Disclaimer: All right, all right! I wouldn't send my lawyer! [As if I had…Nyahahahaha] I do not own Slam Dunk!
I'm sorry that the prologue is short…you will learn later on why he was in jail. ^^ so here's chap1 I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! Don't forget to review!!!
Legends:
"---" dialogue
'---' thoughts
(---) story inserts; meanings
[---] self inserts
Chapter One: The Angel of Death
Rukawa Kaede felt the air grazes his face as he opened the vast doors leading to the mortal world where the four kingdoms laid. The blue light blinded his eyes as he entered and felt the cold wind brushes upon his ashen face. His dark wings flew wide open and soared down the pitch-black sky. His body went cold however he didn't give a thought to it. For he was always cold. He knows the feeling of the deepest depths of darkness or the coldest of the night.
For I am the dark.
I am the coldness the humans feel deep in their little hearts.
I am death.
His eyes gazed down the misty kingdom of Shohoku. The street lamps glowed brightly, forming a huge line around the city. The place was left barren for the night only for the little lamps that light the petty houses below. His wings flipped with the motion of the wind as he took out an almost-worn-out gray paper from the pocket of his flowing black robe. The black ink glowed even in the dark as he began to read the next name on the list.
Rukawa's eyes narrowed for a slight moment as he brushed his fingertips upon the engraved letters.
'From the kingdom of Fire, Shohoku.'
His lips twitched into a devious smile. Another mortal is going to die.
He stared at the name for the last time and mounted at the hidden shadows of an old willow tree.
Sakuragi Hiyuki.
"Onichan!" Hiyuki glared at the back of her looming brother. She trailed behind him, carrying a basket of veggies and fruits they had brought from the market while her good-for-nothing brother continues to praise his newly made sword.
Both of them had red hair, which can be easily distinguish that they're the Sakuragis since they were the only red haired in Kasteria. Her brother's were shorter [of course ^^] and hers were much longer and wavy, up to her shoulders. While her brother has brown eyes, she has gray ones, the eyes she inherited from their mother.
"Nyahahahaha!" Hanamichi let out a hilarious laugh as he held his sword up high in the sky. It gives off a radiant light as the sun's rays flashed through it. Gems and stones were adeptly engraved at the handle of the sword. The sharp blade of the metal sparkles with enchantment and small manuscripts, which were spells, were carved giving energy to the one who holds the sword.
"Nyahahaha! I, Sakuragi Hanamichi, own the most beautiful, powerful sword in all the land of Kasteria! Nyahahaha!"
"Good grief," Hiyuki shook her head in mortification as a few passer-bys and sellers were giving them an eye. She skulked behind him, panting for breath for the basket she was holding might have contain a pound of stones, steels and food brought by her brother.
Yohei Mito, who joins the two red heads after eating a good meal from the inn they had passed by, gaped at his almost-lunatic friend whose eyes were sparkling as he stared at the sword. "Yes, it is a beauty. But I cannot guarantee that it's the most powerful yet."
Hanamichi turned to him with ire. "And what made you think so?" he asked and his eyes suddenly widened, smiling deviously at his friend. "You're just jealous. Nyahahahaha! Yohei is jealous! Yohei is jealous! Nyahahahaha."
"He's gotten insane," Takamiya, who works in a bar at the end of the road, muttered to Hiyuki who nodded in return.
Hanamichi heard this and clobbered his friend's head. "NANI? Don't you dare poison my sister's mind! You are just mad because a bar tender can't own a sword," he uttered and added mischievously, "You're belly has gotten way too bigger than last year as well. Bwahahahaha."
"What did you say?" he demanded, staring at him with a look of a human about to murder someone.
Yohei smiled sheepishly at them. "Now, now, don't let your hot head get into you," he said and patted both of their backs.
"Tsk-tsk. Things just never change," Noma, who was with Takamiya, mumbled as his fingers stroked his moustache. His eyes were surveying the sword with interest. "Who in the world made that sword for you, anyway?"
Hanamichi's eyes shined boastfully. "Hehehe. Who else, the greatest smith here in Shohoku, Mitsui Hisashi," he bragged as he runs his hand upon the pointed edge of the steel of his sword. [covers face now, now, don't be mad…there's a reason to it I swear! Promise! ^_^]
He waited for his friends to widen their eyes in shocked but instead they let out a burst of laughter, clutching their stomachs in the process. Hanamichi stared at them; his jaw fell to the floor. Smoke started to steam out of his head.
"Uh-oh," Hiyuki muttered and everyone sweat dropped.
He raised a big fist and started to clout all of his friends' heads as they ran for their lives.
Hiyuki sighed and swiveled for balance as she nearly dropped her bag of goods. Noticing that her brother had left her alone, she groaned. Well, seems like she'll carry all their goods all the way home. "Aurgh, being a little sister can be a drag."
She started to head home which might be a long mile from where she just stood now. About halfway down the road a sudden bugging thought brought another groan from her lips. "Ahhhhhh, I forgot oniichan's things from the repair shop!" she exclaimed and made a swift dash towards the city again.
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