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Post by Dirt on Dec 13, 2007 0:35:33 GMT -5
Warning!! this story will contain explicit content so if you have a problem with it do not read
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Post by Dirt on Jun 4, 2008 3:01:22 GMT -5
Shiro stood sword drawn facing five opponents all in traditional samurai garments. Shiro's right arm was bleeding and it hung limp at his side. his messy brown hair was coated in a thin layer of blood. His usualy dirty white shirt now stained red. Shiro smiled it was a wry smile with a touch of insanity. One of the samurai charged him shiro dodged to the left slamming his limp right arm into the man's face then bringing his sword down to strike his head it was blocked by another samurai. Before Shiro could react another samurai charged sinking his blade into Shiro's shoulder. Shiro gritted his teeth his blade gleamed it sliced through the blade that was blocking it and proceded through to slice the head from the body of one of the samurai the turned slashing through the chest of another samurai. Shiro was bleeding badly now his shoulder was fresh with blood and his right arm was now contorted slightly from where he struck the samurai. The three remaining samurai stood cautiously across from Shiro. The middle one charged his sword in the air Shiro ducked under his strike shoving his blade through the man's neck then ripping it upward cleaving his head in two. Another one of the samurai was charging at this time and sent his blade into Shiro's rist he winced in pain but still sent a spinning kick into the man's head and then grabbed the sword the man had dropped and through it toward him impaling him through the sternum. The final samurai charged Shiro rolled grabbing his sword off of the ground and swept his sword across the ground cutting the man's feet out from under him then thrusting the sword upward. He shoved the corpse off of himself to see another man. He was dressed like the samurai but had short well cropped black hair. his hakama pants were emproidered with the words betrayal, death, memory, and killer. His Kimono had the symbol of one of the lost clans of swordsmen but the symbol was scorched and burnt beyond recognition. Shiro stared at him and lifted his sword in defense. "who the hell are you." Shiro yelled. the man coughed and shruged. "I am your killer." He let a wry smile cross his face and then reached for his sword. Shiro charged toward him sword at the ready. The man drew slicing a clean blow blood splattered to the ground. He sheathed his sword and turned to see Shiro still standing his neck now bleeding from a deep wound, but he was still alive. Shiro turned he brought his sword up and stuck down the man drew he sidestepped shiro's strike and struck another clean blow this time his sword connecting with nothing but air. Shiro had jumped back and now lunged forward the man shifted to his right taking the blade in the shoulder then sinking his blade into shiro's chest he turned it and ripped it through Shiro's right side. He then cleaned and Sheathed his blade and turned to walk away as he coughed. Shiro stood his right arm now lay on the ground in a pool of blood he fell forward bringing his sword down to meet his attacker. The man sidestepped and drew slicing Shiro in half. The man then let out a small cough.
Aikou awoke in a cold sweat she sat up looking around frantically until her eyes lay upon Shiro who sat in the corner looking at the glint of his sword in the small beam of moonlight that shown through the window. Aikou jumped out of bed wrapping her arms around Shiro. Shiro looked at Aikou puzzled then set his sword down taking her in his arms. "It's ok you just had a bad dream nothing happened." he looked her in the eyes and gave her a reasuring smile. Aikou's dark shoulder length hair shone silver with the light of the moon. She tightened her grip around Shiro her slender frame now squezing tightly against Shiro's cut physique. She looked up and as the two's lips grew closer together. The door burst open. The inkeeper ran inside in a frenzy tripping over Tansei who was fast asleep. The inkeeper stumbled to his feet. "Bandits are here there coming they coming run run RUN!" Shiro stood and pushed the man aside grabbing Tansei by the the arm and brining him to his feet the now disgruntled but awake Tansei scratched his head his short brown close cut hair in a mess. He took a moment to fix his hair then looked at Shiro sleep still clouding his vision. "Bandits yeah Bandits let's go get 'em Shiro wake up Kiri firs though." as if on que Kiri's head shot up from his pillow his long silvery hair in a ponytail he grabbed his bows then thrust Tansei's Shinai into his hand. "I'm awake now you get up." Kiri ran out of the room notching an arrow. "I'm awake i Don't know what you're talking about your crazy peanut headed basatrd." Tansei fell back to the ground and began to snore. Shiro grabbed him buy the shoulders and threw him through the door. Shiro turned to Aikou. "Stay here will be back in a second." with that he unsheathed his sword and ran out the door. Shiro turned to see an arrow fly by his head he saw Kiri notch another arrow and fire again passing inches from his face. "Damn do you have to cut it so close?" Kiri merely shrugged and fired another arrow. Shiro looked around seeing smoke begin to rise from the small town. "Shiro this town is done for. no one's paying us lets get the hell out of here." "you can go Kiri, but i haven't even begun to fight yet." Shro charged into a crowd of bandits. Kiri shrugged and looked around to find Tansei leaning against a building snoring loudly. Kiri notched an arrow and fired it stuck right by Tansei's head he snapped awake imediately. "Tansei grab Aikou we're getting the hell out of here." Tansei ran into the inn and emerged leading Aikou by the hand the three began to run out of the burning village. Shiro game tearing out after them sword in hand blood still dripping from the blade.
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