Post by Kimimaro on Jul 24, 2010 5:08:44 GMT -5
[5 1/2 Years prior to current events]
The three foot thick steel vault door comes crashing down, its' interior side brutally shredded, discarded, cleanly sliced chunks of metal scattering about as the door impacts with the stone floor.
Of course, this alerted anyone in the compound to the events transpiring, the young boy knew this. To him, however, it did not make a difference.
Mm, you know, blood tastes better than stee-
"Woman, I told you to shut up. You will LISTEN to me or you will become a pretty lump of molten metal." The boy hisses, stepping out into the damp, cold and almost pitch black corridor.
He doesn't seem to mind the fact that his bare feet tread over slivers of metal, or the fact that he leaves a trail of bloody footprints. His body would handle that, for this he was certain.
How long had it been since he had been out of that room? Years? A Decade? Too long. He was no mans prisoner, for he, was Yuudai. Yuudai Jinokoi.
A deep rage fills his core, his left arm trembling so badly he is forced to hold Kodora with his right hand as he slowly walks down the stone corridor.
Yet even as he did so, the boy glances at each similar vault-like door he passes, somewhere deep inside, wondering what lay behind them.
"You shouldn't be out of your room, boy." Speaks a voice that echoes down the corridor.
"I tire of this place, get out of my way or I will kill you." The young Jinokoi murmurs, not even pausing his steady walk towards the source of the voice. Towards the source of his departure.
"Oh look. The Nephew is given a new flashy weapon and he thinks he can boss his superior around." The voice mocks, letting out a mock-laugh. "You are a fool. Your pre-destined existence is in my hands now. Unlike your Father, I am not so forgiving."
The boy switches Kodora back to his left hand, the deep anger subsiding as a cool, collective, natural-born killers focus instills itself in his mind.
"You're dead old man and you don't even know it yet." Bringing Kodora to rest over his bare shoulders, the blade giving him a bristled, ready feeling.
Oh how you woe me Yuudai the Great, Yuudai the strong. Let us rend him, cut him open for your Kodora, let me taste him.
"We will need to work on this talking habit after this."
Who are you talking to boy? Praying for forgiveness? Mercy perhaps? I'm going to spill you across the corridor. It will take weeks for your fathers servants to clean you up."" The man taunts, the familiar unsheathing sound of a blade rippling down the stretch of stone.
"I'm done talking, such a waste of time and breath."
The Boy darts forward, bringing Kodora to bare in a forward-lunge motion. His target, a well-built, stock middle-aged man brings his own longsword-looking blade up.
In the halls, the sound of cold-steel upon sentient-steel echoes.
[To be continued.]
The three foot thick steel vault door comes crashing down, its' interior side brutally shredded, discarded, cleanly sliced chunks of metal scattering about as the door impacts with the stone floor.
Of course, this alerted anyone in the compound to the events transpiring, the young boy knew this. To him, however, it did not make a difference.
Mm, you know, blood tastes better than stee-
"Woman, I told you to shut up. You will LISTEN to me or you will become a pretty lump of molten metal." The boy hisses, stepping out into the damp, cold and almost pitch black corridor.
He doesn't seem to mind the fact that his bare feet tread over slivers of metal, or the fact that he leaves a trail of bloody footprints. His body would handle that, for this he was certain.
How long had it been since he had been out of that room? Years? A Decade? Too long. He was no mans prisoner, for he, was Yuudai. Yuudai Jinokoi.
A deep rage fills his core, his left arm trembling so badly he is forced to hold Kodora with his right hand as he slowly walks down the stone corridor.
Yet even as he did so, the boy glances at each similar vault-like door he passes, somewhere deep inside, wondering what lay behind them.
"You shouldn't be out of your room, boy." Speaks a voice that echoes down the corridor.
"I tire of this place, get out of my way or I will kill you." The young Jinokoi murmurs, not even pausing his steady walk towards the source of the voice. Towards the source of his departure.
"Oh look. The Nephew is given a new flashy weapon and he thinks he can boss his superior around." The voice mocks, letting out a mock-laugh. "You are a fool. Your pre-destined existence is in my hands now. Unlike your Father, I am not so forgiving."
The boy switches Kodora back to his left hand, the deep anger subsiding as a cool, collective, natural-born killers focus instills itself in his mind.
"You're dead old man and you don't even know it yet." Bringing Kodora to rest over his bare shoulders, the blade giving him a bristled, ready feeling.
Oh how you woe me Yuudai the Great, Yuudai the strong. Let us rend him, cut him open for your Kodora, let me taste him.
"We will need to work on this talking habit after this."
Who are you talking to boy? Praying for forgiveness? Mercy perhaps? I'm going to spill you across the corridor. It will take weeks for your fathers servants to clean you up."" The man taunts, the familiar unsheathing sound of a blade rippling down the stretch of stone.
"I'm done talking, such a waste of time and breath."
The Boy darts forward, bringing Kodora to bare in a forward-lunge motion. His target, a well-built, stock middle-aged man brings his own longsword-looking blade up.
In the halls, the sound of cold-steel upon sentient-steel echoes.
[To be continued.]