Post by Kyoshiro Ayanokōji on Jan 19, 2012 5:43:44 GMT -5
"Kyoshiro!" the voice called as the young officer was storming out of the office building, Kyoshiro Ayanokôji had recently become a captain, and whilst he was a long way away from becoming the general that he would be in later life he was little different in way of attitude. His superiors dare have the gall to tell him that everything he had done, all that he had strived for had been for nought? No. He was pushing too far ahead, he needed to remember what had happened before all of this had happened, if he didn't he risked losing everything. But where could he begin? It would be foolish to go back too far, there were some things, some memories that he had to keep hidden, even from Sir Givven. Yes, there was a place that he could start.
When the end is gettting closer and the earth has burned the sky.
Kyoshiro Ayanokôji stood in the deserts of the Sahara, staring across at the horror that was camped outside, right in front of him. Some militia group, humans, normal humans armed with assault rifles and grenades, living with demon hordes... How was this possible? What sort of deal had been made to bring this forth? Was the human race really this evil? To side with such a horror?
Here's the massacre, a mausoleum fit for me...
Sir Givven appeared beside him and looked across at the camp in front of them "It doth seem we shall have a battle on our hands..." Lyoshiro nodded, unblinking, he was even younger then than when he was a captain, barely a man grown, it ruined him to see that the creatures that he had dedicated most of his life to fighting were here in front of him siding with the human race. He couldn't decide which was worse, the fact that the demons were capable of working alongside humans and not slaughtering them, or the fact that these humans were even willing to work alongside such monstrosities.
Lived a hundred years, a hundred years I couldn't see.
Alastair Givven looked down on the camp and then across to Kyoshiro, the boy was too young for this, too young for what was about to transpire. He was a knight, he had lived for hundreds of years and had spent all of that time fighting, when he was alive he fought Saladin for the sake of his religion, when he was a spirit he at first fought off the spirits of demons in order to keep his sanity and free will, and now as Kyoshiro's guardian spirit he fought to keep this young man safe from the horrors of the world, a task which he felt that he was failing in, Kyoshiro had seen just as much combat as he had but he had been scarred by it, scars that would stay with him for the rest of his life, that would fester, change him into a man with no mercy for those who stand before him... It saddened the battle hardened knight to know that there was nothing he could do.
I look at my child, it's fine this feeling, eyes blue like the sky, I see all of this meaning.
Kyoshiro drew his katana and nodded at Sir Givven, who drew his own longsword and nodded back, they were both ready for what approached them, but whether or not they were ready for the aftermath was to be said. They made their way down to the camp, Kyoshiro with thoughts of hatred and vengeance and Sir Givven with sorrow for his young ward. Maybe now would be a good time to explain, a good time to reveal why Kyoshiro was fighting? For soon there will be bloodshed that in all honesty, you have probably never seen.
Kiss me my darling, darling I need you.
Kyoshiro Ayanokôji, Jotô Soldier, future Jotô Officer, future Jotô General has only ever been felled by one woman. He had known her briefly, but for a few moments, but he had seen her die. It was the first time he'd seen a woman be killed, he had seen men be killed, he had killed them himself and he had seen unimaginable things on the faces of demons, but when he was sent to Asia to combat a growing horde of demons he had witnessed the attacks of these rebels upon local villages, one sight had struck him hardest. A young girl no older than him had been fleeing the village before being struck from behind with a gun shot, Kyoshiro had been ordered not to intervene, at that time they didn't know how close or far away the demons were and he needed all the information he could get, from rebels and government soldiers alike, he had been ordered to stand there and watch people die. He was a good little soldier back then, he followed orders to the letter, but all that would change after this mission, but certainly not for the better of his superiors.
Where do we go?
Kyoshiro sat on the dusty floor, holding this young girl in his arms, he had been ordered to stand and watch, he doubted that his superiors would care if he sat instead. She was dying, he could see that, he was not blind. She was pretty but the contortions and convulsions of pain ruined the shape of her face, she coughed and wheezed and small amounts of blood came up with each shudder that ran through her body. "Please" she had whispered, taking his hand "Help me..." he hadn't realized how he could at that point, he just shook his head, his face a mask of stone. She moved his hand and placed it against the hilt of his katana "Help me..." she repeated, and this time he understood her meaning. He nodded, his orders should grant him this at least... Grant her this at least.
Lord I don't know, where we go, we go, no.
Kyoshiro Ayanokôji had killed a woman that day in an act of mercy. He was within the camp now, sneaking, a shadow searching for the leader of the demons, he would kill him and make him pay. He prayed to every god imaginable that these humans were under a spell, that when he killed the Demon Lord they would all revert back to normal lives, that they would have no knowledge of what had happened, but he had a feeling that his wishes were in vain. He was in and out of the camp within twenty minutes, he clutched the bloody head of a Demon Lord in his hand and he looked down on the camp from the same dune he had watched it from twenty minutes earlier, everything was the same, nothing had changed, these men were still evil. He dropped the head and unsheathed his sword before marching back down towards the camp, this time he would bring back more than one head.
Now repent because it's all over. Just let me die.
It had been for nothing! His superiors had told him, they waited years, waited for the scars to heal. They hoped he would be back to how he was and take the news like a good little soldier but it had not worked. They told him the Demon was not a Lord at all, just a duplicate, a fake, he had watched a woman die, killed her by his own hand, slaughtered an entire camp of men for nothing. He stormed out of the office building "Kyoshiro!" a voice called behind him, but he wouldn't hear it, oh... How his life have just changed with a few words...
Now my heart is finally open. Just let me die.
~
That was a bit dark! Even for me if I do say so myself! I thought it would be interesting to sort of bring to life that darker side of Kyoshiro, show why he's as cold and calculated as he is, why he no longer has that respect for authority that he once did and why he hides away his emotions and shies away so much.
I apologize for any spelling mistakes, I'm just about to set off for college so I don't have time to proof read! D:
Oh! And the italic sentences that punctuate the story are lyrics from the song 'SCAVA' by Hollywood Undead which is a horrifyingly beautiful song about loss, repent and revenge. :3
~ Jordan
When the end is gettting closer and the earth has burned the sky.
Kyoshiro Ayanokôji stood in the deserts of the Sahara, staring across at the horror that was camped outside, right in front of him. Some militia group, humans, normal humans armed with assault rifles and grenades, living with demon hordes... How was this possible? What sort of deal had been made to bring this forth? Was the human race really this evil? To side with such a horror?
Here's the massacre, a mausoleum fit for me...
Sir Givven appeared beside him and looked across at the camp in front of them "It doth seem we shall have a battle on our hands..." Lyoshiro nodded, unblinking, he was even younger then than when he was a captain, barely a man grown, it ruined him to see that the creatures that he had dedicated most of his life to fighting were here in front of him siding with the human race. He couldn't decide which was worse, the fact that the demons were capable of working alongside humans and not slaughtering them, or the fact that these humans were even willing to work alongside such monstrosities.
Lived a hundred years, a hundred years I couldn't see.
Alastair Givven looked down on the camp and then across to Kyoshiro, the boy was too young for this, too young for what was about to transpire. He was a knight, he had lived for hundreds of years and had spent all of that time fighting, when he was alive he fought Saladin for the sake of his religion, when he was a spirit he at first fought off the spirits of demons in order to keep his sanity and free will, and now as Kyoshiro's guardian spirit he fought to keep this young man safe from the horrors of the world, a task which he felt that he was failing in, Kyoshiro had seen just as much combat as he had but he had been scarred by it, scars that would stay with him for the rest of his life, that would fester, change him into a man with no mercy for those who stand before him... It saddened the battle hardened knight to know that there was nothing he could do.
I look at my child, it's fine this feeling, eyes blue like the sky, I see all of this meaning.
Kyoshiro drew his katana and nodded at Sir Givven, who drew his own longsword and nodded back, they were both ready for what approached them, but whether or not they were ready for the aftermath was to be said. They made their way down to the camp, Kyoshiro with thoughts of hatred and vengeance and Sir Givven with sorrow for his young ward. Maybe now would be a good time to explain, a good time to reveal why Kyoshiro was fighting? For soon there will be bloodshed that in all honesty, you have probably never seen.
Kiss me my darling, darling I need you.
Kyoshiro Ayanokôji, Jotô Soldier, future Jotô Officer, future Jotô General has only ever been felled by one woman. He had known her briefly, but for a few moments, but he had seen her die. It was the first time he'd seen a woman be killed, he had seen men be killed, he had killed them himself and he had seen unimaginable things on the faces of demons, but when he was sent to Asia to combat a growing horde of demons he had witnessed the attacks of these rebels upon local villages, one sight had struck him hardest. A young girl no older than him had been fleeing the village before being struck from behind with a gun shot, Kyoshiro had been ordered not to intervene, at that time they didn't know how close or far away the demons were and he needed all the information he could get, from rebels and government soldiers alike, he had been ordered to stand there and watch people die. He was a good little soldier back then, he followed orders to the letter, but all that would change after this mission, but certainly not for the better of his superiors.
Where do we go?
Kyoshiro sat on the dusty floor, holding this young girl in his arms, he had been ordered to stand and watch, he doubted that his superiors would care if he sat instead. She was dying, he could see that, he was not blind. She was pretty but the contortions and convulsions of pain ruined the shape of her face, she coughed and wheezed and small amounts of blood came up with each shudder that ran through her body. "Please" she had whispered, taking his hand "Help me..." he hadn't realized how he could at that point, he just shook his head, his face a mask of stone. She moved his hand and placed it against the hilt of his katana "Help me..." she repeated, and this time he understood her meaning. He nodded, his orders should grant him this at least... Grant her this at least.
Lord I don't know, where we go, we go, no.
Kyoshiro Ayanokôji had killed a woman that day in an act of mercy. He was within the camp now, sneaking, a shadow searching for the leader of the demons, he would kill him and make him pay. He prayed to every god imaginable that these humans were under a spell, that when he killed the Demon Lord they would all revert back to normal lives, that they would have no knowledge of what had happened, but he had a feeling that his wishes were in vain. He was in and out of the camp within twenty minutes, he clutched the bloody head of a Demon Lord in his hand and he looked down on the camp from the same dune he had watched it from twenty minutes earlier, everything was the same, nothing had changed, these men were still evil. He dropped the head and unsheathed his sword before marching back down towards the camp, this time he would bring back more than one head.
Now repent because it's all over. Just let me die.
It had been for nothing! His superiors had told him, they waited years, waited for the scars to heal. They hoped he would be back to how he was and take the news like a good little soldier but it had not worked. They told him the Demon was not a Lord at all, just a duplicate, a fake, he had watched a woman die, killed her by his own hand, slaughtered an entire camp of men for nothing. He stormed out of the office building "Kyoshiro!" a voice called behind him, but he wouldn't hear it, oh... How his life have just changed with a few words...
Now my heart is finally open. Just let me die.
~
That was a bit dark! Even for me if I do say so myself! I thought it would be interesting to sort of bring to life that darker side of Kyoshiro, show why he's as cold and calculated as he is, why he no longer has that respect for authority that he once did and why he hides away his emotions and shies away so much.
I apologize for any spelling mistakes, I'm just about to set off for college so I don't have time to proof read! D:
Oh! And the italic sentences that punctuate the story are lyrics from the song 'SCAVA' by Hollywood Undead which is a horrifyingly beautiful song about loss, repent and revenge. :3
~ Jordan
