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than that, nobody does...so I am nobody...
Authors Beginning Note: I am soooo sorry for the late update! I have been busy, and I tried to start writing my next chapter sooner, but I couldn't. So without even more delay, I bring you the next chapter!
PS, when there are three ``` of those things, it means there is a memory or such coming up, when there is a normal paragraph, it's written normally, and his thoughts aren't in complete sentences, in fact it trails and has '...' here and there, just in case you guys didn't know. ****
Chapter 26
Forgotten
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Who am I Really...
These...memories...they are memories...at least I think so...maybe they're dreams...why do they keep coming though...Every day ...Every night...they trail behind...but every time I try to really concentrate on them...they fade...they slip away...I can't hold them...they are like mist...why...what am I missing...they are all lost to me...forgotten...except for a few...but even they disappear eventually... ` ` ` ~*~Memory~*~
I'm running, a feeling of determination soars through me, but I am also scared. Why? Are we going to fight? I look around me, but the figures are blurry. I look to the person next to me. I can see her face. She looks strong, but kind all at once. Her sleek form is accentuated by the tight black, pink armored outfit she. Her long brown hair is tied up into a high ponytail that wips around her and she wears a large boomerang on her back. She turns to look at me. She's wearing a metal mask, but I can tell she's smiling, a comforting smile. But I can also see the worry and confidence in her eyes. And I feel...worried and confident as well. I especially feel safe, safe with her. Then everything fades into mist again.
~*~Present~*~ ` ` `
Pain! Why! Why do I feel this! What happens next, why...why can't I...maybe...no...I have to know...what happened. We must have been going into battle...the girl was clad in armor and had weapons...the girl...who is she...why...did I feel the way I did around her...why...can't I remember...maybe...maybe there is nothing to remember... but then...why...why is there pain...why is it every time I think of this girl...I feel pain...guilt...love...pain...
"Look alive boy!" Yelled a man as his sword came down on the boy, but he easily sidestepped away, and in an instant, the sickle blade that was attached to a long, thick metal chain was out and had swung to the mans sword blade, where it clanged as it linked around it. The boy pulled and in a blur of movement, he had swung the sword over his head, and it landed a couple of feet behind him. He jerked the sickle blade back into his hands. His movements had been exact and precise. No flaws. The man looked at the boy, in a mix of anger and fear. He wore thick battle armor, caked with dirt. A sword sheath was attached to his side. His garments were torn, ragged, dirty, and had grease stains on them. His hair looked as if it had not seen a comb run through it in years. His beard was tied in two braids down his front, and they were narly. His true hair color wasn't to be depicted, for if it had been anything but a greasy black before, there was no traces of it now. And his eyes, this warrior had no control. His eyes told all. His emotions would not be hidden from his foes. For all his height, and bulk, he would still be one of the first to die.
"You better watch it boy. Next time you may not be so lucky. There is no room for compassion and mercy here. You do what you can to live in this area. Even if it means earning yourself a few pieces of gold off of an unsuspecting whelp such as yourself." The boy looked at the man. His brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, his bangs though hung freely on his forhead. He was clothed in a black, semi tight outfit with yellow plated armor tied tightly to hold his armor in place. His left hip was adorned by a Katana, sheathed in a blue and silver sheath. His feet were covered by black boots with white bindings. And unlike the man that he stood across from, this boy was the only one of his kind in all of Naraku's army. Every single one of the creatures and humans here looked similar to each other in some ways, but this boy stood out from the others, and he knew it himself too.
"I wouldn't be talking. You are the one who lost his sword to an unsuspecting boy. Not me. Maybe you should take your own advice." This boy said, though not cocky or arrogant. His tone...is one that is hard to decifer. The boy tucked the sickle blade and chains on his back. The amn circled him cautiously and went to retrieve his blade. He sheathed it at his side and looked at the boy. He spit on the ground before the boy before leaving amongst the crowd of demons and humans, all either drunk, or preparing for the battle to come. The boy sighed and went to the edge of the vast battle field to lean against the tree. He seemed at peace for a few moments until he leaned over, his hand grasped to his forehead, and gritting his teeth.
` ` ` ~*~*~Memory~*~*~
"Kohaku, are you afraid?" It was the same girl he had seen many times before. Only this time she wore a maroon and white striped shirt, with a green skirt that fell to her knees. Suddenly, he felt uncertain of himself. He wanted to be strong. Strong for her.
"No. I'm okay." She sat next to him near the river that flowed through an open field. Flowers swayed gracefully in the wind. The water giggled and reflected the suns playful and warm rays.
"Kohaku, you don't need to lie. It's me, remember?" She smiled encouragingly at him. He stayed silent for a moment.
"A little bit, I guess. I want to do this though. I want to be as strong as you and father." The girls smiled even more.
"You are very determined Kohaku, but don't be so eager to fight as we do. You should relax a little bit. Besides, father already thinks you are one of the strongest of us in our village already."
"Really?"
"Really. Now what do you say we race back home to eat, then we'll take the whole day off. After all, we should be getting busy soon. The demons become more restless this time of year than the rest of the seasons." I nodded eagerly, and we both brushed off the grass on us. We stood ready, our bodies tense and eager for the race."
"Ready, on the count of three. One...Two...hey!" I took off and laughed.
"You better hurry up or else I'll beat you, ..."
~*~*~End~*~*~ ` ` `
"No wait! What was it I was going to say!" I cried in frustration as I pounded my fist on the ground.
I was going to say her name...I was going to find out who she was...but...what good would it do me if I knew or not...I can't leave...Naraku won't allow that...I couldn't go in search of her...but still...maybe if I just knew her name...
I stared out at the vast array or filth that surrounded this area. It was huge. It takes up most off all of the territory here. Covered with demons, human, and Hanyou's, all doing their own greedy things, their fighting, their drinking. And in the center of it all, was a huge castle. Naraku's castle. What's even worse, is the smell. The horrible smell of waste, carnage, and sake. And the sun never shines. Only gray dreary skies loom above. ` `
Someday...someday I will remember...I will remember everything...and I will leave...and I will be free...and I will never forget again... ` ` ` *** Authors Ending Note: So, what do you people think of this chapter? I know it's short, but to make up for it being short and late, I'll have another chapter written and posted before this coming Wednesday! See, I'm not all that bad! (
Authors Beginning Note: I am soooo sorry for the late update! I have been busy, and I tried to start writing my next chapter sooner, but I couldn't. So without even more delay, I bring you the next chapter!
PS, when there are three ``` of those things, it means there is a memory or such coming up, when there is a normal paragraph, it's written normally, and his thoughts aren't in complete sentences, in fact it trails and has '...' here and there, just in case you guys didn't know. ****
Chapter 26
Forgotten
****
Who am I Really...
These...memories...they are memories...at least I think so...maybe they're dreams...why do they keep coming though...Every day ...Every night...they trail behind...but every time I try to really concentrate on them...they fade...they slip away...I can't hold them...they are like mist...why...what am I missing...they are all lost to me...forgotten...except for a few...but even they disappear eventually... ` ` ` ~*~Memory~*~
I'm running, a feeling of determination soars through me, but I am also scared. Why? Are we going to fight? I look around me, but the figures are blurry. I look to the person next to me. I can see her face. She looks strong, but kind all at once. Her sleek form is accentuated by the tight black, pink armored outfit she. Her long brown hair is tied up into a high ponytail that wips around her and she wears a large boomerang on her back. She turns to look at me. She's wearing a metal mask, but I can tell she's smiling, a comforting smile. But I can also see the worry and confidence in her eyes. And I feel...worried and confident as well. I especially feel safe, safe with her. Then everything fades into mist again.
~*~Present~*~ ` ` `
Pain! Why! Why do I feel this! What happens next, why...why can't I...maybe...no...I have to know...what happened. We must have been going into battle...the girl was clad in armor and had weapons...the girl...who is she...why...did I feel the way I did around her...why...can't I remember...maybe...maybe there is nothing to remember... but then...why...why is there pain...why is it every time I think of this girl...I feel pain...guilt...love...pain...
"Look alive boy!" Yelled a man as his sword came down on the boy, but he easily sidestepped away, and in an instant, the sickle blade that was attached to a long, thick metal chain was out and had swung to the mans sword blade, where it clanged as it linked around it. The boy pulled and in a blur of movement, he had swung the sword over his head, and it landed a couple of feet behind him. He jerked the sickle blade back into his hands. His movements had been exact and precise. No flaws. The man looked at the boy, in a mix of anger and fear. He wore thick battle armor, caked with dirt. A sword sheath was attached to his side. His garments were torn, ragged, dirty, and had grease stains on them. His hair looked as if it had not seen a comb run through it in years. His beard was tied in two braids down his front, and they were narly. His true hair color wasn't to be depicted, for if it had been anything but a greasy black before, there was no traces of it now. And his eyes, this warrior had no control. His eyes told all. His emotions would not be hidden from his foes. For all his height, and bulk, he would still be one of the first to die.
"You better watch it boy. Next time you may not be so lucky. There is no room for compassion and mercy here. You do what you can to live in this area. Even if it means earning yourself a few pieces of gold off of an unsuspecting whelp such as yourself." The boy looked at the man. His brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, his bangs though hung freely on his forhead. He was clothed in a black, semi tight outfit with yellow plated armor tied tightly to hold his armor in place. His left hip was adorned by a Katana, sheathed in a blue and silver sheath. His feet were covered by black boots with white bindings. And unlike the man that he stood across from, this boy was the only one of his kind in all of Naraku's army. Every single one of the creatures and humans here looked similar to each other in some ways, but this boy stood out from the others, and he knew it himself too.
"I wouldn't be talking. You are the one who lost his sword to an unsuspecting boy. Not me. Maybe you should take your own advice." This boy said, though not cocky or arrogant. His tone...is one that is hard to decifer. The boy tucked the sickle blade and chains on his back. The amn circled him cautiously and went to retrieve his blade. He sheathed it at his side and looked at the boy. He spit on the ground before the boy before leaving amongst the crowd of demons and humans, all either drunk, or preparing for the battle to come. The boy sighed and went to the edge of the vast battle field to lean against the tree. He seemed at peace for a few moments until he leaned over, his hand grasped to his forehead, and gritting his teeth.
` ` ` ~*~*~Memory~*~*~
"Kohaku, are you afraid?" It was the same girl he had seen many times before. Only this time she wore a maroon and white striped shirt, with a green skirt that fell to her knees. Suddenly, he felt uncertain of himself. He wanted to be strong. Strong for her.
"No. I'm okay." She sat next to him near the river that flowed through an open field. Flowers swayed gracefully in the wind. The water giggled and reflected the suns playful and warm rays.
"Kohaku, you don't need to lie. It's me, remember?" She smiled encouragingly at him. He stayed silent for a moment.
"A little bit, I guess. I want to do this though. I want to be as strong as you and father." The girls smiled even more.
"You are very determined Kohaku, but don't be so eager to fight as we do. You should relax a little bit. Besides, father already thinks you are one of the strongest of us in our village already."
"Really?"
"Really. Now what do you say we race back home to eat, then we'll take the whole day off. After all, we should be getting busy soon. The demons become more restless this time of year than the rest of the seasons." I nodded eagerly, and we both brushed off the grass on us. We stood ready, our bodies tense and eager for the race."
"Ready, on the count of three. One...Two...hey!" I took off and laughed.
"You better hurry up or else I'll beat you, ..."
~*~*~End~*~*~ ` ` `
"No wait! What was it I was going to say!" I cried in frustration as I pounded my fist on the ground.
I was going to say her name...I was going to find out who she was...but...what good would it do me if I knew or not...I can't leave...Naraku won't allow that...I couldn't go in search of her...but still...maybe if I just knew her name...
I stared out at the vast array or filth that surrounded this area. It was huge. It takes up most off all of the territory here. Covered with demons, human, and Hanyou's, all doing their own greedy things, their fighting, their drinking. And in the center of it all, was a huge castle. Naraku's castle. What's even worse, is the smell. The horrible smell of waste, carnage, and sake. And the sun never shines. Only gray dreary skies loom above. ` `
Someday...someday I will remember...I will remember everything...and I will leave...and I will be free...and I will never forget again... ` ` ` *** Authors Ending Note: So, what do you people think of this chapter? I know it's short, but to make up for it being short and late, I'll have another chapter written and posted before this coming Wednesday! See, I'm not all that bad! (