…so...HOPEfully this chapter will catch your attention. ^_^ Enjoy…
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~…Assassins never fear Gokou … do you understand?...~
The small 7-year-old boy stared into the pleasant household. He gripped his katana, observing the family, seeing the tenderness that filled the room. How he longed to be in a family…how he desired love…something he had never known. When Dokusha found him…at 5…he was a naïve dusty boy—nothing more, nothing less. Dokusha…what had he said?
~…You do not feel anything…no pain…no love…no sorrow…~
He felt the sting of tears in his eyes, but the boy quickly wiped them away…
~…They do not cry, Gokou, they do not have any emotions…~
The small girl ran into her father's arms. He embraced her with affluent devotion and compassion. A soft giggle escaped the child's delicate lips, as she snuggled against her father's seemingly safe bulk. The mother smiled toward her family, placing a hand over her heart. A twinge of grief entered the boy's soul…but he quickly shoved it out…
~…No guilt…no sadness…and especially Gokou…no fear…~
It is time…The boy clenched his weapon of death and leapt onto the roof above, with grace and stamina. Silently, he crossed the squeaky shingles, never once making a noise, passed the chimney, and finally ceased before the skylight. Peering in…
~…Assassins kill without hesitation…never leaving a track behind…~
He opened the skylight, his small hands quivering...
~…one mistake…and the assassin will be caught and killed…~
The boy closed his bright green eyes, took in a deep soothing breath, swallowed the lump in his throat, and leapt through the skylight. His precision of his landing could not have been calculated better...
~…you must be perfect…you must not fail Gokou…ever…~
The carpet gave way to Gokou's apprehensive footsteps, not one audible noise came from this young assassin. He paused…he listened with acute hearing to the voices… "Good night my little butterfly…" It was the father. He was merely giving his daughter a good night kiss. Gokou crept on. The glint of his katana gave him courage…now Gokou…He darted through the shadows—stop. The father and the mother were getting ready for bed. NOW! In the next instant, the sound of skin being penetrated filled the silent room. The katana emerged through the front of the father—in his gut. Rather than glimmering, it dripped with the liquid of death. Pulling it back out, the man fell to the ground, moaning. Shut-up!! Again and again, the blade pierced the body, until it lay limp in a red pool. Footsteps…
~…never leave a track behind....~
A gasp…silenced…a katana at her throat. The boy's eyes held no mercy in them…as he intently stared at the mother. Tears began streaming down her cheeks, her chin, and her whole face. The boy winced…no…don't hesitate…Her eyes begged him to let her live, his heart told him the same. Yet, Dokusha's voice entered his head again and the blade entered her neck, piercing the artery, which seemed to explode. Blood spewed, splattering the boy as he stood there with his weapon in her throat. Her eyes, once tender, once full of life and love, glazed over, as blood seeped down her lifeless body. At that moment, all emotions left the poor boy. He stood there, empty. In silence he came…in silence he left…
~…You are ruthless, heartless, and cold-blooded…You are an assassin now, Gokou, my boy…~
Gokou jolted up. His sheets were in a crumpled mess on the floor. Every part of his body felt the passion of an assassin…his blood boiling…his head throbbing…his senses alert….
…The silent room…
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That's it. Sorry…I know it was kind of weird…but, oh well. ^_^ I'll write some more later.
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~…Assassins never fear Gokou … do you understand?...~
The small 7-year-old boy stared into the pleasant household. He gripped his katana, observing the family, seeing the tenderness that filled the room. How he longed to be in a family…how he desired love…something he had never known. When Dokusha found him…at 5…he was a naïve dusty boy—nothing more, nothing less. Dokusha…what had he said?
~…You do not feel anything…no pain…no love…no sorrow…~
He felt the sting of tears in his eyes, but the boy quickly wiped them away…
~…They do not cry, Gokou, they do not have any emotions…~
The small girl ran into her father's arms. He embraced her with affluent devotion and compassion. A soft giggle escaped the child's delicate lips, as she snuggled against her father's seemingly safe bulk. The mother smiled toward her family, placing a hand over her heart. A twinge of grief entered the boy's soul…but he quickly shoved it out…
~…No guilt…no sadness…and especially Gokou…no fear…~
It is time…The boy clenched his weapon of death and leapt onto the roof above, with grace and stamina. Silently, he crossed the squeaky shingles, never once making a noise, passed the chimney, and finally ceased before the skylight. Peering in…
~…Assassins kill without hesitation…never leaving a track behind…~
He opened the skylight, his small hands quivering...
~…one mistake…and the assassin will be caught and killed…~
The boy closed his bright green eyes, took in a deep soothing breath, swallowed the lump in his throat, and leapt through the skylight. His precision of his landing could not have been calculated better...
~…you must be perfect…you must not fail Gokou…ever…~
The carpet gave way to Gokou's apprehensive footsteps, not one audible noise came from this young assassin. He paused…he listened with acute hearing to the voices… "Good night my little butterfly…" It was the father. He was merely giving his daughter a good night kiss. Gokou crept on. The glint of his katana gave him courage…now Gokou…He darted through the shadows—stop. The father and the mother were getting ready for bed. NOW! In the next instant, the sound of skin being penetrated filled the silent room. The katana emerged through the front of the father—in his gut. Rather than glimmering, it dripped with the liquid of death. Pulling it back out, the man fell to the ground, moaning. Shut-up!! Again and again, the blade pierced the body, until it lay limp in a red pool. Footsteps…
~…never leave a track behind....~
A gasp…silenced…a katana at her throat. The boy's eyes held no mercy in them…as he intently stared at the mother. Tears began streaming down her cheeks, her chin, and her whole face. The boy winced…no…don't hesitate…Her eyes begged him to let her live, his heart told him the same. Yet, Dokusha's voice entered his head again and the blade entered her neck, piercing the artery, which seemed to explode. Blood spewed, splattering the boy as he stood there with his weapon in her throat. Her eyes, once tender, once full of life and love, glazed over, as blood seeped down her lifeless body. At that moment, all emotions left the poor boy. He stood there, empty. In silence he came…in silence he left…
~…You are ruthless, heartless, and cold-blooded…You are an assassin now, Gokou, my boy…~
Gokou jolted up. His sheets were in a crumpled mess on the floor. Every part of his body felt the passion of an assassin…his blood boiling…his head throbbing…his senses alert….
…The silent room…
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That's it. Sorry…I know it was kind of weird…but, oh well. ^_^ I'll write some more later.