Golden Arrow
Author's Note: Okay… I know… I should concentrate my efforts on The Other Side of the Moon but this just popped out of my head last night… I think it will be a little bit more philosophical story… thanks to the amazing classes of my teacher of theory of education… who has a very peculiar way of dealing with life and has enlightened me somewhat… Ah! Enough rambling! Let's see if this works…
Summary: The war… The blood… The violence… Some men were born to kill… Some souls should never carry the burden of death… A B&K, AU…
Chapter I – In the beginning…
In the beginning…
There was nothing and no one…
And then God created the world…
And to add perfection to his work, He decided to create the man and the woman… two halves of the same hole…
Everything was perfect as He had planned… wasn't it?
But the body is easily corrupted and the flesh is weak… and the soul eventually has to pay…
No… He knew what he had created… monsters with dark thoughts… able to kill each other until the last standing man…
For men and women are dangerous animals that put their soul aside in order to achieve absolute power… nothing more… nothing less…
Devils live on hell they say… but in fact devils life on earth… out there… unnoticed…
It's interesting… He thought as he watched the head he had just cut off soaking the dark green grass underneath it.
"I shall be seeing you one day… when our paths cross in the red valleys of Hell…" He silently whispered as he whipped the blood off his blade.
The last cannon fire was heard… That battle was over… But not the war… Much blood would still be spilled before the end of the war…
Thousand and thousand bodies covered the floor of the once beautiful landscape… Dead bodies, dying men receiving the merciful blow, horses, broken swords, wasted arrows…
Ah… The leftovers of war… The man thought as his cold eyes surveyed the fields.
"Commandant Himura?" An approaching presence inquired.
"Yes Captain Aoshi?"
"Your orders?" The tall man calmly asked.
"We leave none alive, these bastard don't deserve mercy."
"Sir, a messenger arrived from the headquarters. The road is finally clear."
"Good… Two days for the men to catch their breath and them we leave."
"Yes sir." The tall man formally answered before leaving his command standing alone in the middle of the field.
His soldier watched with awe as their enigmatic commandant stood still like a statue in the middle of the field. A dark shadow with fire like hair in the middle of death not feeling slightly disturbed about it.
A remarkable man among men… A devil among monsters…
He was born for that…
To kill…
A slight pain ran through his body… His scars…
His solid amber eyes turned to the sky…
It would rain soon…
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Author's Note: Short I know… but tell me your opinion… I apologize for the mistakes that you will find…
(3/12/2005) - It has just been revised… Sorry… Blame rush…
Thank you very much and Kisses from Portugal!