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Assassins

(prologue)

Will I ever overcome the burden on my chest? The sins that overwhelm me since I found my light that decept maliciously so that I would always be strong to live…

I remember that night clearly. A night where I cried solemnly alone while a smile still curved on this pale skin of mine under a bleeding black sky. The night where Mama died leaving me alone in this ridicule world of hatred. A world where people craved for fortune and raving for killing. A world full of deleterious lie was too much for me to engulf.

“Aaaah!”

“Damn Souji!!!”

Crash!!!

My raging desire was illuminated by the fragmented morals born from the treacherous moon.

A bottle of sake was thrown onto my head. Papa threw it and it landed perfectly on my head. Blood was oozing from the cut of the bottle which came crashed on my head. I saw crimson. Everywhere was redden as I opened my eyes to look at the person whom I called father for the past 10 years I’d lived.

“That whore cursed us by leaving you under our caring. But you’re nothing but disappointed rubbish. You cannot do anything right. You’re a disgrace of the Okita clan Souji. You should never be called an Okita” His brother hit me with his wooden katana. More and more blood gushed out of my head. I even coughed that crimson disgusting liquid. I lay on the ground bare foot with shirts torn. I breathe slowly suffocating for the sweet oxygen. Slowly I helped myself to sit on the ground and faced them with a sarcastic smile curved on this filthy face of mine. “I’m sorry. I’ll do it better the next time” I smiled softly at all of the people standing in front of me whom I called family then pushed myself up and walked back to the estate to pick up more grains and rice and keep it in the barn.

The pack of rice and grains were heavy. Yet everyday I thought of as if I was carrying a sack of light cotton. I missed Mama very much. The last pack of rice I carried at last. I sat on the wooden floor at the footstep of the old dusty barn. I drank the water which I took from the deep well. Even if it was dirty at least it could loosen up the thirst that was swelling in my throat. I sighed then looking up at the agonizing sad moon. It was a very beautiful moon glittering in the sky. Such treacherous moon but why was it crying. Maybe it was alone as the sky was empty with the absence of the stars. Looking at the moon reminded me about Mama. I missed Mama so much. The truth was very cruel. I am not the biological son of this family. Mama had an affair with another man he loved and had me as a son of his affair and Mama. I am an illegitimate son. I cried under the writhing night. It was then I heard an eerie voice screaming for help.

“SOMEONE HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I was scared but my curiosity was hungry to know what was that screaming was. I walked slowly to the place of incident and saw a few police officers slaughtered to death by a mysterious man who was all wrapped up like a mummy. His body was covered with blood and at that moment I saw he sliced the police into two. One of the officer’s head was cut off from its body and it rolled and came in front of me. I wanted to scream but a voice could not come out from my lips. I walked a few steps away and accidentally stepped on a branch. I covered my mouth and there he turned around and looked at me. He saw me. What am I going to do? Am I going to die? I could not think anymore. Maybe dying was not so bad. He walked closer and closer to me holding a shiny sword which was dirtied by numerous of human blood he killed. I walked backwards and back again until I met a wall and sat involuntarily.

“Boy. You saw what happened. Unfortunately no one’s going to hear your story because too bad you’re going to die soon.” His rough voice spoke for the first time.

I could not answer his words. All I could do was smiled and laughed. “Boy, you’re dying. Yet you managed to laugh. Are you not afraid of dying?” He questioned.

“No. I wanted to die. At least I can meet Mama later” I looked up at him smiling. “Dying is not bad right? If it was made fast..” I paused then he kept his sword and helped me up.

“There’s no need to kill someone like you. I’ll spare your life if you give me food and bandages.” He said. I was clueless at that time yet I did what he told.

Stealing didn’t make me felt guilty. I always did this whenever Papa did not give me food or whenever I was really hungry but no one ever bother my existence. I went into the kitchen and stole some rice and bandages and hurried back to barn where I hid the man I just met. I gave him the rice and bandages and hid myself behind the pack of grain which was physically bigger than my small body. I was too scared to faced him even if he spare my life.

“I-I’m sorry if the rice’s too plain, Sir.” My voice was shaking and indeed he noticed that.

“I have a name. Shishio’s the name and don’t ever call me sir.” He smirked and pulled me out from behind the pack of grain. I sat in front of him silently watching him ate the food I gave him. He told me who he was and I told him who I was and told him everything that happened for the past 10 years in my life. Somehow deep inside me I felt as if this man understood me and he could be trusted. It was the first time I told about the misfortune of my life to someone and I felt grateful that I did that. It was as if a heavy burden was lifted from my shoulder. All I could do was smiled.

“You had lived a hard life but you smiled a lot” He said his red crimson eyes were serious looking at me and I felt as if his glanced pierced through my frail body.

“It had become a habit of mine. Usually I cried and fight back when I was scolded. But they’ll get pissed even more when I did that. So I just smiled and accepted whatever they did to me. Thrown, hit, cut, and kicked I’m already used to it. When I smiled I felt as if I just won because I am able to smile even though I was abuse badly by them.” I said looking down on the ground could not meet his eyes. Then he gave me his sword. “Keep it. Made useful of it whenever you need it”

“E-Eh??” My eyes widen in shock. “I think you need it more than me. The police will be looking for you and..”

“Shut up and just keep it” He cut my words. “Let me tell you the basic of nature.’ The strong will live and the weak will die’ that was the basic learning of nature and everyone knew that” He quoted and obliged me to keep it. I bowed to him and hurried back to my room the house holding the sword he gave firmly in my hand. I stood in front of the house looking for a hidden place to his the sword. I couldn’t hide it in my room as I had no privacy. I looked at the space between the ground and the floor of the house and slowly crawled in there hid it between the spaces. It should only be fit for me to enter this space I thought.

Everyday was the same since then. I overheard the adults talking about Shishio-san. “People said he’s wanted and will be rewarded huge sum of money if anyone caught him dead or alive” My uncle spoke while drinking a big cup of beer. I walked slowly crossing over in front of them while carrying a sack of rice on my back. “Hey let’s teased Souji” One of them spoke and they ran to me and kicked me on my chest. I fell back and dropped the sack. “Aaaah!” I moaned.

“Hey Souji you always stayed up in the barn. What happened? So tired till you got no energy to come back and sleep in your wittle bed room?” They laughed and kept on hitting me. I could not spoke anything or replied them. It wasn’t fear but arouse. I was irritated by their laughter. I kept smiling ignoring their arrogance. “Stop smiling you little slut.” They hit me and sliced the pack I was carrying. A crooked smile curved on each of their filthy dirty faces and they called my dad. Papa walked out the house and came forward to me. “Sir Okita, your sun broke the sack of rice. His wasting our food” They chuckled glanced at me. I looked up innocently at my non-biological father and his eyes widen. He pulled out a bamboo stick and hit me with it a few time. I vomited blood and my body was full covered with bruises and blood. “You really can do anything right. You and your Mom really are a disgrace of this family. You humiliate us all” At that moment I somehow wished for the sword that Shishio gave me.

That night I was alone in my room. The moon was full blooming in the night sky and it was a heavy downpour outside. I smiled remembering Mama. “I’m stronger now Mama. I made friend with someone” I muttered alone hoping for Mama to hear me. Suddenly the door smashed opened by my uncle who kicked the door to opened it. He dragged me out of my room and out in the tragic rain. I was soaked wet clueless of what was happening.

“You darn slut. You kept that man in the barn didn’t you? That’s why you were always at the barn giving him food and bandages so he could cover his bruises. Did you know all of our bandages that lasted for six months are gone? You’re wasting our food and medicine for that killer machine” He pounced me. I was punched, hit and kicked by at least 6 people older than me. My dad cut me with an open sword. That was the first time I was hit by an open sword. I was scared. I sreamt for help. I even screamt Shishio-san’s name wishing for him to come and rescue me from this cruel malicious world of hatred. I was at an end. No more to crawl or crept to. Is this the end? Somehow I felt terribly scared, numb at what to do.

“Let’s just kill him. At least we can false a crime here telling the officers that the killer machine Shishio Makoto did this” They laughed vulgarly. It was a horror laugh.

Suddenly Shishio’s word came filling up my empty mind. ‘The strong will live… The weak will die’. The quote kept on dancing in my mind and at that moment I remembered the sword Shishio gave me. I quickly stood up and ran to get the sword. Crept and crawling into the small space I reached for the sword. I opened the sword and hold it firmly hiding in the space between the soil and the floor of the house.

“Souji! Nasty son of a whore! Come out!” They howled my name. I shivered through out their yelling. “Ah there you are” one of them spotted me and entered the narrow space. It was my uncle. My hand shivered and involuntarily I sliced his head off his body. He screamed loudly. Terribly I was defiled by his revolting blood. His head rolled outside and the other entire adult yelled horridly. I managed to laugh and gathered all of my courage into a ball and kept it firmly in my heart. I slaughtered each of them slicing them and shattering them into pieces. I had fun somehow killing them. I laughed loathfully and smile insanely while biting them off from their heads and cutting their limbs off their body. It was the first time I laughed psychotically in the cold rain. Somehow I was in a state of euphoria. On this dreadful day I had officially became a murderer.

All of them died leaving me behind. I looked at both of my palm covered by the frothy blood of my so called family. It was indeed macabre. I wiped the vile blood of my body and looked up the sky. “Mama, I did it Mama. I’ve won Mama.” I spoke delicately in the rain all alone. Then I heard some footsteps walking towards me. I was not scared to die now. I was ready to accept my treachery. I looked at where the sound of the footsteps came. It was not a good guy to save the day and caught me to put in the prison. It was a bad guy trying to save me.

“Why are you crying there boy?”

“I’m not crying” I turned to him facing his loathing eyes that was raving for bloodshed action. I was not scared anymore to confront him or death. It was as if I became part of him. “I am very happy that you gave me this sword” I hand him back the sword and he pushed it away to me. My azure eyes dilated bewildered by his action. “Eh?”

“You keep it. I had another one back here” He pointed at his back and I saw a long appalling sword that hunger for blood. “Follow me if you want to be stronger.” And he walked away.

I ran chasing him and managed to walk beside him gallantly holding the sword tightly in my hands.

At that moment my new life begun. The life of a frightful, grim, grievous assassin who is always hankering for human blood. The moment I'm crying under such an agonizing night sky made me realized that only strong man will continue on living and the weak will die. Unaffected by the fate that's dwelling within the stars, I can't stop the horrid act of killing that I always enjoyed.

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This character was based on the character in the anime samurai X à Soujiro…..

(If you noticed)

Duhhh >.>;;; it is called FANFICTION…

Oh yeah..

This is just the prologue…

more to come…..

and……….

SPOILERS :::: The character will be cross epic from other anime and combined stories from my imagination and the stories I read……………………. So…… It’s not as good as others that was wrote by more awesome writers..

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