Warning! There is a slight amount of ahem language in this chapter. Beware.
The Inn of Murder
Chapter 2- Sanosuke
By Misao's Angel
In a cold, damp alley, paint was decorating the side of an old brick wall. With the swift wave of a hand, one of two men was coloring the dullness of the structure armed with only a spray can. The other man there just leaned against that very same wall, arms crossed, scowl on his young, handsome face. Both men had a red bandana tied around their foreheads.
"Hey, Sano, you really should stop doing this shit. They are going to catch you sooner or later."
"You mean the police? They don't give a rat's ass about shit like this. They only care about whatever might benefit them."
"Not the police Sano, Saito's gang."
"Well I'm almost done anyway. Why do you always have to be such a nag Katsu?"
Despite the dismiss of such a suggestion, it happened to be the police who neared the same alley that night.
"SHIT!!! The police!"
"What did I tell you?"
"If you have time to nag, you have time to run! Move it!!"
The two men hurried down the other side of the alley, not allowing fences or even walls to stop them in their desperate attempt to escape. The police were closing in on them, the advantage of cars making the chase faster.
The two men silently decided to separate, in hopes of at least one waking up the next day free from a cage surrounded by bars. The taller one, with short, spiky chocolate brown hair charged off towards a forest, while the other, with a long, dark purple main slapping at his face as he ran, sped towards his home in the city. The two men never met again.
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The former ran as fast as his tired legs would allow. With great difficulty he dodged tree after tree, branch after branch, failing to decrease in speed no matter what obstacles may obscure his path. Despite the throbbing contortions of his lungs, the aching wear his feet experienced, and the almost too fast beating of his heart... He ran.
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The other man ran past the lighted buildings of the brothels, the bustle of the movie theaters... and was only a margin away from his small apartment. He exhausted his lungs, for he was never famous for his track capabilities. In fact, he normally HATED to run. He hated the feeling of constant pain in his heart, his legs... But tonight was different. He had a promise to keep and he WOULD survive this, he WOULD get away from this tonight.
He hoped.
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When the night began to mix with the natural darkness of the forest, the taller of the two men, named Sanosuke, began to allow feelings of fear intermix with the loud 'thumps' of his heart. He was never fond of the essence of the dead, called ghosts by some, though the only one who new of his fear was his partner in tonight's activity, and his best friend, Katsu. He had always comforted him on nights such as these, when the only blanket they had was the cloak of the night. Sanosuke feared the dark as well, but only because of the higher possibility for ghosts to visit him. He couldn't stand the thought of that.
When a slight rustle of leaves reacted to the wind's constant pushing, Sanosuke ran even faster, and longer, then he ever had in his entire life.
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Katsu failed to pay attention to any of his surroundings. He just ran, ran for all of eternity, thoughts driven by the determination caused by a single promise...
"'Katsu... I... I love you. You have brought a meaning to my existence... A heart to this lump of flesh. Please will you return to me, and take my hand in a vow to live and love together forever?'
'I promise I will.'"
Still hearing the load police sirens on his tail, he refused to allow fear of safety stop him...
Even as he ran across the busy highway.
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Sanosuke felt as though he was going to collapse. His knees grew weak, his chest felt like it was about to burst, and cold droplets of sweat coated his forehead.
'Only a little longer...' he kept reassuring himself, 'this forest has GOT to end soon...'
There was then a loud 'THUMP' that shook the trees of the forest... the only witness to its existence being those very trees.
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The sun began to rise. A large siren echoed through the silence of the city, but rather than the police approaching, the truck of the ambulance was the one to near the scene. A large plastic bag could be seen, containing something just barely smaller than its maximum capacity. But what lied in that bag...
Was a body.
The body of a young man once named Tsukoika Tsunan... but known to his friends as 'Katsu'.
A crowd surrounded the bloody scene that took place only a few hours before, people of all ages, sizes, genders watched the ambulance give a wordless sign of his failure to survive the attack.
In the crowd many different faces offered their wordless opinions, one woman holding a handkerchief to her face in disgust, an old man shivering at the gore that was displayed in front of him, and a beautiful young woman hunched over, clutching her knees and crying.
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When Sanosuke opened his weary eyes, he noticed that he was no longer in the darkness of the forest. He was in a small room, made entirely of wood, decorated with a painting of a black feline, golden eyes staring outside of the portrait, features of the animal lighted only by the painted moon behind it... and a small strip of Chinese characters. Sanosuke looked around this room, eyes venturing around the walls, the ceiling, even the small desk in the corner.
'This is the weirdest jail I had ever seen.'
Unbeknownst to this man called Sanosuke, this was not a jail at all. In fact, this was probably something much, much, worse...
To be continued.
So people, how was this chapter? Was it a little hard to understand? If so, I am sorry. It just came to me... Well anyway, PLEASE R&R!!! I ALWAYS welcome reviews! No matter what you have to say, feel free to! Next chapter is about Kenshin.
The Inn of Murder
Chapter 2- Sanosuke
By Misao's Angel
In a cold, damp alley, paint was decorating the side of an old brick wall. With the swift wave of a hand, one of two men was coloring the dullness of the structure armed with only a spray can. The other man there just leaned against that very same wall, arms crossed, scowl on his young, handsome face. Both men had a red bandana tied around their foreheads.
"Hey, Sano, you really should stop doing this shit. They are going to catch you sooner or later."
"You mean the police? They don't give a rat's ass about shit like this. They only care about whatever might benefit them."
"Not the police Sano, Saito's gang."
"Well I'm almost done anyway. Why do you always have to be such a nag Katsu?"
Despite the dismiss of such a suggestion, it happened to be the police who neared the same alley that night.
"SHIT!!! The police!"
"What did I tell you?"
"If you have time to nag, you have time to run! Move it!!"
The two men hurried down the other side of the alley, not allowing fences or even walls to stop them in their desperate attempt to escape. The police were closing in on them, the advantage of cars making the chase faster.
The two men silently decided to separate, in hopes of at least one waking up the next day free from a cage surrounded by bars. The taller one, with short, spiky chocolate brown hair charged off towards a forest, while the other, with a long, dark purple main slapping at his face as he ran, sped towards his home in the city. The two men never met again.
----------
The former ran as fast as his tired legs would allow. With great difficulty he dodged tree after tree, branch after branch, failing to decrease in speed no matter what obstacles may obscure his path. Despite the throbbing contortions of his lungs, the aching wear his feet experienced, and the almost too fast beating of his heart... He ran.
---------
The other man ran past the lighted buildings of the brothels, the bustle of the movie theaters... and was only a margin away from his small apartment. He exhausted his lungs, for he was never famous for his track capabilities. In fact, he normally HATED to run. He hated the feeling of constant pain in his heart, his legs... But tonight was different. He had a promise to keep and he WOULD survive this, he WOULD get away from this tonight.
He hoped.
---------
When the night began to mix with the natural darkness of the forest, the taller of the two men, named Sanosuke, began to allow feelings of fear intermix with the loud 'thumps' of his heart. He was never fond of the essence of the dead, called ghosts by some, though the only one who new of his fear was his partner in tonight's activity, and his best friend, Katsu. He had always comforted him on nights such as these, when the only blanket they had was the cloak of the night. Sanosuke feared the dark as well, but only because of the higher possibility for ghosts to visit him. He couldn't stand the thought of that.
When a slight rustle of leaves reacted to the wind's constant pushing, Sanosuke ran even faster, and longer, then he ever had in his entire life.
-----------
Katsu failed to pay attention to any of his surroundings. He just ran, ran for all of eternity, thoughts driven by the determination caused by a single promise...
"'Katsu... I... I love you. You have brought a meaning to my existence... A heart to this lump of flesh. Please will you return to me, and take my hand in a vow to live and love together forever?'
'I promise I will.'"
Still hearing the load police sirens on his tail, he refused to allow fear of safety stop him...
Even as he ran across the busy highway.
-----------
Sanosuke felt as though he was going to collapse. His knees grew weak, his chest felt like it was about to burst, and cold droplets of sweat coated his forehead.
'Only a little longer...' he kept reassuring himself, 'this forest has GOT to end soon...'
There was then a loud 'THUMP' that shook the trees of the forest... the only witness to its existence being those very trees.
----------
The sun began to rise. A large siren echoed through the silence of the city, but rather than the police approaching, the truck of the ambulance was the one to near the scene. A large plastic bag could be seen, containing something just barely smaller than its maximum capacity. But what lied in that bag...
Was a body.
The body of a young man once named Tsukoika Tsunan... but known to his friends as 'Katsu'.
A crowd surrounded the bloody scene that took place only a few hours before, people of all ages, sizes, genders watched the ambulance give a wordless sign of his failure to survive the attack.
In the crowd many different faces offered their wordless opinions, one woman holding a handkerchief to her face in disgust, an old man shivering at the gore that was displayed in front of him, and a beautiful young woman hunched over, clutching her knees and crying.
-----------
When Sanosuke opened his weary eyes, he noticed that he was no longer in the darkness of the forest. He was in a small room, made entirely of wood, decorated with a painting of a black feline, golden eyes staring outside of the portrait, features of the animal lighted only by the painted moon behind it... and a small strip of Chinese characters. Sanosuke looked around this room, eyes venturing around the walls, the ceiling, even the small desk in the corner.
'This is the weirdest jail I had ever seen.'
Unbeknownst to this man called Sanosuke, this was not a jail at all. In fact, this was probably something much, much, worse...
To be continued.
So people, how was this chapter? Was it a little hard to understand? If so, I am sorry. It just came to me... Well anyway, PLEASE R&R!!! I ALWAYS welcome reviews! No matter what you have to say, feel free to! Next chapter is about Kenshin.