The History Of Battousai the Manslayer
Disclaimer: I don't own Rorouri Kenshin.
The streets were silent as a young man with flaming red hair and angry red eyes walked down through the midst of town. This man was known as the legendary Battousai the Manslayer. Everyone knew that his blade had tasted blood; everyone recognized that gleam in the man's eye. The blade would taste blood again on this night. The Battousai was after only one man on this night; a man named Janadai. Janadai was an important man in this war; he was powerful and brave. This is why the Battousai hunted him. The doors slammed open in the mansion of Janadai. The man with red hair and angry eyes stood with his sword in his hand, facing two guards. Before the guards could reach their swords, the Battousai was behind them, wiping their blood from his sword. The ground was slick, but the manslayer still dashed up the stair to the lair of Janadai. "I am not afraid of you, Battousai," the voice came from a young man with black hair and a stern look on his face. "I can change that," were the only words uttered from the manslayer. He spoke with a sinister tone that could not be replicated. He ran to Janadai and attacked with a downward stroke that severed the man's hand from his wrist. The hand landed and slid away on it's own glistening blood. Janadai was now truly frightened. He clutched his stub of an arm and backed away, dropping his sword. "Bastard! Stay away." He was shaking like a twig in a breeze. The Battousai grinned and lunged like a bobcat. The former man's head bounded free like a melon dropped from a cart. His work was done for the night. He sheathed his sword and strode away.
The next night the legendary manslayer was going out again. His blade would once again taste sweet blood. Tonight he was going after a slightly more skilled opponent. This man was a general with amazing talent. The Battousai wanted someone who would fight back, and he would get it. He would get more than he was expecting, though. "Pitiful weaklings." The manslayer again wiped off the blood of the guards, but this time his opponent stood directly before him. "Hello Battousai. You have finally met your match." The General wielded a small, but very light sword, obviously built for speed. "Have I? It does not seem so." Before he was finished speaking, the general was already in mid-lunge. "Bastard. Let me finish speaking!" The manslayer made seven precise slashes, cutting the general like tofu. His severed head still spoke. "You-you son of a bitch. You will be defea-" He was cut short by the Battousai's foot. As he wiped off his sandal, the manslayer saw a shadow, moving extraordinarily fast. He held his blade ready as the shadow drew closer. A glint of steel; one slash- no two; both down the Battousai's cheek, leaving a cross-shaped mark. He did not wince, though it was bleeding excessively. He saw a one second opportunity and took it. His blade bit through skin, flesh and bone, cutting the man in two. "Gotcha. bastard," The Battousai slowly passed out due to blood loss. He would not wake up for a long time.
When he woke, his shirt was soaking in blood. His face wound had stopped bleeding, but left a large scar. He turned his head and was staring his old enemy, Hinsaru Kiubasa, in the eyes; though these eyes were lifeless. "He finally tried to get revenge," he thought aloud. This dead man had fought with the Battousai once before and bore a slightly mutated face because of it. The manslayer had made countless slices through his face, which shifted the skin when it healed. The manslayer got up and wrung out his bloodstained shirt. He strode into the streets plotting his next attack.
Plz Review! Chap. 2 comin' soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own Rorouri Kenshin.
The streets were silent as a young man with flaming red hair and angry red eyes walked down through the midst of town. This man was known as the legendary Battousai the Manslayer. Everyone knew that his blade had tasted blood; everyone recognized that gleam in the man's eye. The blade would taste blood again on this night. The Battousai was after only one man on this night; a man named Janadai. Janadai was an important man in this war; he was powerful and brave. This is why the Battousai hunted him. The doors slammed open in the mansion of Janadai. The man with red hair and angry eyes stood with his sword in his hand, facing two guards. Before the guards could reach their swords, the Battousai was behind them, wiping their blood from his sword. The ground was slick, but the manslayer still dashed up the stair to the lair of Janadai. "I am not afraid of you, Battousai," the voice came from a young man with black hair and a stern look on his face. "I can change that," were the only words uttered from the manslayer. He spoke with a sinister tone that could not be replicated. He ran to Janadai and attacked with a downward stroke that severed the man's hand from his wrist. The hand landed and slid away on it's own glistening blood. Janadai was now truly frightened. He clutched his stub of an arm and backed away, dropping his sword. "Bastard! Stay away." He was shaking like a twig in a breeze. The Battousai grinned and lunged like a bobcat. The former man's head bounded free like a melon dropped from a cart. His work was done for the night. He sheathed his sword and strode away.
The next night the legendary manslayer was going out again. His blade would once again taste sweet blood. Tonight he was going after a slightly more skilled opponent. This man was a general with amazing talent. The Battousai wanted someone who would fight back, and he would get it. He would get more than he was expecting, though. "Pitiful weaklings." The manslayer again wiped off the blood of the guards, but this time his opponent stood directly before him. "Hello Battousai. You have finally met your match." The General wielded a small, but very light sword, obviously built for speed. "Have I? It does not seem so." Before he was finished speaking, the general was already in mid-lunge. "Bastard. Let me finish speaking!" The manslayer made seven precise slashes, cutting the general like tofu. His severed head still spoke. "You-you son of a bitch. You will be defea-" He was cut short by the Battousai's foot. As he wiped off his sandal, the manslayer saw a shadow, moving extraordinarily fast. He held his blade ready as the shadow drew closer. A glint of steel; one slash- no two; both down the Battousai's cheek, leaving a cross-shaped mark. He did not wince, though it was bleeding excessively. He saw a one second opportunity and took it. His blade bit through skin, flesh and bone, cutting the man in two. "Gotcha. bastard," The Battousai slowly passed out due to blood loss. He would not wake up for a long time.
When he woke, his shirt was soaking in blood. His face wound had stopped bleeding, but left a large scar. He turned his head and was staring his old enemy, Hinsaru Kiubasa, in the eyes; though these eyes were lifeless. "He finally tried to get revenge," he thought aloud. This dead man had fought with the Battousai once before and bore a slightly mutated face because of it. The manslayer had made countless slices through his face, which shifted the skin when it healed. The manslayer got up and wrung out his bloodstained shirt. He strode into the streets plotting his next attack.
Plz Review! Chap. 2 comin' soon!