Author's Note: Hello peoples that read my stories. I actually realized I have quite a few chapters of this story backed up and I never uploaded it, so here's one. "Song of the Whispering Flowers" will be on hold for a couple weeks, give or take, mostly because I just need a little break to work out some plot details that have been mixed up over the last couple chapters I wrote. So, sorry, I hope a couple chapters of this story will make you feel better? Maybe?
"Look. The North Side is enjoying a pleasant New Year's festival. Let's crash it." Mitsuwa whispered into my ear as our troops slowly inched along the North Side coastline. Little did we know this time would be the last time. We slowly made our way to the western part of their shoreline, a small cozy part of the North Side that we didn't attack often. It normally wasn't too populated, but during the New Year Festival I heard that it was the most densely populated place in the entire district.
Naturally, Mitsuwa had to plan the attack there. We each had our finely sharpened blade, with the ideal that as long as all of us killed off at least one person, since the South Side was more populated than the North Side we would eventually win. Still, even though we outnumbered them very few of us landing a surefire kill before dying.
At last, we had made it to the western shoreline, our planned route of attack. "Attack!" Mitsuwa roared, and as if we were one giant wave we flooded onto shore, charging towards the glowing lights of the festivals. We were about halfway to the first signs of life off the coast when I realized something was up. The buildings around us, which should have been packed with people just docking from the Western Port to celebrate the holidays, were completely deserted.
"Wait!" I called to the army, but it was too late. We had already made it to the first festival, which turned out to be nothing but lights and a trap. We were made for fools. The moment all of us entered the marquee that led to the tent, which had been remarkably long (long enough to trap the troops that had come with me), long drapes fell over the ends of the marquee, trapping us in complete darkness. I tried to escape, but I was too slow to realize what they were doing.
All of a sudden blades shot out of the drapes, striking down everyone and anyone near the edges. Unfortunately for us, they had thought out their trap well. The marquee was so narrow that you had to be within stabbing distance of one of the drapes, meaning everyone standing in the marquee was on the brink of death.
In all the chaos, I managed to get a hold of Mitsuwa, who was the only one fighting back. Even in the pitch-black dark of the marquee, he was trying to rig a bomb to blow up the whole place. I stopped him immediately, grabbed him, and ran. I was lucky, and barely escaped, having sustained a large wound to my left arm. Mitsuwa and I ducked down and crawled through one of the cracks between the North Side Army's soldier's legs, or who I thought to be at the time.
On closer inspection I recognized them as Shinigami, with their distinctive dress style. Not that I cared at that particular moment. Mitsuwa and I ran like the wind, fleeing like a few others had managed to do. We didn't care where we were going, as long as it was away from there. We ran like cowards for what felt like several miles until we finally reached a huge forest, far away from central North Side society. Mitsuwa muttered something, but I didn't hear it. All the running had completely depleted my energy, and in seconds both of us were passed out on the forest underbrush.