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I opened my eyes wearily. It was another rainy day. Rain fell, making a soft rythem on the roof. I got off my bed and put on my split hakama, and then my kimino with elbow length sleeves. I softly yawned as i brushed my firey red, blonde and black hair out of my blazing red eyes. I slipped my katana sheath onto my belt, slipped on my black fingerless gloves, and then slid the door open. The rain pounded harder. I stepped outside and felt the rain evaporate as soon as it touched my skin. Water on the ground turned into steam as I walked. I couldn't help but to feel, relaxed, maybe even soothed as I walked. Which was other odd for me, since I much prefered sunny and hot days. Those where days where i felt more, energenic.
I walked softly over to a stone bridge resting over a small stream. The rushing sound of a waterfall mixed with the sounds of the rain. It was very relaxing. For once, I was fooled that my life would be at peace at last. I seemed to have forgotten all the effects that war had put on me. It was for those few seconds that I let my gaurd down. A shadowy figure stood behind me, I never even noticed him. That is, until he pulled out a wicked scythe. I heard the soft thud that the scythe made when touching the ground. My first instict took over and i grabbed my katana, the hilt felt warm to my hand. I pulled it out of my sheath and turned around and glared at the shadow. He wore a dark grey skull mask, that had sharp teeth and fangs.Through the mask, I could see his evil, soulless black eyes. The shadow reminded me of something, I just couldn't put my finger on it.
The shadow made the first move while i wasn't focusing. I saw the attack comming however and ducked, right as the blade passed over my head. I felt my heart started to pace faster. How could I have been so stupid? Now is not the time to think, now is the time to focus! I made a quick obvervation and then lunged at the shadow's heart. The shadow grinned behind his mask and knocked my sword away with his hand. I swore. If someone could knock away one of my lunges, with his hand, that was not a good sign. The shadow grinned even more, then charged at me, swinging his scythe back and forth, like he was possessed by a demon cutting creature or something. I took a deep breath, and waited for him to get closer.
The shadow made a yell, and then tried to slice my head off. I ducked, right as the blade passed over my head. I found myself breathless. This is the second time I had been lucky, the only queston, how long would it last? I kicked the shadow in the face, knocking his mask off. That was when i first saw the face of death itself. The eyes of hate, staring into my face, looking into my soul. I took no time at all to try and slice the shadow in the chest. The shadow looked at me and just simply caught my sword, as if it were a play toy. Blood trickled down his hand, down his arm, and onto the ground. The shadow snickerd, and then spoke "you realy think i would die that easily? Did you seriously think, you could kill a shinigami like me with a pathetic slice like that?"
I pulled on the sword. I was defenceless. I looked around me, the river running, the rain still pouring, still evaporating on my skin, causing a light steam to surround us. Lightning lit up the sky, followed by the rolling of thunder. I took a deep breath. I could die like this, or i could die trying to escape. I looked back at the shinigami and bowed down. The shinigami smiled. "now you admit defeat? that's a good boy" i looked up at him "if you seriously think i'd bow to an idiot like you, you've just proven you more stupid!" The shinigami's eyes opened up and i twisted my body and kicked him. My sword fell next to the shinigami. We had both released it. Blood ran down the shinigami's mouth. Right where i kicked him. The shinigami doved for my sword. I just stood there, smiling. he must realy be dumb to grab my sword. The shinigami grabbed the hilt, then yelled out in pain, his hands were singed badly. I pulled out my dagger, and ran up to the shinigami, and slit him in the throat. I ducked as blood poured out of him, grabbed my sword, put it in the sheath, and ran. Only one thought in my head: Why send such an idiot to kill me, let alone, who wants me dead?
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- | Submitted on 03/25/2011 |
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- Title: Fire and Ice, chapter1
- Artist: InariFox4ever
- Description: please comment and rate, also subscribe for the next chapter, comments would realy be apreciated because i'm really wanting to make this a good series, so i need opinions, so yea, this is the first chapter to Fire and Ice, it's got japanesse mythoglogy in it. The book is in the view point of Honoo, the son of a fire spirit. Enjoy!
- Date: 03/25/2011
- Tags: fire japan
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