Author's Notes: Yus...this is a story I started around a year ago when I first got into the blood and gore samurai addiction...thing (I blame Kenshin, I really do). Anyways, this fic may have some similarities at random intervals to Kenshin, though that's probably because this fic is sort of about samurais, or assassins, or whatever. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, and do remember to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own the anime Card Captor Sakura, nor the characters within it. I do however, own this story, so be kind and do not steal it. No profit is being made from this work of fiction.

Summary: After ploughing through yet another battle, Li Syaoran finds himself captured and subject to interrogation and torture, only to be saved by the princess of the very country he is fighting against.

Justification

(Prologue)

Syaoran charged forwards, his sword slashing mercilessly ahead of him. Around him, solders were dying. Blood was spilling onto the soft blades of grass that grew beneath his feet. His hands were now drenched in blood, but that only made Syaoran want to kill more.

'Sir, we're being surrounded.' One of Syaoran's men screamed at him. Syaoran didn't care, his top priority was to kill as many people as he could, his solders too. Even if they died now, it would be for a good cause. Besides, these bastards from the Kingdom of Medina deserved to die, one way or another.

Syaoran knew his forces were failing, but that didn't matter him anymore. Soon, he would die too, but his death would only be one against the thousands of others that he had killed. Syaoran smiled, what a sweet sort of victory that would be, his one single death against the lives of thousands of others.

His sword plunged into the gut of his nearby opponent, but it didn't stop there. It charged on forwards, and soon, had penetrated the stomach of another solder. Syaoran tore out the sword, then sliced it through the air, decapitating three solders at once, ending in chopping another solder in half. If he could make it past these solders, then he would be able to reach their captain. And killing him would be a great victory for Syaoran.

With his sword still clutched tightly in his right hand, Syaoran drew out another dagger with his left hand. Now, with both hands armed, he charged forwards, his weapons tearing through the flesh of the solders around him. They didn't stand a chance; nobody ever stood a chance. This was Syaoran of course, the most famous man-killer to ever grace the land of Arina. Syaoran would never ever be defeated, killing was what he did best. Even if Syaoran was to die, then the idea that his death would be the result of several thousand men attacking was enough to make anyone jealous.

Syaoran could see the captain ahead of him. The captain of Medina's forces, now fighting with a few of Syaoran's men. Syaoran accelerated, both blades killing more people then ever imagined possible.

A sharp pain shot through Syaoran's left shoulder, and his dagger fell to the floor. Turning around, Syaoran saw the perpetrator standing not so far away. It was in fact a bowman, a single bowman standing amidst the limp carcasses of his fellow solders. Scowling, Syaoran fished a small dagger out of his shuriken holster, then threw it at the man.

The dagger hit the man hard in the head, though Syaoran did not bother to watch the rest of the show. He had a target, and he was going to destroy that target. With his right hand still grasping tightly around his sword, Syaoran charged forward and – seeing the surprised look on the captain's face – slashed him twice across the middle, then plunged his sword through the captain's neck.

Syaoran was drenched in blood, and his famous sword soaked in the liquid too. He had killed the captain, even though all his men were now dead. Ahead of him, Syaoran could see around a hundred or so solders charging forwards. Syaoran knew he would die here, but he wasn't going to die just like that. It was true, Syaoran had completed his task, and had weakened the Medina forces by far. However, Syaoran was still going to go on.

Daggers were flying everywhere as Syaoran charged, a lone man charging through a field of dead fighters. Syaoran threw his daggers everywhere, and slashed through every man he could. When he ran out of daggers, Syaoran collected more off the bodies of the dead solders. Syaoran was so close now to breeching the castle walls, and that would be the end of Medina.

An excruciation pain went through Syaoran, and he jolted involuntarily. Turning, Syaoran could see four swords stabbing at various parts of his body. One was piercing through his arm, another his leg. The third was through his shoulder, and the final one was through his back, coming out his chest. Syaoran knew he was going to die, and if that was it, then he was going to make it worth it.

Swinging his sword around, Syaoran killed all four men with a single stroke. He clutched his chest painfully as more blood drained from him. His left arm had failed him entirely, even though Syaoran could no longer feel the pain. He supposed that the pain had just passed pain barrier, and he could only scowl at his arm which would no longer do anything.

Leaving his chest, Syaoran brought his other hand back to the battlefield. He didn't have much time left. Charging onwards despite the pain, Syaoran plunged his sword through the bodies of many more solders, claiming the lives of a few more men. More daggers, swords and arrows plunged through Syaoran. He fought a few of them off, but many managed to find their way to him.

Syaoran could feel his limbs stiffening. The picture around him blurred, and he felt weak. His sword's weight seemed to gradually become heavier until he could hold it no longer. Syaoran felt his knees buckle, and as darkness completely surrounded him, he fell to the floor – the same floor on which thousands and thousands now lay in their eternal sleep. Syaoran knew he would go to hell, but that thought didn't bother him. He earned his way to hell; that was how he saw it, and he would defeat every man and every woman, every demon, creature, soul whatever that came across his path until he became the king of the underworld.

The last of Syaoran's life slipped from him, and he sank into an eternal sleep.

To be continued...

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