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Warning: Chapter contains mass killing and rape. And Jakotsu being… well himself call it Shounen-ai if you wish.

Author's Note: The is an excerpt from "The Right Pebble" the reason there are only three members of the Shichinin-tai is because they are just forming again. I'm going to college in a few days so the updates will slow down a bit again but not as bad as last time.

"Deutsch" means Jakotsu's speaking German

"Deutsch" means Jakotsu or Bankotsu is speaking German (and both understand it) Bankotsu will only know key words and a few phrases. Happy Reading!

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Excerpt from "The Right Pebble"

When Fate seems against you, turn and laugh in its face. For when the world forces you into some horrid nightmarish corner, try to see the good and have fun. When your days are bathed in blood, enjoy the shower.

Chaputa-san (of "The Right Pebble")

Two brown steeds stamped agitated for some reason or another, some could say it was their larger than normal burden. One great stallion held two riders; one a shorted white and blue-violet clad man with his long raven hair pleated and slung over his right shoulder. Behind him sat another man, although from quick glance many didn't believe so (and therefore were not allowed to believe in anything else for the shorter of the two would remove said offender's head). He held a lose grip on the waist of his riding companion. Their hair that was equally long was knotted at the top of the yellow yukata wearing man, a gentle calm expression on his painted lips. The weight of Jakotsutou was resting gently on his back, a sword too heavy for most to wield for a long time. The other stallion also held two passengers, the first the tallest and oldest out of them all. The brown-black hair slowly spiking on its own accord as the green markings on his face grew steadily darker. The second was a rather large and well kept zanbatou, named Banryuu it was the companion to the youngest. Banryuu was rather picky in who could even carry him; it was either one of two choices three fully grown men, or the fourteen year old that currently had a cross-dresser wrapped around him.

The other reason that could cause the increasing nervousness of the two horses was of course the distinct stench of dismembered flesh and coagulating pools of cooling blood. And not to forget the distinct sound of approaching war horses.

Approaching hoof beats slowed as the five officers of the Daimyou crested to top of the hill and looked down at the three travelers. The general amongst the ranks an older man that had seen many wars asked, "What are you doing here travelers?"

Bankotsu dismounted and immediately walked over to Suikotsu, where he picked up his Banryuu, "We are but Demon slayers passing through, unless of course you require our assistance."

"There is a battle against the neighboring Daimyou, we could use every able bodied young man, the two of you will be of great help," replied the general, clad in burgundy armor.

The young leader looked from Suikotsu to Jakotsu, before looking back at the Samurai, "Oh, no Suikotsu can fight too, he just uses claws instead of a sword like Jakotsu and I. Show him Suikotsu."

All the men's gazes turned towards the one they had assumed would be fighting it was the sword carrying girl that held their doubts. But obviously the young leader of this small band figured that the seemingly weaponless man was the one that they were referring to. But now there was no doubt in the Samurai's minds as Jakotsutou was drawn and Suikotsu was already lacing up his claws.

"All right, please move swiftly before the villagers are all slaughtered," said the general as he prepared to leave and rejoin the fight.

"Will we be compensated for our efforts?" quickly questioned Bankotsu.

The general turned, appalled that the young leader would be so presumptuous, stared for a moment, "Perhaps." With that the five men were gone obviously believing that the three youkai taiji-ya would undoubtedly be dead before sunset.

Tying the horses to a nearby tree the three men walked slowly up the hill. Three men gazed at the scene presented to them below. Bankotsu's gaze was stuck on the battle, "So should we fight even if we don't get paid?"

There was a low chuckle, as it rose in crescendo; it went from slightly amused to maniacal. Bankotsu smirked as he glanced at the laughing man; he knew that a few nights prior when Jakotsu painted his lips in slumber the Suikotsu was in the need for a slaughter.

"Mou, Oo-aniki can we really kill these people?" asked Jakotsu. A quick glance from the leader and he could see the malicious glint in the older man's eye and the way his pink tongue ran precariously over red lips.

"I suppose we are not to kill the dozen men clad in red nor the villagers. But it looks as if there is over a dozen of the enemy for each of us, to kill. And our help was requested. I guess once the opposing army is killed we will see about our employers and the villagers," replied Bankotsu a playful smirk permanently marring his face, as he readjusted his grip on Banryuu.

It was no battle; the resident army was already slaughtered. The remaining men of the red army were outnumbered four to one. The remaining samurai were defending against three men each while the remaining black clad warriors were slaughtering the villagers.

Blood contrasted nicely against the green of the trees, staining the earth a deep crimson as the sky was covered in black smog and the smell of burning flesh. For the army had already decided to set fire to the huts and what could have possibly been a rice field. Said rice field was being watered blood, for the liquid that lay atop the mud were not the crystalline pools of water, but the deep crimson of the blood of numerous victims. And those victims were currently crushing the rice stalks, as the flames consumed the bodies en masse.

Movement from the trees assured that the first calculation was incorrect as there were a few archers hidden within the green. Upon closer inspection one could see what had befallen the pursuers of the bowmen. No less than three dozen nooses hanging from the sturdy limbs of the ancient forest.

Each one held the body of a man, from both sides. Most were red, but the few black were from when the victim turned predator and no doubt in a grand struggle, the loser found a snug rope clinging to his neck.

Some of the men were placed in the trees, hands and feet bound, numerous cuts littered their sides and their blood made a slow drip, drip adding to the puddle below them. Each splash was adding to the spatter against the rough bark, at the base of the trees. These men were given the ultimate choice to die by slowly bleeding to death from the numerous cuts, or slipping off the branch and either suffocating or having their neck snapped in suicide, not the honorable seppuku. It would seem that many a men could no longer take the pain of the shallow cuts and slipped from their perches.

There was one man that still twitched, his demise occurring only moments before hand. And one other that was very much alive and kicking, well kicking yes but his life was slowly bleeding out, hung by the noose that strangled him. To any onlooker he was quite a show, as he wriggled to free his neck with bound hands. Crimson rivers slowly were flowing down his sides and legs some absorbing in the material of his clothing.

A look of utter bliss spread across his face as he freed himself from the noose and dropped to the ground. He had quite forgotten that his own pike was placed upright in the ground, when he was originally strung up. The happiness was short lived at the sound of the previously blood covered spear ripped through flesh, muscle, and crushing the spine all in one go. Eyes wide with realization as the head slumped in the final defeat. Fingers just barely were able to brush the moist, blood soaked soil, as hot trails of the red liquid made its way twining down the arm and slipping through the lifeless fingers. Preparing the soil for when the body would be buried and nourish the seedlings so flowers may grow; as blood red as the ground was dyed that day.

Over the roar of the fires and the screams of dying woman and children, came the sweet zing of metal brushing metal, as it flew through the air. In an instant the six men that had approached the currently offensive figure stumbled back from massive cuts that came from nowhere. The wrist flicked retracting the blade and slicing the samurai in the second assault. All six men were alive for the time being as inky eyes scanned the crowd for a particularly cute soldier. The delicate pink tongue seductively traced the blood red painted lips held in a lustful smirk, there were no cuties.

"I am no female do not compare me to that filth!" growled the inky eyes as the wrist flicked in a slight outward motion sending out the blades.

Full grown men cried as they were sliced even more. Five of the men fell to their knees in agony, for the time being they were alive. The singular reluctant, (cocky, in Jakotsu's eyes) man that did not fall with his comrades raised his blade against the beautiful assassin. Jakotsutou returned to its master, slicing each man in turn. There was a louder sting of metal hitting metal and heads craned to see. The reluctant man's head dropped innocently to the ground rolling a few paces to be caught in a pool of sticky cool crimson. With a thump and the clanging of armor the decapitated body fell to its knees. Blood rippled at the intrusion in its lake. After a long pause the body fell the ground warm mixing with cold. Crimson droplets flew through the air covering the already dirty, and murderous five that were still alive.

Lastly fell the hilt of the soldier's katana, most of the blade had been cleanly sliced off. There was no wonder as to where the blade had landed for in that instant the blade came down on the closest survivor.

Slicing clean through the skull and come out the bottom of the jaw. The man's eyes widened in shock as his mouth pooled with his own hot blood. He gurgled lowly once before falling backwards onto the knees of a comrade.

The man screamed at the horrid sight and feel of the hot blood trickling down the dead man's chin and rolling down the knee of his death's pillow. Jakotsu just shrugged, enjoying the bloodcurdling scream of the now broken samurai.

With a flash of silver, the scream was silenced. The said man raised a trembling hand to his throat finding that his larynx had been sliced out cautiously by Jakotsu. Wide eyes glanced around the sea of bodies it was only him and Jakotsu left.

Jakotsu's yukata swished as he left the singular man to his demise, and turned to see the cautiously approaching band of seven men. Scanning them quickly he noticed there was a small, young man in the back, who was definitely cute.

Not dragging out the deaths this time, Jakotsutou went flying killing six men easily. The many blades wrapped gently around the cute soldier, with every tremble from the boy shallow cuts were made. Jakotsu smirked he was in the position where if he flicked his wrist one way heads would roll (or one would literally). But if he flicked the other way the blades would, almost harmlessly, uncurl and return.

Before the young soldier could blink, he was pushed backwards. The first thing he saw was the rain of blood drops that were air-born with his fall. The second and more dangerous was the inky lust-filled eyes, as fingernails scraped down his face. The eyes grew closer, until the small pink tongue flicked out and followed the fingernail trails. The last thing he would be able to comprehend before his sanity and than life left him was a lone slightly disappointed moan, "Your blood could taste better."

Four men were in a dead lock. The red soldier was preparing for his inevitable death as he held off two of the enemy with his katana and a third with his short tantou. In a sudden roar, his attackers fell helplessly to the ground dead. All he could see was the flash of claws and he closed his eyes against the oncoming death by youkai.

There was a pause before a low chuckle rose through the air. The remaining soldier's hesitant brown eyes opened to meet those of the green marked man, whose tongue currently was cleaning each metal claw meticulously, like a cat.

The frighten man's eyes widened as he saw his fellow comrade fall to four men who were now making their way swiftly and silently towards his savior. The first attacker's katana slammed down in a diagonal strike meant to behead the spiky haired man.

In a flash the left set of claws were clashing with the blade, holding it at bay, as the right slashed at the kuro-samurai. A diagonal slash from sword hand's shoulder to the opposite hip, made the katana fall to the crimson ground, as well as the protective armor. He made a second deeper and shorter slash to the stomach, sliced through muscle and skin, leaving nothing but internal organs.

The enemy solider fell to his knees, as shreds of flesh and muscle fell away like flower petals blossoming for spring. The man gasped as his large and small intestines began to slip from their cavity. Bloodied hands gripped at their own organs and tried to return them to their rightful place.

Suikotsu left the man, slicing the next attacker ear to ear. He watched as the man gripped his throat before falling lifeless at his killer's feet. The last two oncoming men screamed their battle cry, as Suikotsu used their own momentum to propel each of them to sink their hearts on his claws.

The maniacal laugh rose from the depths of the homicidal schizoid, as he listened to the retreating thump, thump of the two hearts as they were swiftly extinguished.

A feral growl rose as his dying music was interrupted by a cowardly attacker from behind. Jerking his claws from the man on his left, Suikotsu spun and struck his new attacker. Ear hanging by only a thin membrane, blood oozing and destroying the sounds of fire and death, he went slack jawed before hitting the ground, twitching a few times before the heart ceased to beat.

Yanking out his right claw from the cooling body, he stabbed the wheezing man in the lung. Watching as his hands trembled more as they tried to hold in his organs, while his lungs filled with blood, ultimately drowning him. Slowly.

Beady eyes shown dangerously. It seemed that he would barely have to move from his spot. The more he killed, the more people wanted to kill him and ultimately came to him to meet their ends.

In a blur of flesh, steel, and blood, Suikotsu slashed through the next five guys that came at him, in a wide arch. His momentous sweep ended in a long crouching stance, claws poised to strike. Right arm was extended just a bit further than his right leg; his left arm was curled up by his ear, claws just below his eyes.

The red clad samurai that Suikotsu first saved stood transfixed as he watched his murderous savior smirk and then clean his closest claw from base to tip with one long tongue swipe. The samurai's eyes widened as the green marked man lunged at him claws extended. Suikotsu's claws sunk into the neck of a charging kuro-samurai, right as the akai-samurai fainted, his body falling limply to the crimson grass.

Wind whistled as the giant zanbatou was being lazily spun through the air by the one arm of the young leader. The circle of men that had surrounded Bankotsu were shocked to say the least that such a small adolescent boy could pick up let alone wield the large halberd.

Their thoughts were not even finished before Banryuu met flesh once again. An apathy washed face fell with a dull thunk to the ground. Before its neighbor could register what had happened to his comrade; his own head fell, closing the circle. There was a pregnant pause before the headless bodies fell blooming the flower with a Bankotsu center.

An ear-splitting scream reached the young ears over the chaos. The high pitched, "Iie!" moved Bankotsu towards the huts that had yet to fall victim to the fire. Nearing the closest hut on the row the distinct sound of skin on skin in a smart slap, followed by skull on wood was drowned out by the near by roar of fire and the far off cries of battle. Bankotsu knew these faint noises, they were of rape.

In a few short strides Bankotsu had entered the hut, and was transfixed frozen for a few seconds at the horrid sight.

Low whimpers, and pink tears poured out of the woman who was shoved none to gentling into a corner. Her screams came out in a gurgle of blood, the growing purple bruise on the side of her sunken cheek, highlighting and blooming under her left eye. Jaw was clearly broken.

Bloody tantou cuts ran from the back of her hair line, down the neck (barely missing vital vessels), it then proceeded down the swell of her bosom. The trail cupped her left breast, curving upwards shaving away the skin of the valley of her breast. The tantou was left protruding horizontally in the right tit directly above the breastbone. No doubt the tip of the blade at the very least scrapped the right lung and causing internal bleeding.

The poor woman's front was completely exposed except for the still tied obi that had been pushed to her sternum. Her exposed stomach was already purpling in hand shaped bruises; there was no doubt in Bankotsu's eye that a few ribs were broken under the sick sadist's care.

What sickened the teen the most was the jagged painful jerking of the mostly clothed man on top of her, (The biggest surprise being the red armor). When he pulled most of the way out, so just the tip of his phallus was in the broken woman, a rush of fresh blood gushed out as she screamed and he groaned.

The sight sickened Bankotsu to no end, in a swift moment Banryuu came down in a hook slicing the soldier in half and propelling his body away from the woman. All the blood that had been rushing to his enlarged (but still unimpressive (A/N: can't have a rapist be well endowed right?)) penis, rushed in greater amounts from the maimed torso.

Crying eyes looked up at Bankotsu appraisingly, "Arigatou, arigatou, arigatou gozaimasu…" The woman coughed up a large blob of black bile, a little of the dark red liquid sliding down her chin.

Bankotsu wasn't sure what was wrong but knew when that much blood was coughed up the person had little chance to live. The woman was still whispering thanks between coughing fits when Bankotsu stabbed Banryuu through her throat. Who ever said that a mercenary couldn't show mercy?

Banryuu slung over his shoulder the boy turned, spitting on the soldier, before exiting the hut.

The roar of fire seemed to have died considerably as Bankotsu looked around further up the hill was a group of red soldiers conversing. Suikotsu and Jakotsu were close to the soldiers looking around; most likely for another kill, or him.

Twigs snapped from the nearby forest edge, and the distinct sound of charcoal crunching underfoot. It would seem that the nearby bowman had run out of arrows and were coming after Bankotsu.

He couldn't complain the rapist and circle of men were no where near as entertaining as they could have been, head go easy on these remaining three… no four men.

Lifted easily into his single right hand the giant zanbatou began to twirl. The look on the wielders face was almost lazy and board. And the approaching assassins seemed to not find the young man's amazing strength time halting.

Bankotsu leapt into the air gripping the hilt with two hands he brought it down vertically on the closest kuro-samurai. The man froze still posed in his swift movement sword at the ready. There was a thin line of red that went down the center of his body, it seemed to swell, coating and trickling its crimson shade against the large blade nestled in the center of the ribcage.

Footsteps approached from behind and Bankotsu waited, waited as if he was not aware of the approaching 'danger'. Before the second solider could bring his short blade through the mercenary's back or slit his throat, he wouldn't get his chance. Banryuu jerked backwards the crescent blade on the end of the hilt swiftly cutting through armor, skin, muscle, and innards. The blade halted a moment on the back bone of the man who was breathing his last shuttering breathe. With a bit more fore the blade spilled from the back of the would-be 'back stabbing' man.

Banryuu finished his travel through the man that was cut nose to navel (well, crown to genitals), while the man behind Bankotsu was cut with the dull hilt navel to nose (well, navel to breast bone (where the wooden hilt got stuck, besides Bankotsu was finished with the front man).

Before the man displayed in front of Bankotsu could split like firewood the remaining two men charged one from the right and the other left. In a swift moment Banryuu cut through the torso of the approaching man on the right moving back around to remove his head as well, before decapitating the last man.

The body of the impaled man fell limply to the ground shaken off by the swift movements. A second later the ground was littered with seven various body parts of the last of the kuro-samurai army.

The boy turned not even waiting for the blood of his victims to cool nor to offer prayers for their souls, that was a job for a monk not a mercenary thought Bankotsu as he joined his friends and employers.

"You fight marvelously, you all do. We thank you for all of your help, many of our soldiers ands townsfolk have survived because of you," said the akai-samurai leader Bankotsu chuckled disbelievingly, looking at the handful of soldiers and slightly larger group of villagers, "We will take you to the Daimyou for severance."

This drew a smile to all three of the mercenaries, but Bankotsu still halted the percussion to the Daimyou's home, "Matte. First what or who caused this massacre?"

The old man sighed and pointed to a nearby mountain no far from the base was a burning building, "Our village and the one that attacked us, share that Buddhist temple. Many witnesses from both villages heard the fire of western weapons of the mainland and than the fire began, to our knowledge there are no survivors. Recently our Daimyou had received such weapons as a gift and the other village swiftly blamed us."

Bankotsu nodded starring at the fire on the hill, they would get their reward and than go to that temple.

Author's Note: The Rape victim had a punctured lung from the tantou in her breast and was therefore going to die anyway. So what did you think love it, or hate it just tell me. Thanks!

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