~Rain at Night. Deep into the Night~
disclaimer: I don't own anything. ;-; Sniff. Wait, I own Larry! (He's my honey... but he doesn't know it yet ^o^) AND I own my title, I hope.
Warning: This story might suck so, you're just warned. And I'm not sure if this should be rated pg or pg-13. I'll keep it on pg-13 just in case.
TO THE STORY!!!!!
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Prologue
He was uncontrollable. He was free to do whatever he pleased as he walked across Ancient Japan. He was like an untamed beast. His fury unleashed every time he swung his sword. He swung his sword into the hearts of man, feeling no pain. no remorse.
He walked past the fields. Bloodshed was everywhere. The sun in the background, was falling down, leaving the world to be succumbed by shadows. The figure walked away from the sun's rays as it engulfed him. If anyone looked at him right now, their breath would be caught in their throat, staring at him. It looked like there was a crimson aura surrounding him, which enhanced the beauty that was already there. The light made his flowing red hair burn. You couldn't see his face because he was facing away from the light. No one had ever seen his face and lived to tell.
He was demon, who loved the taste of fear and blood. He drank in the fear and hate that occupied the very air that he was breathing. He looked down at all the bodies that stood in his way. There seemed to be one still left breathing. He felt no pity for the victim.
He walked towards the living corpse. His footsteps were like drums, a beat of death as he walked. It seemed like he was floating off the ground. Every movement he made was like silk. He took his sword that laid by his side.
"Why?" asked a raspy voice. "Why did you do this?" The Figure walked up to the corpse and just smirked at him. "You don't need to know anything." With that, the sword pierced the poor man's heart. As life seeped out of him, he managed to ask once more, "W-why?" and with that, he died. The figure took out his sword and stared at the blood that trickled down. He brought up his blade and licked some blood away. He smirked and said his answer to the dead corpse, "I kill anyone that comes in my way..."
His eyes that were once golden, resolved to an amber-red. He wiped his sword on a piece of cloth and returned it to its sheath.
He walked away from the grave, and didn't look back.
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Sooo....how did you like it? I liked it. Okay, I actually didn't. -_-' But that's okay..... I wrote it!
ps....there's this little button that says "Go" So you just press it and write something to me!!! I wanna know if I should keep writing this fic..... should I or should I not? Well, I won't be able to update this fic for 3 weeks! Isn't that sad? I'll be gone out of the country. Guess where.......
BUT... I'll be writing more when I'm gone. And when I come back (July 15)...you'll have lots to read!!!! I hope.... Well, I gotta go eat something and I'll see ya later!
disclaimer: I don't own anything. ;-; Sniff. Wait, I own Larry! (He's my honey... but he doesn't know it yet ^o^) AND I own my title, I hope.
Warning: This story might suck so, you're just warned. And I'm not sure if this should be rated pg or pg-13. I'll keep it on pg-13 just in case.
TO THE STORY!!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prologue
He was uncontrollable. He was free to do whatever he pleased as he walked across Ancient Japan. He was like an untamed beast. His fury unleashed every time he swung his sword. He swung his sword into the hearts of man, feeling no pain. no remorse.
He walked past the fields. Bloodshed was everywhere. The sun in the background, was falling down, leaving the world to be succumbed by shadows. The figure walked away from the sun's rays as it engulfed him. If anyone looked at him right now, their breath would be caught in their throat, staring at him. It looked like there was a crimson aura surrounding him, which enhanced the beauty that was already there. The light made his flowing red hair burn. You couldn't see his face because he was facing away from the light. No one had ever seen his face and lived to tell.
He was demon, who loved the taste of fear and blood. He drank in the fear and hate that occupied the very air that he was breathing. He looked down at all the bodies that stood in his way. There seemed to be one still left breathing. He felt no pity for the victim.
He walked towards the living corpse. His footsteps were like drums, a beat of death as he walked. It seemed like he was floating off the ground. Every movement he made was like silk. He took his sword that laid by his side.
"Why?" asked a raspy voice. "Why did you do this?" The Figure walked up to the corpse and just smirked at him. "You don't need to know anything." With that, the sword pierced the poor man's heart. As life seeped out of him, he managed to ask once more, "W-why?" and with that, he died. The figure took out his sword and stared at the blood that trickled down. He brought up his blade and licked some blood away. He smirked and said his answer to the dead corpse, "I kill anyone that comes in my way..."
His eyes that were once golden, resolved to an amber-red. He wiped his sword on a piece of cloth and returned it to its sheath.
He walked away from the grave, and didn't look back.
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Sooo....how did you like it? I liked it. Okay, I actually didn't. -_-' But that's okay..... I wrote it!
ps....there's this little button that says "Go" So you just press it and write something to me!!! I wanna know if I should keep writing this fic..... should I or should I not? Well, I won't be able to update this fic for 3 weeks! Isn't that sad? I'll be gone out of the country. Guess where.......
BUT... I'll be writing more when I'm gone. And when I come back (July 15)...you'll have lots to read!!!! I hope.... Well, I gotta go eat something and I'll see ya later!