KONICHIWA!! I know i'm posting these things out like a rabbit, lately, but it's because i'm anxious to get to some of my further chapters!! They start getting a little better, and i'm actualy quite proud of some of them. Once i get caught up in my Kanshihei: The Observer chapters, i MIGHT start another side blog to post a couple chapters from my The Cat & The Jay book. It's way different from this book and the storyline and character directions are totally different..The writing style is more modern too...But i'm not sure it's ready for scrutiny yet. (I haven't edited it to my standards quite yet, but it's written much better than these beginning few chapters to Kanshihei: The Observer ) Well, I think I've done enough rambling for today, so, here's Chapter Eight mi amigos!
Chapter Eight:
Date Night
From The View Of:
Kanshihei
"You will be escorting the man in the charcoal black suit with light silver pinstripes. His under shirt will be ivory. Dress formally and don't act out of place. The Client will approach you first."
I'd already recieved the location in a previous messege and I guessed that this one was so that I wouldn't rip off the guy's head when he approached me. I didn't quite understand it but whatever this was about, I could handle it. Probably some rich snob that needs protection. The petty little shit.
There wasn't much I could do with my hair to go formal so i just sprayed some shine serum into it and brushed my fingers through it. I wanted to play up the vulnerable-rich-girl look so I used more makeup that i usually do- which is absolutely none.
When I looked up into the mirror I almost believed the disguise myself. My eyes looked large and sweet with all the shadow I had used and my lips were a pale pink. Other than the fact that my pupils were back to being slits, I totally had the vulnerable look down.
I, of course, hadn't had any formal clothes with me when I came to France so I had just used all the money I needed from some rich guy's bank account to buy a dress from some website with over-night delivery.
I didn't quite feel like myself in the light material of the black dress. The shortest point was right below my hip and the longest point to right above my knee. The diagnal cut passed for formal so it would have to work. The straps were thin and the front was revealing so it helped with the little-rich-girl look i was aiming for. I wanted to add my own touch so I put on a thin silver necklace with a small emerald jewel in the middle of it. My shoes were heeled but I knew I could run in them if i had to.
Before I walked out of the bathroom I sprayed on enough perfume to smell like a French Hooker and smiled at my reflection one last time. One may think it was because I was happy with my looks, but It was actually because I was wondering what my client would think we he saw "fragile" little ol' me. My slitted pupils transformed into round little circles and I left the hotel at a leisurely pace.
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I honestly couldn't contain my nerves when I walked in the door. I mean, I've done escorts before, but not his kind. The last one I did was running through a savannah in Australia with a quarter-demon jewel theif thrown over my shoulder. I'd been keeping him away from the Australian mafia whom he apparently owed money. "Australia has a mafia problem?" one may ask... My answer... You don't even know the half of it.
The lights were dimmed so the brightest areas in the large room were around the clumps of candles at the buffet tables. It was wide open so I didn't feel too cramped, but there were quite a lot of people. What is supposed to be going on here, anyway? Escape routes seemed easy to find. There were quite a lot of stained glass windows which were always extremely easy to smash and I could spot a few open doors leading to various hallways. All the food on the buffet tables was fresh and smelt free of toxins so food poisoning was out for a possible assassination option concerning the client. Although I do think that I may have recieved a few stares when I was sniffing the crumpets.
I was about to start looking for the job i was assigned to when a hand closed lightly around my forearm. I turned and stared straight into brilliant swirls of purple and blue.
"Didn't I tell you not to act out of place? Darling, normal people don't sniff the crumpets..."
I kept staring in disbelief as he smiled at me. He was wearing a charcoal black suit with thin, almost non-descript, silver pinstripes. His undershirt was ivory. Oh damn.
"Now, quit staring because it may pull attention." he said softly, then continued when he recieved no response from me. "You might as well forget the notion of being my escort. That was only to get you here, but i'll still pay you whatever you want if you complete the rest of the task I have planned."
He raised an eyebrow and I blinked a bit to try and clear my mind.
"What's the job?" I mumbled.
He smiled and spoke softly, "All you have to do is be my date for the night, sweetheart."
I could have beat the crap out of him at that very moment JUST for calling me sweetheart, but I needed the money more than I was going to let on. Stealing from the occassional rich man wasn't helping me keep up my particular lifestyle. Even the rewards for my jobs don't add up to much, considering all my traveling fees.
"I'm guessing that i'm not getting my pistol back...?" I raised and eyebrow.
He just smiled and grinned again. Tch. What an Ass.
(end)
THERE YOU GO!! Chapter Eight!! While I was typing it, i DID realized that this was the chapter that i had so many tense problems with...please don't judge me?? haha, i hope you enjoyed it even a bit anyway. I'd love to hear opinions about the character developement and opinions on the way the characters act/talk/etc/etc. GOOD OR BAD...i wanna hear it!! Thanks for reading!! ;)
-Writer
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Chapter Seven
One of these days..well, probably right after this post, I'm going to put up a little biography type thing about myself. Why not know the author?! :D (even if only one or two people ever read this...I WANT YOU TO KNOW!!) so, be prepared for that... and just as another add-on, I'm sorry if this chapter has a few problems with tenses...i don't think this was the chapter i have trouble with concerning tenses, but i won't know until i read over the others. I'm better about it now, but back when i wrote this one i think it was bad, ha ha. (I'm all the way up to chapter 20 in my written format!) so here we go! enjoy!
-Writer
Chapter Seven:
The Internet Can Be Useful
From The View Of:
Tetsudai
Don't get me wrong, France was pretty and everything, but not every Francian was extremely polite...
Don't judge for my new word "Francian"...You must admit that it sounds better than "French Person"...
It didn't help that I spoke absolutely no French, or any other language other than English at that...But their coffee was great.
One may be wondering, "Why is this lad going to France?" Well, my friend, I go anywhere I want, when I want. I had a certain impulse to come here, so, guess what? I came. Here, one may be asking "Isn't it a strange coincidence that the girl is here too?" Well, I have a bit of a longer answer to that one...
...................................................................................
At first, I had just known the girl was the only daughter of Love, which I would say, aided me in narrowing my search in extreme. I'd known she was an assassin by the way she had obviously thought of me as a job, saying something about money as well. "So," the little voice in my head says, "Thanks for all that, Captain Obvious. You find out anything we don't already know?"
Well, my little imaginary voice, whom I refer to as "One" quite a lot, I have found something out! Here is where the plot gets interesting. I am the reason this girl is here.
One may be gasping or exclaiming in surprise or confusion, but, I guarantee, it will make sense soon.
See, it started with finding out about her previous jobs, which considering this day and time, was fairly easy to start. "How?" asks the little voice. The simple answer is the demon-networking system. An intricate of demon-only coded material accessed over the Internet.
Most humans call the connections something like a virus or put them off as some sort of spam, but demons, or half-demons like myself, can easily decipher it and trace it back to the main network. The network holds all of the most recent important information: Births of newly powerful demons, Slayer Alerts, Assassinations of influential demons, Rogue Demons, and most importantly, the latest info on all the demon fashion and clothing.
Out of the things i listed, there was no way I was going to find anything on her under the Births or the fashion and clothing areas.
I had spent a lot of time in my upscale Dallas hotel room before the Plane trip reading through the major demon assassinations, but nothing ever really stuck out. Most of them were gory and without reason. I didn't give up though and continued looking all through the night.
I was barely awake when I figured I would look under rogue demons for the heck of it. I was completely awake when the #1 most wanted Rogue picture was a slightly blurry image of the woman's beautiful but sharp and expressionless face.
I had clicked on it right away and was surprised at how little they really had on her. Although it showed she had been suspected of being involved in an unreal amount of murders and assassinations. Even the written article on her was short.
MOST WANTED ROGUE DEMON
Calling: Kanshihei
Species: verified as half-demon
Age: Not specified. First murder proven to be committed by this demon was approximately 300 years ago. It was a human slayer. We assume it had begun as self defense.
Physical Age in Human Years: approximately 20 to 23
Height: Estimated to be about 5ft 8in
Origins: Unknown
Appearance: Silver hair. Facial descriptions have varied too much for any absolute facts. Rumored to have glowing green eyes, much like the late demon Love. No connection found so far.
Humans Proven to be Murdered by this Demon: 157
Demons Proven to be murdered by this Demon: 143
Other Deaths Believed to be Related to This Demon: 3,500 demons and humans combined
The Bounty for this demon dead is 15 million American dollars.
The Bounty for this demon Alive is 36 million American dollars.
Article:
This demon goes by the name of Kanshihei. We have conducted summonings and resolved that this is, in fact, not her real calling. This demon is extremely dangerous and any information on her will be promptly rewarded. Do not seek to conduct business with her. As stated before, this demon is extremely dangerous. If you find yourself in direct presence of her, every demon is ordered to kill immediately. If anyone is proven to associate with her, the punishment is death.
What a cheerful and light read, indeed.
I was surprised by the brutality of it, but there was a list of alleged associates that i was able to hack into.
I, or course, was able to use my amazing technological skills to find out all I needed to know about each of the suspects. I dropped a line to each one that was still living.
I had no luck with the first few but I was able to get a "business cell" number from one guy with a low, gruff voice.
I called and it was only a computerized recorder for "Customers wanting certain pests to be quickly eexterminated."
The extra annunciation on "pests" and "exterminated" kind of gave it away. I used a voice modifier to leave the sweet little Love's-Daughter a message that made her come to France without hesitation.
"Name your own price. Any amount. Difficult goal that may only be obtained by one of your expertise, Milady. Arrive in France before one week from this day or the deal dissolves and we find a new business associate. More information will be given after your arrival."
Oh, the little sweety didn't know what was coming at her. She would wrongly assume this was a usual job, but, oh, no! This was going to be something completely new to her.
...................................................................................
About a night after she arrived, I left her another message. I just can't wait to see her pretty little face in the situation I've put her up to.
(end of chapter seven)
WELL, it took me two and a half hours to type...not because i type slow...but because i was so distracted by quite a few other things,ha ha, anyway, what do you think?? be sure to comment!! Keep it real! Don't hold back. Comments. Insults. Constructive Criticism...I'll take it all!! Thanks for reading and stay tuned for Chapter Eight: Date-Night. ;)
Sincerely,
Your Wonderful Writer
-Writer
Chapter Seven:
The Internet Can Be Useful
From The View Of:
Tetsudai
Don't get me wrong, France was pretty and everything, but not every Francian was extremely polite...
Don't judge for my new word "Francian"...You must admit that it sounds better than "French Person"...
It didn't help that I spoke absolutely no French, or any other language other than English at that...But their coffee was great.
One may be wondering, "Why is this lad going to France?" Well, my friend, I go anywhere I want, when I want. I had a certain impulse to come here, so, guess what? I came. Here, one may be asking "Isn't it a strange coincidence that the girl is here too?" Well, I have a bit of a longer answer to that one...
...................................................................................
At first, I had just known the girl was the only daughter of Love, which I would say, aided me in narrowing my search in extreme. I'd known she was an assassin by the way she had obviously thought of me as a job, saying something about money as well. "So," the little voice in my head says, "Thanks for all that, Captain Obvious. You find out anything we don't already know?"
Well, my little imaginary voice, whom I refer to as "One" quite a lot, I have found something out! Here is where the plot gets interesting. I am the reason this girl is here.
One may be gasping or exclaiming in surprise or confusion, but, I guarantee, it will make sense soon.
See, it started with finding out about her previous jobs, which considering this day and time, was fairly easy to start. "How?" asks the little voice. The simple answer is the demon-networking system. An intricate of demon-only coded material accessed over the Internet.
Most humans call the connections something like a virus or put them off as some sort of spam, but demons, or half-demons like myself, can easily decipher it and trace it back to the main network. The network holds all of the most recent important information: Births of newly powerful demons, Slayer Alerts, Assassinations of influential demons, Rogue Demons, and most importantly, the latest info on all the demon fashion and clothing.
Out of the things i listed, there was no way I was going to find anything on her under the Births or the fashion and clothing areas.
I had spent a lot of time in my upscale Dallas hotel room before the Plane trip reading through the major demon assassinations, but nothing ever really stuck out. Most of them were gory and without reason. I didn't give up though and continued looking all through the night.
I was barely awake when I figured I would look under rogue demons for the heck of it. I was completely awake when the #1 most wanted Rogue picture was a slightly blurry image of the woman's beautiful but sharp and expressionless face.
I had clicked on it right away and was surprised at how little they really had on her. Although it showed she had been suspected of being involved in an unreal amount of murders and assassinations. Even the written article on her was short.
MOST WANTED ROGUE DEMON
Calling: Kanshihei
Species: verified as half-demon
Age: Not specified. First murder proven to be committed by this demon was approximately 300 years ago. It was a human slayer. We assume it had begun as self defense.
Physical Age in Human Years: approximately 20 to 23
Height: Estimated to be about 5ft 8in
Origins: Unknown
Appearance: Silver hair. Facial descriptions have varied too much for any absolute facts. Rumored to have glowing green eyes, much like the late demon Love. No connection found so far.
Humans Proven to be Murdered by this Demon: 157
Demons Proven to be murdered by this Demon: 143
Other Deaths Believed to be Related to This Demon: 3,500 demons and humans combined
The Bounty for this demon dead is 15 million American dollars.
The Bounty for this demon Alive is 36 million American dollars.
Article:
This demon goes by the name of Kanshihei. We have conducted summonings and resolved that this is, in fact, not her real calling. This demon is extremely dangerous and any information on her will be promptly rewarded. Do not seek to conduct business with her. As stated before, this demon is extremely dangerous. If you find yourself in direct presence of her, every demon is ordered to kill immediately. If anyone is proven to associate with her, the punishment is death.
What a cheerful and light read, indeed.
I was surprised by the brutality of it, but there was a list of alleged associates that i was able to hack into.
I, or course, was able to use my amazing technological skills to find out all I needed to know about each of the suspects. I dropped a line to each one that was still living.
I had no luck with the first few but I was able to get a "business cell" number from one guy with a low, gruff voice.
I called and it was only a computerized recorder for "Customers wanting certain pests to be quickly eexterminated."
The extra annunciation on "pests" and "exterminated" kind of gave it away. I used a voice modifier to leave the sweet little Love's-Daughter a message that made her come to France without hesitation.
"Name your own price. Any amount. Difficult goal that may only be obtained by one of your expertise, Milady. Arrive in France before one week from this day or the deal dissolves and we find a new business associate. More information will be given after your arrival."
Oh, the little sweety didn't know what was coming at her. She would wrongly assume this was a usual job, but, oh, no! This was going to be something completely new to her.
...................................................................................
About a night after she arrived, I left her another message. I just can't wait to see her pretty little face in the situation I've put her up to.
(end of chapter seven)
WELL, it took me two and a half hours to type...not because i type slow...but because i was so distracted by quite a few other things,ha ha, anyway, what do you think?? be sure to comment!! Keep it real! Don't hold back. Comments. Insults. Constructive Criticism...I'll take it all!! Thanks for reading and stay tuned for Chapter Eight: Date-Night. ;)
Sincerely,
Your Wonderful Writer
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Chapters 5 & 6
ohaiyo!! (Good Morning!...even though it's not morning!) Here is Chapter Five and Six. I was just going to do chapter five but it's a little short so i figured, what the hay, put in another one!! Hope you enjoy it! and a little note on the side: You're still not to the good stuff yet! teehee! :)
Chapter Five:
I see London, I see France
From The View Of:
Kanshihei
I had been sitting in my first class, Lysol and Baby Diaper scented plane seat when I saw him again. My heart had accelerated and my breathing had quickened. Don't go thinking that way! That is definitely not the way i felt! My body has a natural impulse of Fight-or-Flight. I didn't even like the guy.
I don't think he saw me so I sank down in my seat then pulled a baseball cap out of my small bag. I put it on to cover my eyes and shadow my distinct features. It covered my bright silver hair as well.
I Guess the Yankees are good for something.
The next six hours of the trip to France had been terrible, and I'm not just talking about the packaged peanuts. The guy was only a few rows in front of me. I figured I could probably avoid him if I stayed hidden... Which was a bit hard considering there were only four other people on the plane... Looks like I might really have to face him. Until then my faithful mp3 player would keep my entertained. Heck, There were only two hours left until the plane got to its last stop, France.
Half-way through my Metallica album I dozed off.
A buzz and light conversation around me woke me. I squinted in the bright light and not more than six inches from my face were passionate blue and purple eyes. he had a huge grin on his perfectly chiseled and seemingly-sweet face. I couldn't believe it but I just sat there dumbly, staring with my lips barely parted.
My equivalent of a total freak out.
He was so close. I felt completely cornered.
"Nice meeting you again... Anyway, I assume France is your stop considering its the only one... hmm?" The young man spoke softly.
My eyes got huge and quick as a flash, I jerked my legs back and drove my heels right into his chest. It was instinct. The air in his lungs left in a huff and he fell back against the seats behind him. He just stared at me with an almost amused look of shock on his face.
I glanced around just as quickly then bolted for the front of the plane, leaving everything.
It was only while I was running through the airport afterward that I actually slowed down to think straight. I had left everything.
An even worse feeling of horror seeped into my being as my hand reached into my, now-empty, hoodie pocket.
The bastard has my pistol.
I growled darkly but left the airport. I would attend to my business... the get my pistol back.
Note to Reader,
Just in case you're not noticing, I'm putting "From The View Of:" at the beginning of each chapter. If you haven't paid attention, I advise you begin now. It'll start being a bit important because sometimes i feel like I'm not really describing a character well. I feel like delving into their mind and personality so that the reader can make more of a connection. The majority of chapters will be from Kanshihei's viewpoint, of course, but I'm definitely not leaving out some key elements that can only be explained by other assisting roles.
Origato,
Writer
Chapter Six:
Backin' It Up
From The View Of:
Tetsudai(The Helper)
I can't tell you how much puzzled me about this girl.
Thing 1: She could tell almost instantly who and what I was. Most assassins hired to kill me only know the what part, that I'm half demon. But she knew right away that I was a son of Passion. One may be wondering, "Well, duh, she is the daughter of Love, another Obsidian demon." But no, even the many daughters and sons of Hate that I've come in contact with didn't recognize me.
Thing 2: Where had she been? By that I mean that as soon as Hate, Sorrow, and Passion found out that Love had been murdered, they had also discovered that she had conceived a daughter soon before. I don't know if this chick knew, but she was the ONLY child of Love, therefore, She has been searched for during the whole three hundred years since Love's death.
Each of the Obsidian demons grow extremely attacked to their children, or rather, they get extremely possessive over them. I am one of the three children of Passion. He doesn't care for us in the way of a loving parent though, he merely gives us everything we need in order to live our lives in any way we see fit. As for Sorrow, he once had a son but he was assassinated around the age of 150. Sorrow of course, got revenge but doesn't plan on any more children. Hate, himself, has hundreds of children and cares for them in much the same way passion cares for my siblings and I. Ironically, Love had been the only to have no children.
As there were four Obsidian demons, they paired off. hate worked with Sorrow and Love worked with Passion. None of what they did was for the better, but Passion and Love had become something that could be considered friends. Hate and Sorrow stayed on the side of business.
I don't think this girl knew but if passion ever found her, she would be under his protection. He had vowed to do just that when he found of his only friend's death.
........................................................
Ever since I Had seen her for the first time, I ha vent been able to stop thinking about her.
Her lean frame was muscular but feminine at the same time. Her dark but feather-like hair had given a hard edge to her soft features. Her large eyes gave her a certain vulnerability but her stance had flushed vulnerable down the can. The way she carried herself and moved was much like that of a cat on the hunt. Her glowing green eyes had amazed me.
I couldn't believe my luck when I'd seen her again on the plane to France. I had noticed her almost instantly. I couldn't help but grin when i saw her surprised expression out of the corner of my eye. It was a shame that she covered her pretty face with a rough baseball cap...especially a Yankees one.
She was on edge the whole time, I had been debating whether I should have told her to relax or not but I had figured she would punch my lights out. Considering her avoidance of my eyes, she probably would've even jumped out of a window to get away from me.
When she eventually fell asleep I actually turned around and looked at her.
With her face relaxed and not so tense, she was pretty cute. I figured I had only been staring a few minutes but suddenly the flight attendant was informing us of the upcoming landing. I had gotten my one bag organized then moved to go kneel next to the girl's seat as soon as we landed.
She had been breathing softly and I put my face about a foot from hers. I almost jumped out of my skin when her green eyes slit open. I'd been about to say something but before I could speak I'd been pulled into pools of emerald. She went from relaxed to a look of almost pure terror. Her eyes looked huge so i figured i had to say something.
"Nice meeting you again... Anyway, I assume France is your stop, considering it's the last one, hmmm?" I kept a smile up, hoping to reassure the girl. I meant no harm... it must've not worked because she then proceeded to kick me with enough force to shatter a normal human's ribs to pieces...and I mean, kibbles-n'-bits PIECES.
I landed back against the chairs and looked up into her eyes once more. She seemed like a deer in headlights. She hopped over me and bolted out of the front of the plane.
I rubbed my head as a couple flight attendants bustled toward me. I shrugged them off with a chuckle.
She may have been beautiful but I knew she was dangerous. I wasn't stupid enough to let -ugh- my passion get in the way of things.
As i had walked out of the airport, I couldn't keep a happy grin off my face though. I looked down into my hand and still wanted to laugh. A voice in the back of my head was telling me to feel bad for taking advantage of her confusion, but the amusement of twirling her pistol around in my hand won over.
That meeting on the plane wouldn't be our last. I would see her pretty face again.
Chapter Five:
I see London, I see France
From The View Of:
Kanshihei
I had been sitting in my first class, Lysol and Baby Diaper scented plane seat when I saw him again. My heart had accelerated and my breathing had quickened. Don't go thinking that way! That is definitely not the way i felt! My body has a natural impulse of Fight-or-Flight. I didn't even like the guy.
I don't think he saw me so I sank down in my seat then pulled a baseball cap out of my small bag. I put it on to cover my eyes and shadow my distinct features. It covered my bright silver hair as well.
I Guess the Yankees are good for something.
The next six hours of the trip to France had been terrible, and I'm not just talking about the packaged peanuts. The guy was only a few rows in front of me. I figured I could probably avoid him if I stayed hidden... Which was a bit hard considering there were only four other people on the plane... Looks like I might really have to face him. Until then my faithful mp3 player would keep my entertained. Heck, There were only two hours left until the plane got to its last stop, France.
Half-way through my Metallica album I dozed off.
A buzz and light conversation around me woke me. I squinted in the bright light and not more than six inches from my face were passionate blue and purple eyes. he had a huge grin on his perfectly chiseled and seemingly-sweet face. I couldn't believe it but I just sat there dumbly, staring with my lips barely parted.
My equivalent of a total freak out.
He was so close. I felt completely cornered.
"Nice meeting you again... Anyway, I assume France is your stop considering its the only one... hmm?" The young man spoke softly.
My eyes got huge and quick as a flash, I jerked my legs back and drove my heels right into his chest. It was instinct. The air in his lungs left in a huff and he fell back against the seats behind him. He just stared at me with an almost amused look of shock on his face.
I glanced around just as quickly then bolted for the front of the plane, leaving everything.
It was only while I was running through the airport afterward that I actually slowed down to think straight. I had left everything.
An even worse feeling of horror seeped into my being as my hand reached into my, now-empty, hoodie pocket.
The bastard has my pistol.
I growled darkly but left the airport. I would attend to my business... the get my pistol back.
Note to Reader,
Just in case you're not noticing, I'm putting "From The View Of:" at the beginning of each chapter. If you haven't paid attention, I advise you begin now. It'll start being a bit important because sometimes i feel like I'm not really describing a character well. I feel like delving into their mind and personality so that the reader can make more of a connection. The majority of chapters will be from Kanshihei's viewpoint, of course, but I'm definitely not leaving out some key elements that can only be explained by other assisting roles.
Origato,
Writer
Chapter Six:
Backin' It Up
From The View Of:
Tetsudai(The Helper)
I can't tell you how much puzzled me about this girl.
Thing 1: She could tell almost instantly who and what I was. Most assassins hired to kill me only know the what part, that I'm half demon. But she knew right away that I was a son of Passion. One may be wondering, "Well, duh, she is the daughter of Love, another Obsidian demon." But no, even the many daughters and sons of Hate that I've come in contact with didn't recognize me.
Thing 2: Where had she been? By that I mean that as soon as Hate, Sorrow, and Passion found out that Love had been murdered, they had also discovered that she had conceived a daughter soon before. I don't know if this chick knew, but she was the ONLY child of Love, therefore, She has been searched for during the whole three hundred years since Love's death.
Each of the Obsidian demons grow extremely attacked to their children, or rather, they get extremely possessive over them. I am one of the three children of Passion. He doesn't care for us in the way of a loving parent though, he merely gives us everything we need in order to live our lives in any way we see fit. As for Sorrow, he once had a son but he was assassinated around the age of 150. Sorrow of course, got revenge but doesn't plan on any more children. Hate, himself, has hundreds of children and cares for them in much the same way passion cares for my siblings and I. Ironically, Love had been the only to have no children.
As there were four Obsidian demons, they paired off. hate worked with Sorrow and Love worked with Passion. None of what they did was for the better, but Passion and Love had become something that could be considered friends. Hate and Sorrow stayed on the side of business.
I don't think this girl knew but if passion ever found her, she would be under his protection. He had vowed to do just that when he found of his only friend's death.
........................................................
Ever since I Had seen her for the first time, I ha vent been able to stop thinking about her.
Her lean frame was muscular but feminine at the same time. Her dark but feather-like hair had given a hard edge to her soft features. Her large eyes gave her a certain vulnerability but her stance had flushed vulnerable down the can. The way she carried herself and moved was much like that of a cat on the hunt. Her glowing green eyes had amazed me.
I couldn't believe my luck when I'd seen her again on the plane to France. I had noticed her almost instantly. I couldn't help but grin when i saw her surprised expression out of the corner of my eye. It was a shame that she covered her pretty face with a rough baseball cap...especially a Yankees one.
She was on edge the whole time, I had been debating whether I should have told her to relax or not but I had figured she would punch my lights out. Considering her avoidance of my eyes, she probably would've even jumped out of a window to get away from me.
When she eventually fell asleep I actually turned around and looked at her.
With her face relaxed and not so tense, she was pretty cute. I figured I had only been staring a few minutes but suddenly the flight attendant was informing us of the upcoming landing. I had gotten my one bag organized then moved to go kneel next to the girl's seat as soon as we landed.
She had been breathing softly and I put my face about a foot from hers. I almost jumped out of my skin when her green eyes slit open. I'd been about to say something but before I could speak I'd been pulled into pools of emerald. She went from relaxed to a look of almost pure terror. Her eyes looked huge so i figured i had to say something.
"Nice meeting you again... Anyway, I assume France is your stop, considering it's the last one, hmmm?" I kept a smile up, hoping to reassure the girl. I meant no harm... it must've not worked because she then proceeded to kick me with enough force to shatter a normal human's ribs to pieces...and I mean, kibbles-n'-bits PIECES.
I landed back against the chairs and looked up into her eyes once more. She seemed like a deer in headlights. She hopped over me and bolted out of the front of the plane.
I rubbed my head as a couple flight attendants bustled toward me. I shrugged them off with a chuckle.
She may have been beautiful but I knew she was dangerous. I wasn't stupid enough to let -ugh- my passion get in the way of things.
As i had walked out of the airport, I couldn't keep a happy grin off my face though. I looked down into my hand and still wanted to laugh. A voice in the back of my head was telling me to feel bad for taking advantage of her confusion, but the amusement of twirling her pistol around in my hand won over.
That meeting on the plane wouldn't be our last. I would see her pretty face again.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Chapter Three and Four
Konichiwa! I've decided to combine Chapter Three and Four for this next post. Be sure to read the Prologue and Chapters 1 & 2 before starting on this one! Note: These chapters, for me, aren't my best, but they do a pretty good job at introducing Tetsudai, the new assisting character. Enjoy!
From The View Of:
Kanshihei
Chapter 3:
Passion Of The Moment
I was lying on my stomach on the top of a skyscraper near the spot where I would see the job. I stared through my binoculars and nodded my head to the music coming from my mp3 player. I was about three hours early for the job but I wanted to make sure I knew the place.
The bottom of the bell tower was similar to a church on the inside, although now it held no services... it didn't exactly hold anything anymore. It was abandoned so I assumed my job was a drug dealer or something along mobster lines. Nobody else would come to such a run-down place like this.
I nodded along with the old Bon Jovi songs on my preset playlist and must've dozed off.
I woke up to a loud guitar solo on a Guns N' Roses classic then glanced down at my watch and cursed loudly. It was already ten-thirty and the sky was dark and cloudy.
I stood and stretched, getting my muscles warmed up. I would have to go into the tower and look for this blue-coat-red-scarf person.
I hopped off the edge of the skyscraper and dropped like a rock. One may be exclaiming, "Why the hell would she just hop off the edge like that?" Well, my answer would be, Because I felt like it.
I landed in a crouch on the sidewalk without even a bruise, as any regular human would have been a pancake.
I stood slowly and looked around. Nobody was close enough to have seen me except a homeless woman in the opening of a nearby alley, but she was either asleep or dead. No problem there.
I pulled my pistol out of my fanny pack and stuck four extra bullets in my front left pocket. I dropped the fanny pack on the ground next to me then walked across the street toward the bell tower.
The doors were large and a closer inspection of the hinges showed there was no way i was going to get in there quietly. I pulled open the door and it creaked loudly. I flinched and stepped inside. The door shut even louder behind me and I jumped again.
I put one hand in my hoodie pocket and loosely held my pistol in the other.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" I yelled then chuckled.
"I know somebody is here. If there is anybody else besides a person with a blue jacket and a red scarf, I advise you to leave. I only need to speak to the particular person I described. No more bloodbath than necessary, please." I cocked my head to the side slowly, listening.
I heard shuffling and a young man walked out of a nearby arched doorway. With my sharp, half-demon eyes, I could make out his looks although he was partially in the shadows.
He was lean but he had a fair amount of muscle. His face was extremely attractive. There was something odd about his eyes. His iris's were a dark indigo, almost a purple. His mouth was set in a smirk. His hair was a bit short but a few strands hung forward in the front. He was pale but not the unattractive type. his charcoal black hair looked soft, as his skin did too.
My eyes swept down his body to see that he was wearing a blood red scarf and a thin cobalt blue jacket that was slightly unzipped to show a white shirt with "NERD" written on it. Nice shirt. He was wearing skinny jeans that hung low and bulky skater shoes. All in all, he looked between the ages of nineteen and twenty-three.
As i was intently staring him down he suddenly smiled brightly and spoke. "See anything you like?"
I looked into his sparkling eyes and frowned. It was an unusual feeling that went through me but I wasn't able to put my finger on it.
"I am merely here to complete my job." I stated as I tapped my fingers lightly on the bottom of my pistol.
His smile faltered and a disappointed look crossed his eyes, "You're awfully pretty to be an assassin... but I guess looks don't matter, do they?"
My eyes widened slightly then I pointed my gun at him with a hard expression. I wanted to get this over with. This guy was making me extremely uncomfortable. I still couldn't figure it out but I felt like I knew him. "Any last words?" I said quickly.
He smiled again, "You're a bit more polite than the others they've sent after me. They were all walk and no talk. You seem more fun."
I stared at his eyes and saw that what I believed to originally be indigo was swirls of blue and purple. This guy definitely wasn't human.
I felt myself go stiff as a memory of something i had studied popped into my head.
Each of the four obsidian demons had colors that reflected their auras. As they had large control over their auras, it only showed through their eyes instead of over their whole bodies. Love's were dark green and light green, which were the colors blended into my eyes.
This kid with the blue and indigo eyes could only be one thing... a son of Passion.
(end of chapter three...CHAPTER FOUR IN...THREE...TWO....ONE!)
From The View Of:
Kanshihei
Chapter Four:
Whose Your Daddy?
I stared at him and the hold on my pistol loosened and my eyes grew wide.
He tilted his head at how stricken I looked. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong, girly? I thought you were going to kill me."
In my own mind i ran through a million possibilities. Unlike most demons, the four (three) obsidian demons get major possession issues concerning their children. If i were to shoot Passion's son, i would be hunted for the rest of my life. Being Love's daughter probably wouldn't help much either. I think the Obsidians, like other demons, probably didn't hold high regards for each other when it came to anything, really.
I backed up and pointed my gun at the ceiling. I shot a few rounds in case my employers were nearby then looked straight at Passion Jr.
"Lay low for a while. I need the money." I turned and started walking away. He coughed loudly and I turned with an expressionless face.
He shuffled awkwardly then mumbled, "Uh... Why aren't you trying to kill me?"
I simply stared at him and decided I might as well give him an answer. "I'm not new to being an assassin so don't think I'm weak for letting you live. It is for my own benefit and nothing else. I know who and what you are. If I were to kill you, I would be hunted for the rest of my life."
He looked puzzled,baffled, even. "How do you know that? Only a demon would know even a bit of what you just said. You're just a pretty little human-"
I hissed and interrupted, "I'm not human you nimrod. I'm half-demon, just as you are. Learn to validly assess your enemies before making assumptions." I pointed a finger at one of my eyes.
He stared at my eyes and his expression cleared. A stunned expression quickly replaced the clearance he had beforehand.
"Well, hello... daughter of... Love?"
I bit my lip and confirmed his statement with a nod.
His eyes widened as he continued staring at me. I was tired and frustrated that i more than likely wouldn't get my money. I turned and walked out the door slowly, leaving the man behind me.
That night I walked all the way to uptown dallas and found a nice hotel. I got a spacious deluxe room. "With what?" one may be asking, "You have not a thing with you but that bloddy pistol!" Oh, it's nothing. I merely stole a blackcard from a rich pedestrian. He won't miss it for a while.
I took a scalding shower and lied down in the soft bed. I wore just some grey shorts and a think black tank top. My body wasn't tired but my mind was beat. I haven't had many enjoyable jobs lately. They were all too easy, that is, until this last one. It was just annoying and frustrating, not being able to kill him.
I sighed and as my mind raced around thinking through everything that had happened during the day, i finally dozed off. I couldn't stop dreaming about that Passion kid. There had to be a reason why I had met a child of an Obsidian. It had never happened before and there shouldn't have beena reason for it to happen now.
Origato for reading!! I hope you enjoyed those two chapters as much as i didn't enjoy writing them..which is a lot! Comment and follow! Come on! I dare ya!
As a note to add, I should have Chapter Five up within the next few weeks. it just depend on if my other buddy that reads this forces me to type it or not, heh heh. Have a good day!!
Sincerely
~*KaNsHiHeI*~
From The View Of:
Kanshihei
Chapter 3:
Passion Of The Moment
I was lying on my stomach on the top of a skyscraper near the spot where I would see the job. I stared through my binoculars and nodded my head to the music coming from my mp3 player. I was about three hours early for the job but I wanted to make sure I knew the place.
The bottom of the bell tower was similar to a church on the inside, although now it held no services... it didn't exactly hold anything anymore. It was abandoned so I assumed my job was a drug dealer or something along mobster lines. Nobody else would come to such a run-down place like this.
I nodded along with the old Bon Jovi songs on my preset playlist and must've dozed off.
I woke up to a loud guitar solo on a Guns N' Roses classic then glanced down at my watch and cursed loudly. It was already ten-thirty and the sky was dark and cloudy.
I stood and stretched, getting my muscles warmed up. I would have to go into the tower and look for this blue-coat-red-scarf person.
I hopped off the edge of the skyscraper and dropped like a rock. One may be exclaiming, "Why the hell would she just hop off the edge like that?" Well, my answer would be, Because I felt like it.
I landed in a crouch on the sidewalk without even a bruise, as any regular human would have been a pancake.
I stood slowly and looked around. Nobody was close enough to have seen me except a homeless woman in the opening of a nearby alley, but she was either asleep or dead. No problem there.
I pulled my pistol out of my fanny pack and stuck four extra bullets in my front left pocket. I dropped the fanny pack on the ground next to me then walked across the street toward the bell tower.
The doors were large and a closer inspection of the hinges showed there was no way i was going to get in there quietly. I pulled open the door and it creaked loudly. I flinched and stepped inside. The door shut even louder behind me and I jumped again.
I put one hand in my hoodie pocket and loosely held my pistol in the other.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" I yelled then chuckled.
"I know somebody is here. If there is anybody else besides a person with a blue jacket and a red scarf, I advise you to leave. I only need to speak to the particular person I described. No more bloodbath than necessary, please." I cocked my head to the side slowly, listening.
I heard shuffling and a young man walked out of a nearby arched doorway. With my sharp, half-demon eyes, I could make out his looks although he was partially in the shadows.
He was lean but he had a fair amount of muscle. His face was extremely attractive. There was something odd about his eyes. His iris's were a dark indigo, almost a purple. His mouth was set in a smirk. His hair was a bit short but a few strands hung forward in the front. He was pale but not the unattractive type. his charcoal black hair looked soft, as his skin did too.
My eyes swept down his body to see that he was wearing a blood red scarf and a thin cobalt blue jacket that was slightly unzipped to show a white shirt with "NERD" written on it. Nice shirt. He was wearing skinny jeans that hung low and bulky skater shoes. All in all, he looked between the ages of nineteen and twenty-three.
As i was intently staring him down he suddenly smiled brightly and spoke. "See anything you like?"
I looked into his sparkling eyes and frowned. It was an unusual feeling that went through me but I wasn't able to put my finger on it.
"I am merely here to complete my job." I stated as I tapped my fingers lightly on the bottom of my pistol.
His smile faltered and a disappointed look crossed his eyes, "You're awfully pretty to be an assassin... but I guess looks don't matter, do they?"
My eyes widened slightly then I pointed my gun at him with a hard expression. I wanted to get this over with. This guy was making me extremely uncomfortable. I still couldn't figure it out but I felt like I knew him. "Any last words?" I said quickly.
He smiled again, "You're a bit more polite than the others they've sent after me. They were all walk and no talk. You seem more fun."
I stared at his eyes and saw that what I believed to originally be indigo was swirls of blue and purple. This guy definitely wasn't human.
I felt myself go stiff as a memory of something i had studied popped into my head.
Each of the four obsidian demons had colors that reflected their auras. As they had large control over their auras, it only showed through their eyes instead of over their whole bodies. Love's were dark green and light green, which were the colors blended into my eyes.
This kid with the blue and indigo eyes could only be one thing... a son of Passion.
(end of chapter three...CHAPTER FOUR IN...THREE...TWO....ONE!)
From The View Of:
Kanshihei
Chapter Four:
Whose Your Daddy?
I stared at him and the hold on my pistol loosened and my eyes grew wide.
He tilted his head at how stricken I looked. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong, girly? I thought you were going to kill me."
In my own mind i ran through a million possibilities. Unlike most demons, the four (three) obsidian demons get major possession issues concerning their children. If i were to shoot Passion's son, i would be hunted for the rest of my life. Being Love's daughter probably wouldn't help much either. I think the Obsidians, like other demons, probably didn't hold high regards for each other when it came to anything, really.
I backed up and pointed my gun at the ceiling. I shot a few rounds in case my employers were nearby then looked straight at Passion Jr.
"Lay low for a while. I need the money." I turned and started walking away. He coughed loudly and I turned with an expressionless face.
He shuffled awkwardly then mumbled, "Uh... Why aren't you trying to kill me?"
I simply stared at him and decided I might as well give him an answer. "I'm not new to being an assassin so don't think I'm weak for letting you live. It is for my own benefit and nothing else. I know who and what you are. If I were to kill you, I would be hunted for the rest of my life."
He looked puzzled,baffled, even. "How do you know that? Only a demon would know even a bit of what you just said. You're just a pretty little human-"
I hissed and interrupted, "I'm not human you nimrod. I'm half-demon, just as you are. Learn to validly assess your enemies before making assumptions." I pointed a finger at one of my eyes.
He stared at my eyes and his expression cleared. A stunned expression quickly replaced the clearance he had beforehand.
"Well, hello... daughter of... Love?"
I bit my lip and confirmed his statement with a nod.
His eyes widened as he continued staring at me. I was tired and frustrated that i more than likely wouldn't get my money. I turned and walked out the door slowly, leaving the man behind me.
That night I walked all the way to uptown dallas and found a nice hotel. I got a spacious deluxe room. "With what?" one may be asking, "You have not a thing with you but that bloddy pistol!" Oh, it's nothing. I merely stole a blackcard from a rich pedestrian. He won't miss it for a while.
I took a scalding shower and lied down in the soft bed. I wore just some grey shorts and a think black tank top. My body wasn't tired but my mind was beat. I haven't had many enjoyable jobs lately. They were all too easy, that is, until this last one. It was just annoying and frustrating, not being able to kill him.
I sighed and as my mind raced around thinking through everything that had happened during the day, i finally dozed off. I couldn't stop dreaming about that Passion kid. There had to be a reason why I had met a child of an Obsidian. It had never happened before and there shouldn't have beena reason for it to happen now.
Origato for reading!! I hope you enjoyed those two chapters as much as i didn't enjoy writing them..which is a lot! Comment and follow! Come on! I dare ya!
As a note to add, I should have Chapter Five up within the next few weeks. it just depend on if my other buddy that reads this forces me to type it or not, heh heh. Have a good day!!
Sincerely
~*KaNsHiHeI*~
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Chapter Two
hello there! Chapter Two is finally coming up and i hope you enjoy it. Be sure to read the prologue and chapter one before starting chapter two. :)
From the View of:
Kanshihei
Chapter Two:
Born Anew ft. Daddy Dearest
I never really liked my father...
Let me rephrase that...
I hated him. I wanted to rip his guts out then strangle him with them. I wanted to bash his head into a concrete block a hundred times then run him over with a steam roller. I wanted to... I'll end it there. I think my point was made.
As soon as I could stand I started training. My mind and body developed unusually fast. I had a body at the height of an average five year old merely three months after my dad had killed my mother and taken me with him. I acted blank whenever he was around. To explain that better, I never showed emotion. I never spoke to him. He took it as respect for his power and believed that I wasn't very intelligent other than sensing proper submission.
I trained under him for five years after that. One would think I would have a short life and grown old quickly considering how I had aged at first, but once my body had grown to passing for an age between twenty and twenty five, i merely stopped growing. I had gotten to a pretty good height of about five foot, eleven inches. I had a lean build but my muscle build, although lean, made me weigh more than some average humans.
My training was fierce and hard. I didn't get much rest between sessions as I got older and came back from each one with a new cut or bruise.
Don't get me wrong, I was not weak. I merely never let myself go over one-third energy use when training with my father. I let him relax around me and believe he was superior. I let him think I was something to play with whenever he was angry or upset.
That was always what it was. What he called "training", i called "Beat-tha-living-crap-outta-yo-daughter." I dealt with it because I knew I would be fine. Did i ever mention I heal faster than the regular human too?...i got this cat in the bag.
..........................................................................
I Eventually learned that I had nothing else to gain from training with my father.
It had been pouring rain and I stepped out of my housing area into the muddy path outside. I kept my kimono wrapped tightly around my arms and used the shadows to quietly sneak to his rooms.
I'd grown up in Japan, my father had connections there and we were able to live a secluded life. There was no way he would let anybody find out about me.
I slid open to door a crack then stepped in and looked around. My father was asleep in the middle of the room on his expensive mattress. Much better than my empty floor and tattered blanket.
I'd felt myself smile as I muttered, "I can't really understand why you didn't kill me when you had the chance. Back when I was helpless and small would've been the perfect time. Now it's just too late."
He had jerked awake instantly and was now staring at me in disbelief. It'd been the first time I'd ever spoken to the man. It'd been the first time I'd ever spoken.
He frowned as i continued, "What did you think you would do with me once my 'training' was completed? You thought I would become a slayer like you? Maybe bring honor to your name, the name which you clearly have no right to? the name of a slayer?"
He looked like he was about to answer when i interrupted.
"You are by far inferior to me, father. I am stronger than you would ever believe and could take you with both hands tied behind my back and my mouth gagged. You would lose!"
At this point i was ranting, merely for the pleasure of ranting. It felt amazing to hear my own voice, so strong and loud. Out of my head and into the open air. He had to hear me now.
"Father, I would never follow in your footsteps of slaying demons and only demons. no, of course not, I want something more."
I took a step closer to him and slid my dagger out of my sleeve. I flicked it against his throat and growled as blood trickled down his throat.
"No, Daddy Dearest, I am not becoming a demon slayer. Unlike you, I will kill every being i feel deserving. Any being who dares step into my path. Any being who dare speak in my presence. Any being who dare breath in my presence!"
More blood seeped from the wound and he coughed. A deep gurgle sounded from his throat.
"I'll even make a service out of it. I'll charge for it and I'll become more than you've ever been. But, father dear, would you like to know who my first victim will be? Would you really like to know?" I hissed the last word through my clenched teeth.
His eyes were already filled with a mixture of fear and hatred. He coughed again and began muttering.
"You're scum. Just as your mother was. You have no appreciation for those who show mercy. For those who are superior to you."
I grinned and my eyes grew wide with anticipation. I rasped through my rage, "Oh, I will admit, my mother and I may both me scum, but I will say you are mistaken when it comes to my respect for those above me." My voice turned to a barely audible hiss, " I have regards for those above me, and above me is something you are not.
"I am stronger in mind, body, and spiritual energy. You were incorrect form the start, father."
He opened his mouth to speak and i screamed the last five words " What...are....you....final...thoughts?!"
He was glaring at me but he uttered one short sentence, "You'll burn in H-ll for eternity."
I smiled and pulled my knife from his throat. I pulled my arm back and slashed straight forward into his stomach. I twisted my arm and he made a guttural sound and slumped forward. I lifted his chin and stared into his almost lifeless eyes and replied.
"Then save me a seat, will ya'?"
He doubled over and slid sideways.
With my eyes burning and my face expressionless, I turned and walked into the rain, letting it wash the blood off my arms.
The young quiet girl was gone. That kid who trained endlessly was gone. I was now a ruthless demon.
My real name had no meaning and and those who had known it now ceased to exist. I chose a new name for myself.
I am Kanshihei. The Observer.
From the View of:
Kanshihei
Chapter Two:
Born Anew ft. Daddy Dearest
I never really liked my father...
Let me rephrase that...
I hated him. I wanted to rip his guts out then strangle him with them. I wanted to bash his head into a concrete block a hundred times then run him over with a steam roller. I wanted to... I'll end it there. I think my point was made.
As soon as I could stand I started training. My mind and body developed unusually fast. I had a body at the height of an average five year old merely three months after my dad had killed my mother and taken me with him. I acted blank whenever he was around. To explain that better, I never showed emotion. I never spoke to him. He took it as respect for his power and believed that I wasn't very intelligent other than sensing proper submission.
I trained under him for five years after that. One would think I would have a short life and grown old quickly considering how I had aged at first, but once my body had grown to passing for an age between twenty and twenty five, i merely stopped growing. I had gotten to a pretty good height of about five foot, eleven inches. I had a lean build but my muscle build, although lean, made me weigh more than some average humans.
My training was fierce and hard. I didn't get much rest between sessions as I got older and came back from each one with a new cut or bruise.
Don't get me wrong, I was not weak. I merely never let myself go over one-third energy use when training with my father. I let him relax around me and believe he was superior. I let him think I was something to play with whenever he was angry or upset.
That was always what it was. What he called "training", i called "Beat-tha-living-crap-outta-yo-daughter." I dealt with it because I knew I would be fine. Did i ever mention I heal faster than the regular human too?...i got this cat in the bag.
..........................................................................
I Eventually learned that I had nothing else to gain from training with my father.
It had been pouring rain and I stepped out of my housing area into the muddy path outside. I kept my kimono wrapped tightly around my arms and used the shadows to quietly sneak to his rooms.
I'd grown up in Japan, my father had connections there and we were able to live a secluded life. There was no way he would let anybody find out about me.
I slid open to door a crack then stepped in and looked around. My father was asleep in the middle of the room on his expensive mattress. Much better than my empty floor and tattered blanket.
I'd felt myself smile as I muttered, "I can't really understand why you didn't kill me when you had the chance. Back when I was helpless and small would've been the perfect time. Now it's just too late."
He had jerked awake instantly and was now staring at me in disbelief. It'd been the first time I'd ever spoken to the man. It'd been the first time I'd ever spoken.
He frowned as i continued, "What did you think you would do with me once my 'training' was completed? You thought I would become a slayer like you? Maybe bring honor to your name, the name which you clearly have no right to? the name of a slayer?"
He looked like he was about to answer when i interrupted.
"You are by far inferior to me, father. I am stronger than you would ever believe and could take you with both hands tied behind my back and my mouth gagged. You would lose!"
At this point i was ranting, merely for the pleasure of ranting. It felt amazing to hear my own voice, so strong and loud. Out of my head and into the open air. He had to hear me now.
"Father, I would never follow in your footsteps of slaying demons and only demons. no, of course not, I want something more."
I took a step closer to him and slid my dagger out of my sleeve. I flicked it against his throat and growled as blood trickled down his throat.
"No, Daddy Dearest, I am not becoming a demon slayer. Unlike you, I will kill every being i feel deserving. Any being who dares step into my path. Any being who dare speak in my presence. Any being who dare breath in my presence!"
More blood seeped from the wound and he coughed. A deep gurgle sounded from his throat.
"I'll even make a service out of it. I'll charge for it and I'll become more than you've ever been. But, father dear, would you like to know who my first victim will be? Would you really like to know?" I hissed the last word through my clenched teeth.
His eyes were already filled with a mixture of fear and hatred. He coughed again and began muttering.
"You're scum. Just as your mother was. You have no appreciation for those who show mercy. For those who are superior to you."
I grinned and my eyes grew wide with anticipation. I rasped through my rage, "Oh, I will admit, my mother and I may both me scum, but I will say you are mistaken when it comes to my respect for those above me." My voice turned to a barely audible hiss, " I have regards for those above me, and above me is something you are not.
"I am stronger in mind, body, and spiritual energy. You were incorrect form the start, father."
He opened his mouth to speak and i screamed the last five words " What...are....you....final...thoughts?!"
He was glaring at me but he uttered one short sentence, "You'll burn in H-ll for eternity."
I smiled and pulled my knife from his throat. I pulled my arm back and slashed straight forward into his stomach. I twisted my arm and he made a guttural sound and slumped forward. I lifted his chin and stared into his almost lifeless eyes and replied.
"Then save me a seat, will ya'?"
He doubled over and slid sideways.
With my eyes burning and my face expressionless, I turned and walked into the rain, letting it wash the blood off my arms.
The young quiet girl was gone. That kid who trained endlessly was gone. I was now a ruthless demon.
My real name had no meaning and and those who had known it now ceased to exist. I chose a new name for myself.
I am Kanshihei. The Observer.
Friday, August 20, 2010
here are a couple random drawings of mine. :) this was around 1:30 a.m. and i couldn't sleep so i decided to just post a couple drawings.
a bit like my anime version of kanshihei. i've totally got the hair down, lol.^^^
random chick. ^^^^ its based on work by Daniel Dos Santos ( i think i spelled it right) but i changed the nose, tattoos, and hair a bit so it doesn't count as drawing forgery (or whatever)
robot lady album art from Aerosmith album Just Push Play
uryu from an anime called bleach. i just like his character a lot. he is intelligent and witty. :)
well, that concludes my time of random drawings. and remember! chapter two coming soon!! (most likely within the next few days)
a bit like my anime version of kanshihei. i've totally got the hair down, lol.^^^
random chick. ^^^^ its based on work by Daniel Dos Santos ( i think i spelled it right) but i changed the nose, tattoos, and hair a bit so it doesn't count as drawing forgery (or whatever)
robot lady album art from Aerosmith album Just Push Play
uryu from an anime called bleach. i just like his character a lot. he is intelligent and witty. :)
well, that concludes my time of random drawings. and remember! chapter two coming soon!! (most likely within the next few days)
Thursday, August 5, 2010
CHAPTER ONE
please be sure to read the prologue first!!!
FROM THE VIEW OF:
Kanshihei
CHAPTER ONE
Cramped spaces? I don't think so.
I splashed cold water on my face and looked up into the hotel bathroom's dirty mirror. My eyes swirled green and my pupils were mere slits.
I blinked, concentrating on the minor task. My pupils slowly rounded and the glow faded. I smiled. Neat trick, right? My eyes seemed too large for my face because of my small nose and lips...some considered it attractive but i honestly hated it. I looked too vulnerable with these big puppy dog eyes.
I ran my hands through my damp silver hair. It wasn't that I was old, that was just the natural color. Oh well, it just looks like a crazy dye job to most humans. It was short and botchy. Reckless looking and a bit spiky in the back. I grinned a tad and wiped off the wet counter top.
Although the hotel room was too cramped for my taste, I didn't mind staying here for a bit. I pulled on a tightly fit long sleeved shirt. It was dark, as were most of my shirts. I squeezed into some small white shorts then sat on the edge of the bed wondering about my next job. As i started tying my running shoes I ran through the note in my head. i had mesmerized it as soon as I had gotten it.
Bten Bo' Bclock Bp.Bm. Bbell Btower. Bcorner Bof Bfifth Band Bmain. Bblue Bjacket Band Bred Bscarf. Bget Bit Bright Bfor Ba Bhundred Bgrand. Bmoney Blocation Brevealed Bafter Bjob
Bsigned
Bclient33347822
(Delete the capital B's)
It wasn't important to me, but, although it was lazily coded, it sounded serious enough. It wouldn't take much to get the job done quick. I stood and pulled my thin black hoodie over my head.
I've skimmed over the main idea of my job, but I will say that the ability to blend in could be one of the most important things on the list of requirements.
After taking a few steps from the bed to the curtains, I peeked outside. It was clear outside and no clouds. With it being midday there were almost no shadows anywhere. I doubted anybody knew i was here to start with but it never hurt to check.
I jumped back and pulled a small, hard briefcase out of my main backpack. I punched in a unique code on the small number pad and eased up the lid. My pistol with stainless steal plating was inside it along with a few boxes of different bullets. Why so many different bullets, one may ask? Well, it all relates to who, or what, I'm going to kill. If one hasn't already guessed, I'm a hired assassin. I shoot (or slice, or kick, or even blow up) for money. I kill for my own personal benefit.
Soon after spinning the small pistol around in my hand, I checked it, loaded it, and made sure the silencer worked by shooting one bullet straight into the head board of the filthy bed. I did the dramatic blow-into-the-top-of-the-pistol thing then chuckled. I continued smiling and stuck the pistol into my fanny pack after putting it on safety. I have a thing for fanny packs.
I let my eyes do a quick sweep of the room. All had here was a backpack I had lifted to fit my clothes into. The clothes were stolen too...I have a knack for stealing. I always kept some type of weapon with me, but for a change i just brought my pistol. I didn't have any big jobs coming soon here in Dallas, so I left the rest back in my storage facility in [Location Deleted].
I shrugged slightly to loosen up then dropped a hundred on the bed as a tip for the maid, who, considering the condition of this place, never did her job. Noticing the way i bash the place, one may have realized I'm not in the best part of the city. Normally I could have afforded batter but down here it's the rich ones that hold grudges. the drug dealers and "business" women in this part are more concerned with their own lives than the mysterious assassin next door.
I put my ear to the door and eased it open to get into the hallway. I walked down the stained carpet past a few empty rooms then used my foot to push open the door to the stairwell. I had a few floors to walk down but it was always better than the cramped elevator. Cramped room, Cramped elevator, one may be catching on at this point. I'm not claustrophobic, I've just always been trained to never let myself be cornered. I chuckled a bit and thought back to the last day of my training.
CHAPTER TWO COMING SOON!
(Chapter three is where it gets more interesting. Once I really got into writing, it got better and better.)
FROM THE VIEW OF:
Kanshihei
CHAPTER ONE
Cramped spaces? I don't think so.
I splashed cold water on my face and looked up into the hotel bathroom's dirty mirror. My eyes swirled green and my pupils were mere slits.
I blinked, concentrating on the minor task. My pupils slowly rounded and the glow faded. I smiled. Neat trick, right? My eyes seemed too large for my face because of my small nose and lips...some considered it attractive but i honestly hated it. I looked too vulnerable with these big puppy dog eyes.
I ran my hands through my damp silver hair. It wasn't that I was old, that was just the natural color. Oh well, it just looks like a crazy dye job to most humans. It was short and botchy. Reckless looking and a bit spiky in the back. I grinned a tad and wiped off the wet counter top.
Although the hotel room was too cramped for my taste, I didn't mind staying here for a bit. I pulled on a tightly fit long sleeved shirt. It was dark, as were most of my shirts. I squeezed into some small white shorts then sat on the edge of the bed wondering about my next job. As i started tying my running shoes I ran through the note in my head. i had mesmerized it as soon as I had gotten it.
Bten Bo' Bclock Bp.Bm. Bbell Btower. Bcorner Bof Bfifth Band Bmain. Bblue Bjacket Band Bred Bscarf. Bget Bit Bright Bfor Ba Bhundred Bgrand. Bmoney Blocation Brevealed Bafter Bjob
Bsigned
Bclient33347822
(Delete the capital B's)
It wasn't important to me, but, although it was lazily coded, it sounded serious enough. It wouldn't take much to get the job done quick. I stood and pulled my thin black hoodie over my head.
I've skimmed over the main idea of my job, but I will say that the ability to blend in could be one of the most important things on the list of requirements.
After taking a few steps from the bed to the curtains, I peeked outside. It was clear outside and no clouds. With it being midday there were almost no shadows anywhere. I doubted anybody knew i was here to start with but it never hurt to check.
I jumped back and pulled a small, hard briefcase out of my main backpack. I punched in a unique code on the small number pad and eased up the lid. My pistol with stainless steal plating was inside it along with a few boxes of different bullets. Why so many different bullets, one may ask? Well, it all relates to who, or what, I'm going to kill. If one hasn't already guessed, I'm a hired assassin. I shoot (or slice, or kick, or even blow up) for money. I kill for my own personal benefit.
Soon after spinning the small pistol around in my hand, I checked it, loaded it, and made sure the silencer worked by shooting one bullet straight into the head board of the filthy bed. I did the dramatic blow-into-the-top-of-the-pistol thing then chuckled. I continued smiling and stuck the pistol into my fanny pack after putting it on safety. I have a thing for fanny packs.
I let my eyes do a quick sweep of the room. All had here was a backpack I had lifted to fit my clothes into. The clothes were stolen too...I have a knack for stealing. I always kept some type of weapon with me, but for a change i just brought my pistol. I didn't have any big jobs coming soon here in Dallas, so I left the rest back in my storage facility in [Location Deleted].
I shrugged slightly to loosen up then dropped a hundred on the bed as a tip for the maid, who, considering the condition of this place, never did her job. Noticing the way i bash the place, one may have realized I'm not in the best part of the city. Normally I could have afforded batter but down here it's the rich ones that hold grudges. the drug dealers and "business" women in this part are more concerned with their own lives than the mysterious assassin next door.
I put my ear to the door and eased it open to get into the hallway. I walked down the stained carpet past a few empty rooms then used my foot to push open the door to the stairwell. I had a few floors to walk down but it was always better than the cramped elevator. Cramped room, Cramped elevator, one may be catching on at this point. I'm not claustrophobic, I've just always been trained to never let myself be cornered. I chuckled a bit and thought back to the last day of my training.
CHAPTER TWO COMING SOON!
(Chapter three is where it gets more interesting. Once I really got into writing, it got better and better.)
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
book prologue
Prologue
With "Love," My Dear...
My mother, as one of the four obsidian demons, was not well liked. It always amazes me as to how the dumb are always the ones blessed with power or beauty. Apparently some black witch agreed and wanted to do something about it.
The black witch had lived almost happily with her spouse and two children. What made her a black witch, I have yet to find out, but, back to the lesson. My mother was the type of demon to bash apart any family or couple. To make more sense of this, I will tell you that each obsidian demon, although made of stone and energy, held a dominant emotion. As there were only four, they held the names: Hatred, Sorrow, Passion, and last of all, my mother, Love.
As I've stated before, Love was not well liked. You would think that because she was called Love, she would be peaceful and kind, but not at all. As she was a demon, she held only the type of love that would compel one to destroy all those that had it, believing they were taking it from her. In a sense, she was not the most intelligent, nor sane, of her kind.
As to how the witch fits in, I am getting there. The young woman had been attending her regular housework and gardening duties, unaware that Love had been watching her for many days. Love was, of course, filled with envy. Envy itself is part of any and almost every demon and is not considered a true emotion in their terms...or I believe her calling would've been quite different.
The witch's husband had come home late afternoon and it was while they were having dinner that Love made her move. The couple had been sharing a sweet, short kiss and the two children were giggling when the candles had gone out; it wasn't at all due to a draft in the room. The whimpers of the children and the echoing yelp of the man were quickly gone as fast as they had begun. The witch had been the only one to stay silent, somehow knowing it had kept her alive at the moment the candles had been put out.
Love knew the woman could be dangerous because of the energy ebbing off of her, but she couldn't think seriously through her demon form and the witch knew that. Love had grinned quite haughtily, not knowing that the witch had grinned sadly the same moment.
The candle flickered back to life after a sudden blood chilling scream and the demon lay at the witch's feet. She, like many others, had known of Love's reputation.
"Ah, Love," the witch spoke softly, "Although you have taken everything dear to me, i still feel sorrow on your part. A being such as yourself deserves to be punished but you also deserve real love before hand. May your soul heal...then burn in the fiercest fire."
The witch's head began to nod as she had mumbled a short incantation, Love watching her with wide green eyes. Moments after smiling at Love, the witch dissolved; She would never come back to this world after all the life she had used to cast the spell on Love.
Love had not felt any different and had run out of the house in a daze. As i have stated before, Love was not the most intelligent, nor sane, demon there was. She took the witch's words for nothing and continued her tirade of murder and blood spill as even some demons would have then been cautious of.
Merely years later, Love lay dying and blood drenched on the floor with the only thing she had ever truly loved cradled in her arms. The young witch had cursed Love to become infatuated with the next enemy she would encounter while killing all those years before. She had almost immediately held a demon slayers mind and made him falsely love her as she had believe she loved him.
It lasted years then only nights after having her half-human, half-demon daughter, Love had foolishly relinquished her hold on the slayers mind. As any strong minded slayer would have done, he killed the demon in sight with the first weapon he could find, a twelve-inch rusty farmer's blade.
He sunk the ragged steel into the flesh of her stomach and Love's eyes widened as she saw her mistake. Shile she fell to the ground, she had sent a single last thought through her child's mind, hoping the small girl would heed her warning and lead a better life then Love had, herself. The slayer stood over them, staring down at the bundle in the demons arms. Although he had just come to his senses, he knew the child was of his own blood.
He threw the demon's arms off the child with ease and lifted her out of the blood-stained blankets. Her iris's shown a bright green and her pupils were mere slits, much like a cats, but her light pink skin made her seem human. Her hair had not yet grown but he doubted it would be too unusual to cover up with calling it a birth defect or small indifference. He smoothed his hands over her small head as she stared at him blankly....or so he thought. He never knew of the hatred the child held for him, because, unlike her mother, the child was highly adept even as a newborn child. Knowing the reason for all of what she had witness and even though she wanted to kill him with her bare hands, she knew she had to stay cute and pink. For her mother's last words of warning were still echoing through her mind.
"Stay hidden child of my blood. Stay hidden."
With "Love," My Dear...
My mother, as one of the four obsidian demons, was not well liked. It always amazes me as to how the dumb are always the ones blessed with power or beauty. Apparently some black witch agreed and wanted to do something about it.
The black witch had lived almost happily with her spouse and two children. What made her a black witch, I have yet to find out, but, back to the lesson. My mother was the type of demon to bash apart any family or couple. To make more sense of this, I will tell you that each obsidian demon, although made of stone and energy, held a dominant emotion. As there were only four, they held the names: Hatred, Sorrow, Passion, and last of all, my mother, Love.
As I've stated before, Love was not well liked. You would think that because she was called Love, she would be peaceful and kind, but not at all. As she was a demon, she held only the type of love that would compel one to destroy all those that had it, believing they were taking it from her. In a sense, she was not the most intelligent, nor sane, of her kind.
As to how the witch fits in, I am getting there. The young woman had been attending her regular housework and gardening duties, unaware that Love had been watching her for many days. Love was, of course, filled with envy. Envy itself is part of any and almost every demon and is not considered a true emotion in their terms...or I believe her calling would've been quite different.
The witch's husband had come home late afternoon and it was while they were having dinner that Love made her move. The couple had been sharing a sweet, short kiss and the two children were giggling when the candles had gone out; it wasn't at all due to a draft in the room. The whimpers of the children and the echoing yelp of the man were quickly gone as fast as they had begun. The witch had been the only one to stay silent, somehow knowing it had kept her alive at the moment the candles had been put out.
Love knew the woman could be dangerous because of the energy ebbing off of her, but she couldn't think seriously through her demon form and the witch knew that. Love had grinned quite haughtily, not knowing that the witch had grinned sadly the same moment.
The candle flickered back to life after a sudden blood chilling scream and the demon lay at the witch's feet. She, like many others, had known of Love's reputation.
"Ah, Love," the witch spoke softly, "Although you have taken everything dear to me, i still feel sorrow on your part. A being such as yourself deserves to be punished but you also deserve real love before hand. May your soul heal...then burn in the fiercest fire."
The witch's head began to nod as she had mumbled a short incantation, Love watching her with wide green eyes. Moments after smiling at Love, the witch dissolved; She would never come back to this world after all the life she had used to cast the spell on Love.
Love had not felt any different and had run out of the house in a daze. As i have stated before, Love was not the most intelligent, nor sane, demon there was. She took the witch's words for nothing and continued her tirade of murder and blood spill as even some demons would have then been cautious of.
Merely years later, Love lay dying and blood drenched on the floor with the only thing she had ever truly loved cradled in her arms. The young witch had cursed Love to become infatuated with the next enemy she would encounter while killing all those years before. She had almost immediately held a demon slayers mind and made him falsely love her as she had believe she loved him.
It lasted years then only nights after having her half-human, half-demon daughter, Love had foolishly relinquished her hold on the slayers mind. As any strong minded slayer would have done, he killed the demon in sight with the first weapon he could find, a twelve-inch rusty farmer's blade.
He sunk the ragged steel into the flesh of her stomach and Love's eyes widened as she saw her mistake. Shile she fell to the ground, she had sent a single last thought through her child's mind, hoping the small girl would heed her warning and lead a better life then Love had, herself. The slayer stood over them, staring down at the bundle in the demons arms. Although he had just come to his senses, he knew the child was of his own blood.
He threw the demon's arms off the child with ease and lifted her out of the blood-stained blankets. Her iris's shown a bright green and her pupils were mere slits, much like a cats, but her light pink skin made her seem human. Her hair had not yet grown but he doubted it would be too unusual to cover up with calling it a birth defect or small indifference. He smoothed his hands over her small head as she stared at him blankly....or so he thought. He never knew of the hatred the child held for him, because, unlike her mother, the child was highly adept even as a newborn child. Knowing the reason for all of what she had witness and even though she wanted to kill him with her bare hands, she knew she had to stay cute and pink. For her mother's last words of warning were still echoing through her mind.
"Stay hidden child of my blood. Stay hidden."
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
opening, hai there~!
hay guys, just so you know, i'm starting this new blog thingy to express my own opinions on music, art, books, and looks on life. i would really appreciate for anybody and everybody to read it at anytime. i'm definately going to keep them short and sweet if possible and please forgive me if i dont type with exact grammar...i'm typing most of this on mere ideas alone and i dont have time for more than run on sentences and apostrophies.
also, i would like to inform readers that i am going to occasionally be posting chapters from my book i'm writing. the chapters are short but quite descriptive and interesting. the main character, of course, is named kanshihei, who shall be accompanied by other companions on various things. you'll soon be able to understand her flippant attitude toward life and more.
i'll be writing in a style that uses a bit of a higher level of wordage (slang, sorry, short for word usage) but basically anybody can understand it. again, i say excuse my grammar and occasional (okay, more than occasional) ability to use capital letters at the beginning of most sentences.
i'll have some other posts on my myspace, which, at this point, i shall not post the link to. :)
also, i would like to inform readers that i am going to occasionally be posting chapters from my book i'm writing. the chapters are short but quite descriptive and interesting. the main character, of course, is named kanshihei, who shall be accompanied by other companions on various things. you'll soon be able to understand her flippant attitude toward life and more.
i'll be writing in a style that uses a bit of a higher level of wordage (slang, sorry, short for word usage) but basically anybody can understand it. again, i say excuse my grammar and occasional (okay, more than occasional) ability to use capital letters at the beginning of most sentences.
i'll have some other posts on my myspace, which, at this point, i shall not post the link to. :)
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