(I wrote this in an attempt to explore the mind of the Hitokiri Battousai.
I don't know if it turned out well, but I'm posting it anyway. Please read
(Yorushiku onegaishimasu. ^_^x)
I watched as the blood dripped slowly onto the snow. I lift my sword
closer to my eyes for a better look.
Now the blood ran down the blade, but the sword guard diverted its flow.
The blood did not touch my hands.
I put my hand down and I look around me. I look at all the dead
bodies scattered on the snow, knowing I had caused all their deaths. I had
killed each and every one of them.
I wipe the blood off my sword.
And I return it into its sheath.
I turn my back and I walk away.
But the sight of all that blood remained in my eyes.
I lower my head as I continue to walk, blocking the unwanted images
stubbornly forming themselves in my mind. Broken, bloody swords. A
severed head. A body cut in half.
Images of death.
How many.? I begin to wonder. How many have I killed.?
I have never counted. I have never hesitated. I have never asked. In
this war, I only fight because of the promise of peace. And I only hope,
that when that peace finally comes, I will then find my own.
I hardly noticed when my hand once more went up to my face, and touched the
cross-scar there. Memories unbidden suddenly flood my mind.
But they are not memories of happiness.
They are memories of her death.
Of the love I have lost.
Of the happiness that has gone from me forever.
I fear then, that perhaps. the peace I long for. might have already gone
from me as well.
I look behind me, despite knowing there was no one there. For I know
exactly who I would see.
She was standing there, her hands clasped lightly in front of her.
Her hair was untied, when she was at her most beautiful.
And she was smiling.
I smile back at the vision before it disappears. And when she was gone
once more I turn and walk away.
I murmur her name, and I remember her voice, her warmth, and her love.
I thank her in my heart, for always smiling for me.
And for all the dark thoughts I had just moments before, I could not deny
the fact that now my heart felt warmer.
I walk on alone, coming across battlefields much like the one I had left.
I keep my eyes averted from the dead faces. And finally, when the sun
could bear the sight of blood and death no longer, darkness came and
covered them, hiding them from sight at least for the night.
Beneath a tree, I listen carefully to my surroundings.
I am alone.
And finally, I sleep.
Morning, when I awoke, there was frost on my cheeks, though it had not
snowed that night.
That was how I knew I had dreamed of her again.