 The young boy of about six with red hair and golden eyes looked from behind his mother's kimono. "Ma'am... Please." His mother spoke. "You're frightening my child." The old woman from the geisha house glared at the boy with one blind eye. "You-" her old voice shook as she pointed at the boy. "You will kill thousands of people!" she screamed. His mother bent and made him move forward away from the crazed woman. "You will kill them in cold blood!! The only forgiveness you will receive will be an outsider to our world!"
The woman's words echoed in the boy's head, he pulled on his mother's hand. "Mommy... Is she telling the truth?" he asked. His mother sighed. "No Tamaki." She cooed softly. "She's just a scary woman who as had one too many drinks." She said softly. "Don't worry." Her smile was soft as she patted his head. That was one of the last things his mother said. That night, she and Tamaki's father were killed in their sleep. Everything from the house was stolen and the house burned. Tamaki escaped with the help of a neighbor. That night, Tamaki vanished, never to be heard from again.
Twelve years later, a young man appeared, a katana at his side, his golden eyes soulless. He had been called a demon on many cases, the path was walked was paved only in blood. That was all that mattered. Blood had soaked through his clothes many times. People had ran from him... He had watched the light vanish from the eyes of many men. However, through all the blood shed, he had vowed never to touch a child, or a woman with his blade.
A fight broke out, with who? He didn't know the man's name, and he didn't care to learn it. The man would be dead within a matter of moments. However, the man he fought was a very good fighter, many times he came close to wounding him. The rain poured over them, lightening flashed across the sky. Both men were struggling to stay up as the wet ground moved under their feet as if they stood in a river. Even so, the other man ended up in a pool of his own blood, gasping for breath as he clung to his own body. The man with golden eyes and red hair stood over the man, watching as the man slowly stopped moving before he turned upon his heal and walked down the road and into an empty house. He sat down as he began to pull off his bloody wet robes. A creek in the house made him look up, reaching for his katana. Lightening flashed within his golden eyes as a figure rounded the corner.
[[This is a time travel roleplay, your character sent from whatever time you want into his time. Please be creative. PM to continue]]
 PrimoLevi · Wed Mar 02, 2011 @ 12:52am · 0 Comments |
