Kitto Wasuranai
Disclaimer: Nope don't own SJ, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone Warnings: New charas, violence, blood Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site. As long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out. *Notes* First story in the Children's series Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights when I run low on souls... BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! o_O;;;; 'blah blah' - indicating thought ~^~ * ~^~ - indicating time change or memory
The man strolled peacefully through the open field. The long blades of grass tickled his sandaled feet and bare legs. A light breeze blew lazily through the warm air. Jewel colored butterflies and dragonflies floated and buzzed playfully throughout the flowers that were every color of the rainbow. A tiny chestnut colored rabbit stood on top of a rock, sniffing the air, taking off to vanish down its burrow.
The Samurai slowed, taking his time through the field, watching a flock of geese in the shape of a V fly overhead. They honked mournfully to one another, changing directions, rising with the wind, going wherever the wind took them. He watched the formation disappear beyond the emerald treetop of the woods in front of him. He smiled; everything was so serene, perfect to take a short rest before continuing on his journey.
The rabbit that had departed down its hole, remerged followed by another, then smaller rabbits. They took off through the field, disappearing out of sight. A moment later, a herd of deer galloped from the trees, running in all direction barely missing running into the man, heading in the same direction as the rabbits. Jack scratched his head and ducked wildly as a crow came barrelling out of the trees, it screeched loudly, taking for the sky, right into the same flock of geese that had passed by. They broke formation as the crow flew through them, they honked angrily at the disturber but kept going.
The Japanese man's hand hovered instinctively over his sheathed sword at his waist and tensed, listening. Something scared the animals. It took only a moment to smell it. Fire. It was acid smelling, coming from the direction of the fleeing animals. A small cloud of smoke rose into the air, followed by loud burst of gunfire and screaming.
Jack was off, running towards the sounds. He dashed around a large brush, ducking under a low branch, unsheathing his katana. He spotted a clearing through the trees and made his way to it. The stench of burning wood and flesh was overpowering, bringing tears to the man's eyes. More screams urged him to move faster.
He burst through the last bit of brush and skidded to a stop. He couldn't believe the dismay before him. Men, woman and children lay dead, strewn along the forest floor. Their life drained and pooled around their bodies. The fallen women looked as though they had tried to save the children by using their bodies as shields but unfortunately their small frame wasn't much against the attacks. The men, dropped dead as they attacked and defended their smoldering village. What was left of the wooden houses lay in piles of scarred and twisted wreckage. He could still see designs etched into the wood in the shapes of nature.
The intricate burning designs were crushed under heavy metal feet. Red eyes glowered behind metal masks. The robots had a basic humanoid body, dressed as the familiar bounty hunter. They carried weapons of mass destruction. They spread like a virus, not paying attention to the lone Samurai, it was if they were looking specifically for the unarmed individuals.
The warrior gripped the wooden handle of his sword tightly in his hands, enough to make them bleed. His sad expression turning into a dark grimace, anger flared within his soul. He raised his katana and with a war cry raced towards the nearest droid. The metal man barely had the time to look up before his vision split. Black blood oozed from the halved skull as the figure slumped forward but the Samurai was already to the next hunter.
He dodged the flying bullets with ease, slicing through the enemy like butter. The body sparked and cackled before exploding, sending waves of stinging sparks on the man. He ignored the slight pain, his eyes narrowing in antipathy. To destroy the innocent, it tore at him. He jumped over a hunter, slashing through metal. Midnight bloodstained the earth, mingling with the bright red.
A barrage of bullets rained down on him, slicing his arms and legs. The dark crimson soaked his clothing but he gave no attention to his small wounds. He dove for cover though there was none and came up before the one was firing. Jack raised his katana, severing the arms from the robotic man. They and his gun clanged to the ground, his head following. One by one, he removed them from his presence still there were so many, as if every one he destroyed, two more were right there.
He was caught up in the moment that he almost missed the flash of silver in the hazy light. He ducked an attack, rendering another enemy out of commission with his sword. He watched the tiny child sprint across the open land, a bow in her hands. She reached for a wooden arrow from her quiver and notched it against the string of her weapon and pulled it back with great strength. She let it fly, the red feathers whistling angrily through the air as it met it appointed target. The metal man growled, his eyes dimming as he blindly reached for the arrow embedded in the back of his head.
The child was off again, taking down another robot swiftly and precisely. Her long silver hair braided, swinging behind her like a tail. She evaded an attack, graceful like a cat, she hooked the end of her bow around the man's foot, sending him off balance. Before he could righten himself, the girl jumped on top of him, an arrow already waiting. She back flipped off the metal man just as it exploded and crouched low, her own blood colored eyes searching for any more danger. Her tiny leaf shaped ears must have picked something up for she took off like the wind, disappearing behind a collapsing house.
Another figure leapt into the Samurai's vision, a boy this time. He swung his two broad swords like a madman, mowing down the bounty hunters in front of him. He spun them in his tiny hands, shifting from left to right till there was nothing left for him to destroy. His short silver hair whirling as he turned at one last robotic figure sneaking up on him. His crimson eyes narrowed and using the swords in a giant scissor action, decapitated the hunter. He turned, facing the Samurai, taking a step back as if he didn't notice him till now. His silent eyes scrutinizing everything of him before a shout made him turn again, running to the aid of a woman who was being chased by two robots.
The girl appeared again before him, dashing through the doorway of the burning building she disappeared to. It collapsed just as she made her way through the doorframe. A burning beam hit her on the shoulder and she tumbled, rolling, carrying something wrapped in a blanket. Uprighting she looked at the bundle in her arms and Jack could hear the wailing of an infant. Pulling the child closer to her, she jumped back when three hunters rushed to her, raising their guns.
The Japanese man knew she did not have enough time to set the child down, draw forth her bow or run. She was trapped between the burning rubble and the coming threat. He took his katana in both hands again and raced to the aid of the child. She turned her head at his approach, her scarlet eyes wide and deep. She backed even further to the orange and red flames that rose from the crumbled home, almost catching her dark tunic on fire.
Jack slashed through the men easily, their attention on the child in front of them. Black blood swept along the ground, towards the child who took another step back as if she didn't want her bare feet to touch their essence. She ducked around the Samurai, running again to a woman who had appeared at the entrance of the only housing that had not been set on fire. She placed the crying baby in the woman's arms.
"Nornoro, kara an i Tel'Ranaemyn! Lye nauva kwar sen!" the foreign words cascaded into a single note of delicateness. The melodies of the words were soothing, though they spoke great volumes of worry and sacrifice. The woman nodded her head and cradling the child to her, she took off running through the burning buildings. But before she could make it to safety her body was flung to the ground by the impact of a giant sword. The woman cried once, a haunting tone before the life was gone from her.
The child whirled around to see what had become of the woman, her eyes narrowed but little emotion showed. She grabbed her bow from her back and raised it, reaching for an arrow. Jack could almost see the surprise when her hands grasped nothing but thin air, she was out of arrows. She spun on her heels, ducking a hunter's bowie knife and jammed the end of her boy into the metal man's eye. It sparked and the creature bellowed, swinging his knife. A line of red appeared on the girl's cheek, little droplets sliding down her pale skin. There was no reaction to the pain as she struggled for dominance over the knife. The bounty hunter won and kicked the girl away from him sending her flying. She skidded along the dirt and curled into a ball as if that last punch did her in.
Jack wasted no time as he dashed in front of the girl, raising his katana. Sunlight glinted off the metal blade as it slashed through the air. The warrior ducked the exploding pieces of the remains of the hunter and dropped to a knee at the child's side, sheathing his sword. He rolled her to her back, pushing back her bangs to get a better look at her face. She was unconscious by the looks of it. Without haste, he picked the child in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder, he raced towards the forest's safety. There didn't seem to be anymore metallic enemy, for non chased him.
Jack dodged brush and trees at a quick pace. 'There is no one left to save,' he thought. He immediately thought of the young boy, not knowing what became of him. He would go back for him after he found a safe place for the girl. He pushed through a small bush, making thin welts appear on his bare ankles by the thorns. A stick snapped behind and Jack whirled around, almost skidding to a stop, his hand reaching for his sheathed katana.
His dark eyes scanned the forest, every nerve in his body tingling. Someone was there. His breath came out shaky, his heart pounding in his chest. The girl stirred against him, lifting her head, causing a distraction as the Japanese man turned his head. He almost missed the flash of light and he dropped the girl unintentionally as a large sword swung at his head. Jack blocked, dropping to a crouching position, he swung his leg out in arc, sweeping the attacker of its feet.
He jumped back, standing over the girl as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. He raised his katana, the blade sideways at his eye level. His dark gaze widened in surprise to see the young boy standing before him. Rage burned in his scarlet eyes, narrowing at him.
"Move away from her," the boy growled in the language of the world. "Or I will kill you."
"Wait child, you misunderstand," Jack lowered his sword to his side, raising a hand in front of him. "I mean you no-" he was cut off by the boy rushing towards him, bringing his own sword up. The warrior dodged the attack, pushing the boy back with his own.
"Please child," Jack said again. "I am not the enemy. I am a friend."
The boy paused in his attack, his scarlet gaze accusing. He raised his large sword into an attack position.
"Do not harm him brother," came the girl's soft voice. She stood on steady legs and moved around the Samurai to stand beside the boy. "He saved me from the metal creatures." She pressed a hand lightly on the blade, careful of the sharp edge. He slipped her bow and quiver from his back and handed it her. The boy then yielded his weapon and slipped it back into a sheath on his back. He kept his gaze the man, crimson eyes watching like a hawk. The girl stood slightly behind the boy; her brother, tilting her head, her odd colored eyes moving across him, searching.
Jack returned their gaze with one of curiosity and wariness. They may have looked like mere children to him but they were not at all childish when they came to their weapons. They moved like the wind without fear or concern for the enemy and seemed to lack sympathy for the weak. The warrior slid his katana back into it's own sheath at his side and closed his eyes. If any had escaped, they would not return to the ruins of the village or to the children. Dark eyes reopened. The children, did they not have anyone to come back for them?
"Where is your family?," he asked gently.
The two exchanged glances and the girl lowered her head. "We have none."
Again Jack closed his eyes. There seemed to be a sadness they carried, a burden of something that he could not place at the moment. He could not leave them, even though by what he had seen, he was certain they would not fall into trouble they were still children.
"There is... no one left," he said, trying to keep his anger from flaring. Aku. "My name is Jack, I am a friend."
"I am Laila," the girl spoke up, pressing a hand to her heart. "And this is Koro." The boy remained silent, his blood colored eyes glaring at the samurai. She too dropped back in silence and Jack cleared his throat.
"I am honoured to met such young warriors." He bowed, hoping to help lighten the darkness around them. "It would also honour me if you would accompany me to the next town." The red eyes never wavered. "Perhaps I can find a place where you can stay, someone to take care of you."
The twins glanced at each other, as if they spoke silently and Laila lowered her head while Koro finally spoke. "Yes, we will follow you... Jack."
....Hey... who remembers me? *Crickets chirp* I thought so, I lost my motivation to write... but it's back... and here I am *Bows* I plan to finish this charming little story and continue on... for I love to writer Samurai Jack rawr!
Disclaimer: Nope don't own SJ, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone Warnings: New charas, violence, blood Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site. As long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out. *Notes* First story in the Children's series Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights when I run low on souls... BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! o_O;;;; 'blah blah' - indicating thought ~^~ * ~^~ - indicating time change or memory
The man strolled peacefully through the open field. The long blades of grass tickled his sandaled feet and bare legs. A light breeze blew lazily through the warm air. Jewel colored butterflies and dragonflies floated and buzzed playfully throughout the flowers that were every color of the rainbow. A tiny chestnut colored rabbit stood on top of a rock, sniffing the air, taking off to vanish down its burrow.
The Samurai slowed, taking his time through the field, watching a flock of geese in the shape of a V fly overhead. They honked mournfully to one another, changing directions, rising with the wind, going wherever the wind took them. He watched the formation disappear beyond the emerald treetop of the woods in front of him. He smiled; everything was so serene, perfect to take a short rest before continuing on his journey.
The rabbit that had departed down its hole, remerged followed by another, then smaller rabbits. They took off through the field, disappearing out of sight. A moment later, a herd of deer galloped from the trees, running in all direction barely missing running into the man, heading in the same direction as the rabbits. Jack scratched his head and ducked wildly as a crow came barrelling out of the trees, it screeched loudly, taking for the sky, right into the same flock of geese that had passed by. They broke formation as the crow flew through them, they honked angrily at the disturber but kept going.
The Japanese man's hand hovered instinctively over his sheathed sword at his waist and tensed, listening. Something scared the animals. It took only a moment to smell it. Fire. It was acid smelling, coming from the direction of the fleeing animals. A small cloud of smoke rose into the air, followed by loud burst of gunfire and screaming.
Jack was off, running towards the sounds. He dashed around a large brush, ducking under a low branch, unsheathing his katana. He spotted a clearing through the trees and made his way to it. The stench of burning wood and flesh was overpowering, bringing tears to the man's eyes. More screams urged him to move faster.
He burst through the last bit of brush and skidded to a stop. He couldn't believe the dismay before him. Men, woman and children lay dead, strewn along the forest floor. Their life drained and pooled around their bodies. The fallen women looked as though they had tried to save the children by using their bodies as shields but unfortunately their small frame wasn't much against the attacks. The men, dropped dead as they attacked and defended their smoldering village. What was left of the wooden houses lay in piles of scarred and twisted wreckage. He could still see designs etched into the wood in the shapes of nature.
The intricate burning designs were crushed under heavy metal feet. Red eyes glowered behind metal masks. The robots had a basic humanoid body, dressed as the familiar bounty hunter. They carried weapons of mass destruction. They spread like a virus, not paying attention to the lone Samurai, it was if they were looking specifically for the unarmed individuals.
The warrior gripped the wooden handle of his sword tightly in his hands, enough to make them bleed. His sad expression turning into a dark grimace, anger flared within his soul. He raised his katana and with a war cry raced towards the nearest droid. The metal man barely had the time to look up before his vision split. Black blood oozed from the halved skull as the figure slumped forward but the Samurai was already to the next hunter.
He dodged the flying bullets with ease, slicing through the enemy like butter. The body sparked and cackled before exploding, sending waves of stinging sparks on the man. He ignored the slight pain, his eyes narrowing in antipathy. To destroy the innocent, it tore at him. He jumped over a hunter, slashing through metal. Midnight bloodstained the earth, mingling with the bright red.
A barrage of bullets rained down on him, slicing his arms and legs. The dark crimson soaked his clothing but he gave no attention to his small wounds. He dove for cover though there was none and came up before the one was firing. Jack raised his katana, severing the arms from the robotic man. They and his gun clanged to the ground, his head following. One by one, he removed them from his presence still there were so many, as if every one he destroyed, two more were right there.
He was caught up in the moment that he almost missed the flash of silver in the hazy light. He ducked an attack, rendering another enemy out of commission with his sword. He watched the tiny child sprint across the open land, a bow in her hands. She reached for a wooden arrow from her quiver and notched it against the string of her weapon and pulled it back with great strength. She let it fly, the red feathers whistling angrily through the air as it met it appointed target. The metal man growled, his eyes dimming as he blindly reached for the arrow embedded in the back of his head.
The child was off again, taking down another robot swiftly and precisely. Her long silver hair braided, swinging behind her like a tail. She evaded an attack, graceful like a cat, she hooked the end of her bow around the man's foot, sending him off balance. Before he could righten himself, the girl jumped on top of him, an arrow already waiting. She back flipped off the metal man just as it exploded and crouched low, her own blood colored eyes searching for any more danger. Her tiny leaf shaped ears must have picked something up for she took off like the wind, disappearing behind a collapsing house.
Another figure leapt into the Samurai's vision, a boy this time. He swung his two broad swords like a madman, mowing down the bounty hunters in front of him. He spun them in his tiny hands, shifting from left to right till there was nothing left for him to destroy. His short silver hair whirling as he turned at one last robotic figure sneaking up on him. His crimson eyes narrowed and using the swords in a giant scissor action, decapitated the hunter. He turned, facing the Samurai, taking a step back as if he didn't notice him till now. His silent eyes scrutinizing everything of him before a shout made him turn again, running to the aid of a woman who was being chased by two robots.
The girl appeared again before him, dashing through the doorway of the burning building she disappeared to. It collapsed just as she made her way through the doorframe. A burning beam hit her on the shoulder and she tumbled, rolling, carrying something wrapped in a blanket. Uprighting she looked at the bundle in her arms and Jack could hear the wailing of an infant. Pulling the child closer to her, she jumped back when three hunters rushed to her, raising their guns.
The Japanese man knew she did not have enough time to set the child down, draw forth her bow or run. She was trapped between the burning rubble and the coming threat. He took his katana in both hands again and raced to the aid of the child. She turned her head at his approach, her scarlet eyes wide and deep. She backed even further to the orange and red flames that rose from the crumbled home, almost catching her dark tunic on fire.
Jack slashed through the men easily, their attention on the child in front of them. Black blood swept along the ground, towards the child who took another step back as if she didn't want her bare feet to touch their essence. She ducked around the Samurai, running again to a woman who had appeared at the entrance of the only housing that had not been set on fire. She placed the crying baby in the woman's arms.
"Nornoro, kara an i Tel'Ranaemyn! Lye nauva kwar sen!" the foreign words cascaded into a single note of delicateness. The melodies of the words were soothing, though they spoke great volumes of worry and sacrifice. The woman nodded her head and cradling the child to her, she took off running through the burning buildings. But before she could make it to safety her body was flung to the ground by the impact of a giant sword. The woman cried once, a haunting tone before the life was gone from her.
The child whirled around to see what had become of the woman, her eyes narrowed but little emotion showed. She grabbed her bow from her back and raised it, reaching for an arrow. Jack could almost see the surprise when her hands grasped nothing but thin air, she was out of arrows. She spun on her heels, ducking a hunter's bowie knife and jammed the end of her boy into the metal man's eye. It sparked and the creature bellowed, swinging his knife. A line of red appeared on the girl's cheek, little droplets sliding down her pale skin. There was no reaction to the pain as she struggled for dominance over the knife. The bounty hunter won and kicked the girl away from him sending her flying. She skidded along the dirt and curled into a ball as if that last punch did her in.
Jack wasted no time as he dashed in front of the girl, raising his katana. Sunlight glinted off the metal blade as it slashed through the air. The warrior ducked the exploding pieces of the remains of the hunter and dropped to a knee at the child's side, sheathing his sword. He rolled her to her back, pushing back her bangs to get a better look at her face. She was unconscious by the looks of it. Without haste, he picked the child in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder, he raced towards the forest's safety. There didn't seem to be anymore metallic enemy, for non chased him.
Jack dodged brush and trees at a quick pace. 'There is no one left to save,' he thought. He immediately thought of the young boy, not knowing what became of him. He would go back for him after he found a safe place for the girl. He pushed through a small bush, making thin welts appear on his bare ankles by the thorns. A stick snapped behind and Jack whirled around, almost skidding to a stop, his hand reaching for his sheathed katana.
His dark eyes scanned the forest, every nerve in his body tingling. Someone was there. His breath came out shaky, his heart pounding in his chest. The girl stirred against him, lifting her head, causing a distraction as the Japanese man turned his head. He almost missed the flash of light and he dropped the girl unintentionally as a large sword swung at his head. Jack blocked, dropping to a crouching position, he swung his leg out in arc, sweeping the attacker of its feet.
He jumped back, standing over the girl as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. He raised his katana, the blade sideways at his eye level. His dark gaze widened in surprise to see the young boy standing before him. Rage burned in his scarlet eyes, narrowing at him.
"Move away from her," the boy growled in the language of the world. "Or I will kill you."
"Wait child, you misunderstand," Jack lowered his sword to his side, raising a hand in front of him. "I mean you no-" he was cut off by the boy rushing towards him, bringing his own sword up. The warrior dodged the attack, pushing the boy back with his own.
"Please child," Jack said again. "I am not the enemy. I am a friend."
The boy paused in his attack, his scarlet gaze accusing. He raised his large sword into an attack position.
"Do not harm him brother," came the girl's soft voice. She stood on steady legs and moved around the Samurai to stand beside the boy. "He saved me from the metal creatures." She pressed a hand lightly on the blade, careful of the sharp edge. He slipped her bow and quiver from his back and handed it her. The boy then yielded his weapon and slipped it back into a sheath on his back. He kept his gaze the man, crimson eyes watching like a hawk. The girl stood slightly behind the boy; her brother, tilting her head, her odd colored eyes moving across him, searching.
Jack returned their gaze with one of curiosity and wariness. They may have looked like mere children to him but they were not at all childish when they came to their weapons. They moved like the wind without fear or concern for the enemy and seemed to lack sympathy for the weak. The warrior slid his katana back into it's own sheath at his side and closed his eyes. If any had escaped, they would not return to the ruins of the village or to the children. Dark eyes reopened. The children, did they not have anyone to come back for them?
"Where is your family?," he asked gently.
The two exchanged glances and the girl lowered her head. "We have none."
Again Jack closed his eyes. There seemed to be a sadness they carried, a burden of something that he could not place at the moment. He could not leave them, even though by what he had seen, he was certain they would not fall into trouble they were still children.
"There is... no one left," he said, trying to keep his anger from flaring. Aku. "My name is Jack, I am a friend."
"I am Laila," the girl spoke up, pressing a hand to her heart. "And this is Koro." The boy remained silent, his blood colored eyes glaring at the samurai. She too dropped back in silence and Jack cleared his throat.
"I am honoured to met such young warriors." He bowed, hoping to help lighten the darkness around them. "It would also honour me if you would accompany me to the next town." The red eyes never wavered. "Perhaps I can find a place where you can stay, someone to take care of you."
The twins glanced at each other, as if they spoke silently and Laila lowered her head while Koro finally spoke. "Yes, we will follow you... Jack."
....Hey... who remembers me? *Crickets chirp* I thought so, I lost my motivation to write... but it's back... and here I am *Bows* I plan to finish this charming little story and continue on... for I love to writer Samurai Jack rawr!