a review and tell me were to look. Thanks
On another note. None of these stories are going to be over a chapter long and none are meant to be related to each other (unless I say otherwise at the beginning of the story).
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-Unfit for a Human's grave-
The door opened letting in the rain and cold of the outside. A lone figure walks into the room closing the door behind him. "What do you want?" Asked a man wearing a grease stained shirt behind the bar. The stranger didn't answer but sat sown on a stool staring at the bar. "Hey what are ya gonna have." Asked he man again. "Nothing. At least not from you." The stranger said. The man behind the bar shrugged. "Suit your self but if you wouldn't mind not dripping all over my floor, you keep that up and you may find your self cleaning it with your mouth." The stranger shrugged and flipped the cloak off reviling dark gray armor over a white tunic and a massive sword that almost touched the ground. The stranger raised his head sending his light almost white colored hair tumbling down almost to the small of his back. His eyes met those of the bartender sending a shiver though the lesser man. The stranger's eyes glared silver daggers into the man. "As you wish, however, I doubt you could make me." The bartender shuddered again and turned away to his other customers who were edging back from the stranger. The stranger waited silently staring down at the table. After a while the door opened again and a second stranger walked in dressed identically to the first. A third followed the second in and they sat next to the first. The bartender made no notice of the newcomers. A forth appeared on the doorway and the first three moved to an empty booth to the side allowing the fourth to join them. They talked among themselves in low voices for a while and then left again out into the rain. "Damn those monsters gathering around human places as if they were the rulers of the world." Said one of the guests. "Well its not like we can do anything about it, no one has the strength to stop them." Said a second one. "Damn Claymore's, they all should go die some were with the yoma, and leave us alone." said a third over a mug. The other patrons whispered their agreement.
"Here we go," Said the leader as he charged the monster before the four of them. The other three followed moving faster than any human, covering the distance in an eye blink. The leader sliced down, tearing a huge gash in the monsters chest. Blood dripped from the wound. The other three followed aiming for arms and weak spots in the monsters armored skin. The monster caught one crushing him and dropping the mangled corpse. A second one got through, his slice ripped another gash in the monsters side. The third was sent flying back by a blow from the monster's huge fist. It rammed him into a tree shattering it and receiving deep gashes from the shrapnel before running into another tree before collapsing to the ground unmoving in a slowly expanding pool of his own blood. The two remaining warriors charged again at the monster, dodging attacks and striking when they could. The second claymore jumped from behind the monster aiming for its head. It whirled slicing him in half with its hand letting the halves fall to the ground. As the monster was still turning the leader charged striking faster than the human eye would have been able to catch, slicing the monsters head form its cut and bleeding body. The leader heaved a sigh and sheathed his blade looking over his fallen comrades. "I'll see you off, this is my fault after all, not yours." A man in dressed in black stepped into the forest clearing. "Your next mission has already been decided, you are to leave immediately." "I will be there as soon as I take care of business here." the warrior replied "Only traitors delay their work, it's a days march from here to there, you will be there in a day." The warrior nodded as the man in black walked back the way he came. Leaving him to his thoughts.
"What the hell… What does he think he's doing back here?" muttered one of the citizens in the crowd that had gathered to watch as the claymore brought in the bodies of the others that had been with him. He laid them down carefully side by side their swords at their feet near the middle of the town. "I need to leave or I would do it my self, but could you please bury them, use their swords as the markers, and if nothing else, treat them as humans, for the first time since they became claymores they are at peace, treat them as you would your own." he said leaving the city and his comrades behind. "What should we do?" murmured a voice in the crowd. "We should bury them, they did save us." said another. "These are the sliver eyed warriors, we should cast their bodies out as food for the crows." called a third voice from the crowd. "Yeah, they aren't human, devils they are, let them rot. They aren't fit for no human's grave." called another voice. The rest of the crowd joined in adding their agreement to the rising jeers . Soon a few men came forward, slung the bodies into carts and hauled them out to the outskirts of the town. Dumping the bodies in a heap just out of sight of the main road. The jeering crowd dispersed slowly. Soon they forgot about the bodies of the claymores they had left outside the town. Leaving them as they had promised to, to rot and feed for the crows.
A few months later the same claymore walked into the town, passing though to another job. Entering in from an odd place just out of sight of the main road to keep from causing a disturbance. On the way in he almost tripped over the hilt of a claymore buried in the grass, looking he quickly found the two others, no part of the bodies remained but he could guess what had happened. "I will find you a final resting place, a better place, some were where you will be as human once again." he carried with him the three swords. He came to a clearing in the woods outside of the town. He placed the swords in a row, their symbols facing in toward the peace of the clearing. He turned leaving the battle field, his comrades now laying peacefully in the clearing where they had met death, in the woods outside of the town where they were deemed 'unfit for a human's grave'.