Hi! This is my first story ever! The inspiration came from the poet, " Edgar Allan Poe". VANDOMIRRE
One darkened night, blood was spilled throughout the darkness. Sword to flesh, metal to skin. Grey to red. Cold, amber orbs shine against shadows. Again, a blade soils to the color red. Parry to counter to strike. Haunting, amber orbs tear through minds. The silence Battosai brings to the streets of unloving darkness that surrounds and engulfs dreams. A nightmare among blood-rusted streets. A terror to whom the black letter reads. Cold-blooded terror that haunts thou sleeps. With a kantana that helps his dirty deeds. One impassionate towards other dreams. To end a nightmare so he proceeds.
Not knowing of the nightmare that of he brings about. He slashes about. With only a thing in mind, to end the old era that he resides. Knows naught of the terror that he let run amok. Only one who needs love.Not thinking once about the love in the present. Thinking only of future love. Battosai sacrifices ones self to darkness. He does so to end the darkness for others. Both compassion and stupidity are mixed. As of love and selfishness? Maybe or not. So selfless and unloved. Trained harshly though surely by the sword.
Hated by the Shogunate and respected by the Ishin. Hunter of the Devil, some say. Angel of a new beginning, others say.The blood-stained blade and one thing in mind, a true assassin. Slashing open the Meiji era. Striving for peace. One man, one dream. One man, three names. One man, two different eyes. Hitokiri Battosai, Kenshin Himura, Shinta Himura. Amber and amethyst.
END. Sooooo, how was it? Plenty of sadness, right? Well, bye!