Show no mercy to oneself…
I wound my way though the forest, meeting many demons on the way. Those without info were without luck and ended up as a pile of ash. Those with info I let go. Slowly I found the name of who I was looking for. Shigure.
Weeks after I began to search, I found myself in a clearing with a large house. A circle sword hung on one of the walls. I could hear the slight jangle of a bell coming from inside the house. I strode up to the door then paused.
"Enter." I heard a rough grunt from inside. I pushed open the door. My gold eyes widened in amazement at the wide arrange of metal wires that came out of the man before me. He was bent over a table and didn't appear to acknowledge my presence.
"I hear you implant Jagans." I growled softly.
"Only to those who can stand pain." The man, Shigure, stated back.
"I need one."
"Go away kid. I'm not talking about the scrape of a knee or a broken arm. I mean pain." Shigure snapped, his head higher then before. I cursed to myself because the arrow wound had healed in the first week. Then I got an idea. With my left hand I pulled out my katana and with a harsh jab, pierced my right forearm between the bones. I winced and hissed. Shigure looked around as I smiled humorlessly.
"I'm no stranger to pain." I said, my voice cracking slightly. Shigure's eyes glinted with interest. I pulled the sword out of my arm and re-sheathed it.
"My price is a story. The sugary is the work of art and I need art enough of ones life to pay for it." He said quietly as he handed me a cloth to wrap my arm. "If your life is as interesting as you are, then I should be in for a good tale."
"Then I hope I satisfy." I stated before starting.
After I finished, Shigure was silent. His eyes were distant and his hands ran up and down my blade (which he had requested while I was talking.) From what I could tell, he was reading parts of my life off the marks of the blade. I looked at it. After all the fighting I had done from when I left Degarn, the blade was very beaten.
"I accept your tale. I would have thought it a lie if your eyes and sword didn't match. Eyes and swords don't lie, and they tell the same story. There is more to you then meets the eye. A Jagan is yours." I took my sword back from Shigure. "We start now. Lay there." I removed my cloak and scabbard and lay on the bed he had indicated. "I don't have anything to lessen the pain, but like you said, your no stranger to pain."
The knife didn't look comforting. My screams of pain may have been heard from a mile around before I lost consciousness.
AN: pears out Is it any good? Sorry for the sloness. I only just got back on track and got a good group of writing done. Please dont kill me for the break in time. Being as I am still in high school and it got very busy... "Jenny" would know. Oops sorry Jessica. Please Read and review for me. And to appear soon (and I mean soon) Awaken to no sight.