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.

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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.

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)

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.)