Blade of the Immortal :
Chapter Five: Shira
The blond couldn't help but love the look on the cults faces, yet the girl only seemed to squeeze her tighter. Hyakurin gently loosened the girls grip as she whispered "Don't worry, we're all here to protect you, and that big funny looking man, will make sure we're safe." Her chocolate eyes watched the girl nod before fixing themselves back on the men. "You've got to be kidding me. They sent three runts expecting them to do what?" She asked no one unparticular, "Haha", Manji laughed at Magatsu. "Did you hear what she just called you?" Stone-faced, Magatsu replied, "What exactly makes you think she was talking about me?" (sweat drops all around) Whipping his head around, Magatsu suddenly ran into the forest without saying a word. He had seen a ghost of movement and color that didn't belong in this forest. There it was again at the periphery of his vision.
The girl screamed as she held onto Hyakurin, Her small body shook as she buried her face in the woman's chest, Crying out the words "Stop" Chocolate eyes looked down at her as the woman kissed the Childs head. "Your safe."
"I'm sorry, but you know I'm going to have to kill you guys before I go help my buddy out. I'm afraid I just can't trust you not to try anything while I'm gone y'see." Manji said while caressing his blood drenched blades most disturbingly.
Magatsu held clutched at his side where Shira had cut him open. The bastard had just barely missed anything vital.
Hyakurin's eyes widened as she seen Shira appeared, she grasped the small sword she had along her side and rushed to block the mad mans attacked aimed for Magatsu once again. Her chocolate eyes peered up at the blond man knowing that she was no match for the over grown man she quickly moved away from his sword. "I told you Blondie when it comes you killing you're a mere ammeter. Your no match for me."
She knew all to well on how right he was, the only one of the Mugai-Ryu that even remotely stood a chance against the mad man was Giichi. For the first time Hyakurin was in need of desperate help, yet the man that always rescued her was no were to be found. Again he attacked her making her fall to her knees holding her sword up with both of her frail arms as he pushed down with his.
She went to move away once more yet was thrown against the tree, pinned by his forearm letting his free hand grasp her wounded thigh firmly. Letting his finger glide under her bandages he inserted his fingers into her warm flesh. Knowing not to scream the blond woman whimpered in pain. Those basted broke her body well yet they couldn't make her talk nor could they brake that cocky attitude that she had. Letting his fingers slide out of the bandage he began to slide his hand up her thigh.
The sent of her sweat, blood, among so much more about her Shira smiled, yet only for a moment. Hyakurin kicked him, and making sure that the hit count Shira though her to the ground forcefully. Her small frame bounced one it hit the dirt beneath her, she lay there for a few moments as she got up on all fours and began to stand only to be kicked in the stomach. Letting her body fall to the ground once more, this time she stayed there.
She didn't move, she didn't speak, she didn't cry out, the only sine of life from the blond woman was the slow rising and falling of her chest. Shira turned his attention back to the fallen Ronin "Now for you." He said as she walked back towards the man that Hyakurin fought to protect.
The young girl screamed as she watched the attack turn to the blond woman, then only to watch her body fall to the ground almost lifeless. She screamed louder as the sweets that were once in her hand fell to the ground, the sight of Shira himself was enough to scare the hell out of the girl. Yet to watch the woman who has cared for her the same as her mother had be beaten down and laying face down in the dirt. Falling to the road she sat there hugging her knees, wanting to run yet her body did nothing she told it. Closing her eyes the young girl fainted from fear, laying in a tiny heap in the center of the road.
Rushing in with his cruelly serrated blade, Shira was barely blocked by Magatsu's hastily raised sword. These quick actions only tore wider the ragged wounds inflicted by Shira. Swinging back the arm of bone, Shira drove the bone spear straight towards Magatsu's heart only to be blocked when Magatsu quickly twisted out the dagger hidden in the long bamboo hilt of his sword. But, although he managed to block it the insane fury of Shira was driving the bone points into his flesh. Pushing forward like a mad bull they both crashed through the brush, and Shira was roaring... no, this was a different sound. And then he was falling through the air as Shira threw him back over the Cliffside.
A tiny form awoke unnoticed by any...
Walking back towards Hyakurin, Shira licked Magatsu's blood intermingled with his own dripping from the bone points of his arm. Looking to her supine form with blood and lust filled eyes, he said, "I see you've seen some rough use lately. But, I'm afraid you're going to see worse now. You see, I just can't help it. Something about when the blood starts to run you see? It just gets me SO excited!" Resting the tip of his blade lightly at her throat he slowly ran the point downwards leaving behind a thin trail of blood and parting her Yukata with the quiet sounds of tearing cloth. Flipping open her robe with the tip of his sword, the only thing covering her pale skin was the thin ribbon of scarlet that snaked down from her throat to below her navel. Hyakurin was moaning faintly as Shira kneeled down to begin his evil work, when a hurtling ball of crying fury impacted with the back of his head. "You bad, bad, bad man!", cried the furious child. Holding a piece of rock as an improvised dagger, she stabbed down at the top of Shira's head repeatedly again, again, and again finally scoring a lucky hit tearing through the sclera of Shira's right eye. Blood and fluid running from his ruined eye, Shira finally caught the girl, tearing her off his back and hurling her into a nearby tree, nearly breaking her tiny form in half as she sank to the forest floor totally motionless. Laughing madly with the pain, Shira knelt before the still unconscious Hyakurin. Digging his fingers into the bone of her shoulder, he roused her so that she would be awake for what he was about to do to her. Suddenly light glinted off something metallic from his forehead and similarly from the middle of his chest. "Why is it that no one can leave me in peace?", he asked. As he slumped forward the double points of Manji's dagger slid wetly from the back of his head as did Magatsu's sword from his heart. "May you find even less peace in the warm embrace of hell, you bastard.", cursed Magatsu.
Manji kicked Shira's motionless form off from atop Hyakurin, smoothly kneeling and whipping off his kimono to cover her. "Are you alright?" he asked her as he put his hand behind her shoulders helping her to sit up.
Meanwhile
A tall spare form walked over to pick up and cradle a tiny body grown even tinier in death. He laughed a sob, as he pondered the cruel irony of death in a verdant sea of green so full of life as this forest. There was no sound except for the silent whisper of leaves falling down to earth as if the heavens had hushed all the useless noise of the world to pay respect to this brave little girl whose life had been cut so brutally short.
Her hair was soaked in blood most of it her own, though her eyes looked at Manji, they could not see anymore than the blurry globs of color. Her smaller figure lay there in his arms, her body full of pain, yet still she refused to cry out. "Mag..." Her voice shrouded in pain from the fresh wounds that Shira had responded, and replaced with new ones.
Her deep brown eyes looked at the man yet only recognized him by the colors of his kimono. "Manji," her voice slightly better, "I guess I was more trouble than I'm worth." she chuckled as she held her ribs. Knowing her body couldn't take much more she sighed longingly, "Where's Magatsu? The girl, where's my baby girl?" she asked though the child was not her own. waiting to hear his voice telling her that the child was find that she had hid and returned once the battle had moved on, at least that's what she wanted to hear.
Mere Moments ago
She woke up somewhat disoriented, but then she remembered where she was and what that bad man was doing, and the fear came crashing back down. She wanted to run, she wanted to run so badly, she had never felt so scared in all her life. But there was Obasan lying lifeless on the ground. And if Hyakurin's chest rose ever so slightly how was a child to notice and not simply assume her dead. And then she saw Magatsu get thrown over the cliff to die too. "Hahaue... Chichiue...", she said flashing back to another murder she'd witnessed. But, they weren't here to help any longer. For a moment just a moment she felt so empty she thought she must have died, but then the rage came quickly rushing in, if they were going to leave her again, she wouldn't let them. She'd go too, but first-- she would make that bad man PAY! And then she picked up that rock and the rest you know...
At the same time
It can't be described in words the shock Magatsu felt as he hurtled backwards over the cliff, it was literally as if the earth had fallen away from under him. Anyone would panic in such a situation, and anyone who says different is a liar. But, maybe 1 man in a 100 would have the presence of mind to react in the split second between life and death as Magatsu did. Quickly stabbing out with his sword and knife, he plunged them both in the cliff-face, and though the dirt was somewhat loose, his sword managed to lodge in deeply enough to save him before he had fallen too far and his momentum would've been too great to stop. Now he just had to climb back up there before that sick bastard Shira did anything irreversible...
The present
Manji said nothing, because there was nothing he could say. So, he simply held her, because it was all he could do. And Magatsu walked over to Hyakurin, carrying the little girl so carefully, as if she was just sleeping and he didn't want to wake her. And laying the girl carefully at her feet he said, "Here is your daughter...", and if there was a slight tremble to his voice who could fault him for that.
Authors Note
Okay this is the Fifth chapter. I DO NOT OWN Blade of the Immortal, Hiroaki Samura and Dark Horse comics own it I'm just barrowing it. This is also based after the 12th book Fall Frost. Please leave a review and let me know what you think, and Please also note that I am not the only writer of this story, a friend (Joel) also helps write it. He writes for Manji and Magatsu, and I write for Hyakurin and Giichi. Anyone else we've both used. Thanks for reading
Chapter Five: Shira
The blond couldn't help but love the look on the cults faces, yet the girl only seemed to squeeze her tighter. Hyakurin gently loosened the girls grip as she whispered "Don't worry, we're all here to protect you, and that big funny looking man, will make sure we're safe." Her chocolate eyes watched the girl nod before fixing themselves back on the men. "You've got to be kidding me. They sent three runts expecting them to do what?" She asked no one unparticular, "Haha", Manji laughed at Magatsu. "Did you hear what she just called you?" Stone-faced, Magatsu replied, "What exactly makes you think she was talking about me?" (sweat drops all around) Whipping his head around, Magatsu suddenly ran into the forest without saying a word. He had seen a ghost of movement and color that didn't belong in this forest. There it was again at the periphery of his vision.
The girl screamed as she held onto Hyakurin, Her small body shook as she buried her face in the woman's chest, Crying out the words "Stop" Chocolate eyes looked down at her as the woman kissed the Childs head. "Your safe."
"I'm sorry, but you know I'm going to have to kill you guys before I go help my buddy out. I'm afraid I just can't trust you not to try anything while I'm gone y'see." Manji said while caressing his blood drenched blades most disturbingly.
Magatsu held clutched at his side where Shira had cut him open. The bastard had just barely missed anything vital.
Hyakurin's eyes widened as she seen Shira appeared, she grasped the small sword she had along her side and rushed to block the mad mans attacked aimed for Magatsu once again. Her chocolate eyes peered up at the blond man knowing that she was no match for the over grown man she quickly moved away from his sword. "I told you Blondie when it comes you killing you're a mere ammeter. Your no match for me."
She knew all to well on how right he was, the only one of the Mugai-Ryu that even remotely stood a chance against the mad man was Giichi. For the first time Hyakurin was in need of desperate help, yet the man that always rescued her was no were to be found. Again he attacked her making her fall to her knees holding her sword up with both of her frail arms as he pushed down with his.
She went to move away once more yet was thrown against the tree, pinned by his forearm letting his free hand grasp her wounded thigh firmly. Letting his finger glide under her bandages he inserted his fingers into her warm flesh. Knowing not to scream the blond woman whimpered in pain. Those basted broke her body well yet they couldn't make her talk nor could they brake that cocky attitude that she had. Letting his fingers slide out of the bandage he began to slide his hand up her thigh.
The sent of her sweat, blood, among so much more about her Shira smiled, yet only for a moment. Hyakurin kicked him, and making sure that the hit count Shira though her to the ground forcefully. Her small frame bounced one it hit the dirt beneath her, she lay there for a few moments as she got up on all fours and began to stand only to be kicked in the stomach. Letting her body fall to the ground once more, this time she stayed there.
She didn't move, she didn't speak, she didn't cry out, the only sine of life from the blond woman was the slow rising and falling of her chest. Shira turned his attention back to the fallen Ronin "Now for you." He said as she walked back towards the man that Hyakurin fought to protect.
The young girl screamed as she watched the attack turn to the blond woman, then only to watch her body fall to the ground almost lifeless. She screamed louder as the sweets that were once in her hand fell to the ground, the sight of Shira himself was enough to scare the hell out of the girl. Yet to watch the woman who has cared for her the same as her mother had be beaten down and laying face down in the dirt. Falling to the road she sat there hugging her knees, wanting to run yet her body did nothing she told it. Closing her eyes the young girl fainted from fear, laying in a tiny heap in the center of the road.
Rushing in with his cruelly serrated blade, Shira was barely blocked by Magatsu's hastily raised sword. These quick actions only tore wider the ragged wounds inflicted by Shira. Swinging back the arm of bone, Shira drove the bone spear straight towards Magatsu's heart only to be blocked when Magatsu quickly twisted out the dagger hidden in the long bamboo hilt of his sword. But, although he managed to block it the insane fury of Shira was driving the bone points into his flesh. Pushing forward like a mad bull they both crashed through the brush, and Shira was roaring... no, this was a different sound. And then he was falling through the air as Shira threw him back over the Cliffside.
A tiny form awoke unnoticed by any...
Walking back towards Hyakurin, Shira licked Magatsu's blood intermingled with his own dripping from the bone points of his arm. Looking to her supine form with blood and lust filled eyes, he said, "I see you've seen some rough use lately. But, I'm afraid you're going to see worse now. You see, I just can't help it. Something about when the blood starts to run you see? It just gets me SO excited!" Resting the tip of his blade lightly at her throat he slowly ran the point downwards leaving behind a thin trail of blood and parting her Yukata with the quiet sounds of tearing cloth. Flipping open her robe with the tip of his sword, the only thing covering her pale skin was the thin ribbon of scarlet that snaked down from her throat to below her navel. Hyakurin was moaning faintly as Shira kneeled down to begin his evil work, when a hurtling ball of crying fury impacted with the back of his head. "You bad, bad, bad man!", cried the furious child. Holding a piece of rock as an improvised dagger, she stabbed down at the top of Shira's head repeatedly again, again, and again finally scoring a lucky hit tearing through the sclera of Shira's right eye. Blood and fluid running from his ruined eye, Shira finally caught the girl, tearing her off his back and hurling her into a nearby tree, nearly breaking her tiny form in half as she sank to the forest floor totally motionless. Laughing madly with the pain, Shira knelt before the still unconscious Hyakurin. Digging his fingers into the bone of her shoulder, he roused her so that she would be awake for what he was about to do to her. Suddenly light glinted off something metallic from his forehead and similarly from the middle of his chest. "Why is it that no one can leave me in peace?", he asked. As he slumped forward the double points of Manji's dagger slid wetly from the back of his head as did Magatsu's sword from his heart. "May you find even less peace in the warm embrace of hell, you bastard.", cursed Magatsu.
Manji kicked Shira's motionless form off from atop Hyakurin, smoothly kneeling and whipping off his kimono to cover her. "Are you alright?" he asked her as he put his hand behind her shoulders helping her to sit up.
Meanwhile
A tall spare form walked over to pick up and cradle a tiny body grown even tinier in death. He laughed a sob, as he pondered the cruel irony of death in a verdant sea of green so full of life as this forest. There was no sound except for the silent whisper of leaves falling down to earth as if the heavens had hushed all the useless noise of the world to pay respect to this brave little girl whose life had been cut so brutally short.
Her hair was soaked in blood most of it her own, though her eyes looked at Manji, they could not see anymore than the blurry globs of color. Her smaller figure lay there in his arms, her body full of pain, yet still she refused to cry out. "Mag..." Her voice shrouded in pain from the fresh wounds that Shira had responded, and replaced with new ones.
Her deep brown eyes looked at the man yet only recognized him by the colors of his kimono. "Manji," her voice slightly better, "I guess I was more trouble than I'm worth." she chuckled as she held her ribs. Knowing her body couldn't take much more she sighed longingly, "Where's Magatsu? The girl, where's my baby girl?" she asked though the child was not her own. waiting to hear his voice telling her that the child was find that she had hid and returned once the battle had moved on, at least that's what she wanted to hear.
Mere Moments ago
She woke up somewhat disoriented, but then she remembered where she was and what that bad man was doing, and the fear came crashing back down. She wanted to run, she wanted to run so badly, she had never felt so scared in all her life. But there was Obasan lying lifeless on the ground. And if Hyakurin's chest rose ever so slightly how was a child to notice and not simply assume her dead. And then she saw Magatsu get thrown over the cliff to die too. "Hahaue... Chichiue...", she said flashing back to another murder she'd witnessed. But, they weren't here to help any longer. For a moment just a moment she felt so empty she thought she must have died, but then the rage came quickly rushing in, if they were going to leave her again, she wouldn't let them. She'd go too, but first-- she would make that bad man PAY! And then she picked up that rock and the rest you know...
At the same time
It can't be described in words the shock Magatsu felt as he hurtled backwards over the cliff, it was literally as if the earth had fallen away from under him. Anyone would panic in such a situation, and anyone who says different is a liar. But, maybe 1 man in a 100 would have the presence of mind to react in the split second between life and death as Magatsu did. Quickly stabbing out with his sword and knife, he plunged them both in the cliff-face, and though the dirt was somewhat loose, his sword managed to lodge in deeply enough to save him before he had fallen too far and his momentum would've been too great to stop. Now he just had to climb back up there before that sick bastard Shira did anything irreversible...
The present
Manji said nothing, because there was nothing he could say. So, he simply held her, because it was all he could do. And Magatsu walked over to Hyakurin, carrying the little girl so carefully, as if she was just sleeping and he didn't want to wake her. And laying the girl carefully at her feet he said, "Here is your daughter...", and if there was a slight tremble to his voice who could fault him for that.
Authors Note
Okay this is the Fifth chapter. I DO NOT OWN Blade of the Immortal, Hiroaki Samura and Dark Horse comics own it I'm just barrowing it. This is also based after the 12th book Fall Frost. Please leave a review and let me know what you think, and Please also note that I am not the only writer of this story, a friend (Joel) also helps write it. He writes for Manji and Magatsu, and I write for Hyakurin and Giichi. Anyone else we've both used. Thanks for reading