Remember You
Remember You
Remember You
Prologue:
It was a dark, horrible night. Thunder boomed and shattered the sky. Lightening streaked across the black canvas as an often response, it was raining so badly. Hardly anyone was out.
As I stand here, by your grave. I try to, and yet I try not you, think of you. But I can't help it. I'm staring at your name right now. King Kurama, the Greatest King to Ever Rule. Tears burn the back of my eyes, but I try to blink them back. I hear your voice. I still smell your scent. Your eyes. Your gorgeous eyes, which captured me in a second. I remember your eyes... and I remember you.
I had just came into this town. I was knew. I knew no one, nor did I care. This looked like I good place to hide from the law. I was reminded each and every day that I was an outlaw. A streetrat, if you will. My face was everywhere. On 'Wanted' Postes at every pole and food booth. I couldn't even walk into town without a disguise. Right now, I was wearing a rageddly cloak that hid my face well under the hood.
As passed a poster, I couldn't help but read it.
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE, PREFERABLY DEAD. (or yeah, sure, add preferably dead, why don't cha...mother-fuckers....)
1,500,000 pure gold pieces
Hiei Jaganshi, Warlock and Murderer
My picture was placed under it. My blood-red eyes, stared back at my own. I was scowling in that picture. But at least they got my good side. I felt a laugh rise at my throat at that thought. I sounded like a girl.
My bandana, which I constantly wore, hid my up-side down star mark. Which was my mark. I scratched that sign into each one of my victim's bodies.
Wanted for the murder of 10,000 people; men, women and children.
So now you know why I can't show my face in public. Nor take my bandana off. If your laughing at me right now, for your information, I'd like to live for a few more hundred years please. So 'hmph' to you.
I 'hn'ed to myself. And walked on.
The town was fairly nice. Clear, sunny skies over the worn-out road. People everywhere. It made me uncomfortable. The constant thought of someone bumping into my and my hood falling off, exposing my face. A lady or a man would shout and another massacre would occur that would be on my 'concience'.
Lucky for me, no one went near me. They probably thought I was some short begger looking for someone to mug. I passed a couple holding and kissing each other. Eech. Ever since I was little I was on my own. But thanks to my talent in the dark arts, I managed to strive for a somewhat living. Oh yeah, killing people, watching as their blood drains from their mortal wound, as they try so hard to live on, making those funny gurgling sounds trying to scream for help. It was a blast. And they twitched too. It was funny when they twitched, it just made my day so worthwhile.
I was too deep in thought to notice that I bumped into someone, a big someone. They knocked me back and my hood off. I landed flatly on my ass on the dirt. I growled and looked up,
" What'd you do that for, bitch?! " I shouted. Shit, I shouldn't have done that.
" Aah! It's the murderer! " a woman screamed.
I hacked the man to pieces with my magic, scrambled off the ground and took off. But the people here were smarter than I thought. Usually they run everywhere in panic, but guards were close by, and they caught me. I tried to find my center and use magic, but one guard was smart, surprisingly, and quickly knocked me out.
I remember thinking I was in deep shit.
I know! It doesn't have much yaoi. It's gonna be one of those stories where it'll build into that erotic, dramatic, sensual-atic, moment! Please don't give on me! And review! Please, for the love of god, review! I want to know if this sucks and I shouldn't go on or else people will start sending my hater-letters with stuff like 'I'll kill you if you don't shut up and kill your story!' and hateful stuff like that! PLEASE!! I'll get better! I promise! *bats puppy eyes*