Post by RyuSeiko, Yukio on Oct 7, 2010 19:10:08 GMT -4
Nomadic Brutality: PT 1
The clouds in the sky were gray; ever since that day he had met Seimei they'd been dark like that off and on. He figured it was an omen or something, most likely a bad one. Yukio lay on the back on the cart he was traveling on. He had wanted to ask his father, Mukato, to take him to the marina but he was too drunk so he never answered. Yukio had to ask another guy and well he had to pay. And it was pricey too but he managed. Today he wore his red outfit; it was not as rough on the skin as his normal one. The fish bone he liked to gnaw on hung out the side of his mouth as he looked to the sky and sat up. His Zanbatö lay wrapped in the creamy colored cloth and he looked behind him, "I'll get off here Ishingi. I need to walk anyway." the old man nodded and stopped the cart. RyuSeiko jumped off and took his blade with him he went up to the man and paid, "Thanks." the man then continued on his journey leaving Yukio behind.
Yukio had never been a man of asking for help but since Seimei came to his home nearly three weeks before he had been asking around if people could help him get to England faster. So far the only people who were “willingly” helping were friends of his father, Mukato Kuma-Maru, and most of them were too old to help as well. However he was still very thankful for the help. Sucking on the tail of the fish bones he walked down the dirt road and sighed looking up to the dark clouds in the sky, what was he to do now that he was out walking – most likely for a week before he came to the main area of Tokyo- to find transportation to part of the way to England. His thumbs lay under the sash below his belly as he walked slowly. Thunder rolled in the background, even the air began to feel electric around him. It wasn’t raining but it was close to happen.
In the dark a weird white figure –possibly a ghost- sat in the path. He could hardly see it because of the light and that it was most likely a couple miles away. The sun was blocked by the gray clouds making the surrounding landscape look kind of like a Japanese Ink Painting. Yukio didn’t care much for art but that is what it resembled and he appreciated it rather well. The path soon hand a dent in it, enough that he had to jump over it. It almost resembled a Boar pit. He wanted to dismiss it but what was it doing there? Even the thing had a few jagged rocks on the bottom of the five foot pit. If it was darker he wouldn’t had jumped over and lost his life. As he kept walking he saw that it was no ghost but a man sitting in the road ahead of him. He was still far off but he kept walking and wondered why the man sat there like a stone.
The man sat in the path and gazed ahead as the black mass came to him. He himself was garbed in white – his hair, unevenly buttoned shirt, and his pants. His shoes and eyes were soul-heartedly ebony. He had a white blade katana sitting in his lap. He watched and waited, his fingers drummed the hilt of the blade, “Come my prey.” He was a nomadic Thief and anything was his prey. Even an innocent like Yukio…
The clouds in the sky were gray; ever since that day he had met Seimei they'd been dark like that off and on. He figured it was an omen or something, most likely a bad one. Yukio lay on the back on the cart he was traveling on. He had wanted to ask his father, Mukato, to take him to the marina but he was too drunk so he never answered. Yukio had to ask another guy and well he had to pay. And it was pricey too but he managed. Today he wore his red outfit; it was not as rough on the skin as his normal one. The fish bone he liked to gnaw on hung out the side of his mouth as he looked to the sky and sat up. His Zanbatö lay wrapped in the creamy colored cloth and he looked behind him, "I'll get off here Ishingi. I need to walk anyway." the old man nodded and stopped the cart. RyuSeiko jumped off and took his blade with him he went up to the man and paid, "Thanks." the man then continued on his journey leaving Yukio behind.
Yukio had never been a man of asking for help but since Seimei came to his home nearly three weeks before he had been asking around if people could help him get to England faster. So far the only people who were “willingly” helping were friends of his father, Mukato Kuma-Maru, and most of them were too old to help as well. However he was still very thankful for the help. Sucking on the tail of the fish bones he walked down the dirt road and sighed looking up to the dark clouds in the sky, what was he to do now that he was out walking – most likely for a week before he came to the main area of Tokyo- to find transportation to part of the way to England. His thumbs lay under the sash below his belly as he walked slowly. Thunder rolled in the background, even the air began to feel electric around him. It wasn’t raining but it was close to happen.
In the dark a weird white figure –possibly a ghost- sat in the path. He could hardly see it because of the light and that it was most likely a couple miles away. The sun was blocked by the gray clouds making the surrounding landscape look kind of like a Japanese Ink Painting. Yukio didn’t care much for art but that is what it resembled and he appreciated it rather well. The path soon hand a dent in it, enough that he had to jump over it. It almost resembled a Boar pit. He wanted to dismiss it but what was it doing there? Even the thing had a few jagged rocks on the bottom of the five foot pit. If it was darker he wouldn’t had jumped over and lost his life. As he kept walking he saw that it was no ghost but a man sitting in the road ahead of him. He was still far off but he kept walking and wondered why the man sat there like a stone.
The man sat in the path and gazed ahead as the black mass came to him. He himself was garbed in white – his hair, unevenly buttoned shirt, and his pants. His shoes and eyes were soul-heartedly ebony. He had a white blade katana sitting in his lap. He watched and waited, his fingers drummed the hilt of the blade, “Come my prey.” He was a nomadic Thief and anything was his prey. Even an innocent like Yukio…
