Ballin Sasuke
Member
Sorry i haven't written this in a while i was on vacation well here it is and also this is chapter 1 if you didn't read it
thanks please comment suggestions or whatever
Afro’s son stood weeping caressing his father’s head in his chest and hands. Blood covered the young orphan’s shirt. The wind blew in his face and so did the headband. The orphan sniffled and wiped tears and snot from his face as he saw the headband and sword at his feet.
He picked up the sword and held it in his hand. The young child then sheathed the sword and tied the headband to the handle. He remembered what his dad had told him. “If anything ever happens to me go to Granddad’s village. He’ll know what to do.” So Afro started walking down the mountain his father and himself had come up together.
As he walked, the night fell upon him and he was halfway down. He decided to sleep there for the night. The seven year old child curled in a ball by a rock clutching his sword and fell asleep.
Dreams of his past crept on the child. He was five years old again and happy his mother held him in her arms. She was beautiful with her black hair tied in her braids and her bright brown eyes. His dad looked happier than he was before he died. The afro samurai had a bright big grin and his afro was cut. Even the lines in his face had disappeared.
The father kissed his wife as he left to go run errands. The mother took her child inside the house. She set him down in the living room to go cook dinner. An hour passed before the hell started.
A group of 3 men kicked the door down. They wore black ropes with hoods to cover their eyes and nose. Afro Samurai’s wife ran out of the kitchen and ran to her baby. The men sprinted after her and stopped in the door way. The woman had her hands up in surrender as she looked at her son. Immediately as she did that a chain with a spearhead on the end went through her stomach. Then another person appeared behind her and cut her head off. The kid started screaming.
“Grab him,” Said the leader of the group he was the one who hadn’t used anything to hurt the woman. They picked him up and put him chest down on the floor. As they held him down on the floor the leader grabbed a knife from a pouch in his robe. Slowly the robed man walked toward the struggling screaming boy. The man crouched down and ripped the boy’s shirt off, revealing dark black skin.
“Hurry we must perform the ritual.” The robed man whispered. Immediately he stabbed the knife into the top left corner of the child’s back. And he started to carve making an outline of a dragon. The blood gushed out like a faucet. The boy was already passed out. Then the man took a paint brush from his robe and painted inside the cuts. Then the two men carried the boy up holding him like the crucified Jesus. His head was hung and his legs were limp. Once the boy was up the man pricked his finger and touched him on his stomach then both of his shoulders and finally his forehead. The blood dried and Afro’s eyes opened. His pupils had disappeared. Hurriedly, the men dropped him and Afro stood for a second then he fell.
Almost on cue his father entered. The samurai walked in and looked at the scene. His wife was dead and his son was in his own pool of blood. Hate swelled within as he fell crestfallen. A single tear ran on his face before he reached for his sword. He stood angered and quick drew his long sword. He ran at the robed men. With speed of a panther he cut the man with the chain in half. When the other man came behind with a slashing sword the black man stopped it with his hand and pulled the katana forward with the man holding onto it. The samurai saw the opportunity and put the sword through his chest. Quickly the man pulled his sword out and put both hands on it and pointed it at the leader.
“We came for the kid. You remember the deal. The boy is still alive now take him it’s time for the prophecy to begin,” The samurai ran for the psychotic killer and sliced him in half long ways. The young boy soon regained consciousness and looked at his father. He was angrier than he once was. Over those next years he fought to gain the number 1 head band and had never lost a fight till that day when his head was cut off.
Immediately Afro woke up to the burning of the dragon mark on his back. He started walking again feeling the horrible sensation of hunger. It had been two day since Afro had eaten, and his stomach was shrinking. He knew that if he didn’t eat soon then he would die. Almost like god had sent it himself a coyote walked in front of the boy. It was skinny and shaking. The coyote looked as hungry the boy. They were both desperate for nourishment. Afro instinctively reached for his sword while the coyote readied its body to attack.
Once Afro pulled the sword out, the coyote pounced forward with its jaw open. Afro hesitated because he was scared to kill but more scared to die so he slashed across the wild animal. The coyote whimpered and shook violently when it hit the ground. The dying animal looked at its killer and died. Afro fell down on his butt and looked at the dead coyote. He cried and then heard his stomach growl.
To keep from dying he walked slowly towards the dead animal. Then he cut the carcass open and ate everything inside. After that he kept walking toward his granddad’s house…
It took a week for the boy to get to the front gates of the village. He was an animal now. He had killed and survived off the land. At the gate there were a group of five swordsmen drinking alcohol. Once they saw the young boy they smiled. “Boy what are you doing here?” Afro kept walking silently. Before he could get past the tall fat bald swordsman, the man held his hand out stopping the kid. “It’s seems you don’t have any idea how to act around here. Let’s show him boys.” Immediately the entire group of swordsman except one stood. They surrounded the boy. With incredible speed he cut through two men’s legs and stabbed the third one in the head leaving the tall fat bald man. “What the fu…” he was stopped by the sword in his throat. The boy pulled the sword back and sheathed it. Then he ran for the guy sitting down. He tried to push the sword through his body.
With his index finger the man held the tip of the sword away from his head. He had a hat on shading his facial features. “Why do you hold the number one’s sword and the number two headband?” his voice was icy and plain. He was so chill and calm. The young child tried to push the sword through the man’s finger and didn’t say anything. “I see so you’re the numbers one’s son and he died so you took the number two headband to seek REVENGE.” The way he said revenge made Afro want to scream. Then fear took that screaming feeling. How does he know that, Afro thought. In that second the man pulled the sword out of Afro’s grip and took the headband from the grip. After that he pulled his hat off revealing milky white eyes and a bald head. Afro froze because he had seen that face it was the one who had made his tattoo. The man smiled as he pushed Afro into a nearby shack. Afro was bleeding out and the bald headed man walked away with the number two headband on his forehead. Afro slowly blacked out with his dragon tattoo tingling.
You must be registered for see links
thanks please comment suggestions or whatever
Afro’s son stood weeping caressing his father’s head in his chest and hands. Blood covered the young orphan’s shirt. The wind blew in his face and so did the headband. The orphan sniffled and wiped tears and snot from his face as he saw the headband and sword at his feet.
He picked up the sword and held it in his hand. The young child then sheathed the sword and tied the headband to the handle. He remembered what his dad had told him. “If anything ever happens to me go to Granddad’s village. He’ll know what to do.” So Afro started walking down the mountain his father and himself had come up together.
As he walked, the night fell upon him and he was halfway down. He decided to sleep there for the night. The seven year old child curled in a ball by a rock clutching his sword and fell asleep.
Dreams of his past crept on the child. He was five years old again and happy his mother held him in her arms. She was beautiful with her black hair tied in her braids and her bright brown eyes. His dad looked happier than he was before he died. The afro samurai had a bright big grin and his afro was cut. Even the lines in his face had disappeared.
The father kissed his wife as he left to go run errands. The mother took her child inside the house. She set him down in the living room to go cook dinner. An hour passed before the hell started.
A group of 3 men kicked the door down. They wore black ropes with hoods to cover their eyes and nose. Afro Samurai’s wife ran out of the kitchen and ran to her baby. The men sprinted after her and stopped in the door way. The woman had her hands up in surrender as she looked at her son. Immediately as she did that a chain with a spearhead on the end went through her stomach. Then another person appeared behind her and cut her head off. The kid started screaming.
“Grab him,” Said the leader of the group he was the one who hadn’t used anything to hurt the woman. They picked him up and put him chest down on the floor. As they held him down on the floor the leader grabbed a knife from a pouch in his robe. Slowly the robed man walked toward the struggling screaming boy. The man crouched down and ripped the boy’s shirt off, revealing dark black skin.
“Hurry we must perform the ritual.” The robed man whispered. Immediately he stabbed the knife into the top left corner of the child’s back. And he started to carve making an outline of a dragon. The blood gushed out like a faucet. The boy was already passed out. Then the man took a paint brush from his robe and painted inside the cuts. Then the two men carried the boy up holding him like the crucified Jesus. His head was hung and his legs were limp. Once the boy was up the man pricked his finger and touched him on his stomach then both of his shoulders and finally his forehead. The blood dried and Afro’s eyes opened. His pupils had disappeared. Hurriedly, the men dropped him and Afro stood for a second then he fell.
Almost on cue his father entered. The samurai walked in and looked at the scene. His wife was dead and his son was in his own pool of blood. Hate swelled within as he fell crestfallen. A single tear ran on his face before he reached for his sword. He stood angered and quick drew his long sword. He ran at the robed men. With speed of a panther he cut the man with the chain in half. When the other man came behind with a slashing sword the black man stopped it with his hand and pulled the katana forward with the man holding onto it. The samurai saw the opportunity and put the sword through his chest. Quickly the man pulled his sword out and put both hands on it and pointed it at the leader.
“We came for the kid. You remember the deal. The boy is still alive now take him it’s time for the prophecy to begin,” The samurai ran for the psychotic killer and sliced him in half long ways. The young boy soon regained consciousness and looked at his father. He was angrier than he once was. Over those next years he fought to gain the number 1 head band and had never lost a fight till that day when his head was cut off.
Immediately Afro woke up to the burning of the dragon mark on his back. He started walking again feeling the horrible sensation of hunger. It had been two day since Afro had eaten, and his stomach was shrinking. He knew that if he didn’t eat soon then he would die. Almost like god had sent it himself a coyote walked in front of the boy. It was skinny and shaking. The coyote looked as hungry the boy. They were both desperate for nourishment. Afro instinctively reached for his sword while the coyote readied its body to attack.
Once Afro pulled the sword out, the coyote pounced forward with its jaw open. Afro hesitated because he was scared to kill but more scared to die so he slashed across the wild animal. The coyote whimpered and shook violently when it hit the ground. The dying animal looked at its killer and died. Afro fell down on his butt and looked at the dead coyote. He cried and then heard his stomach growl.
To keep from dying he walked slowly towards the dead animal. Then he cut the carcass open and ate everything inside. After that he kept walking toward his granddad’s house…
It took a week for the boy to get to the front gates of the village. He was an animal now. He had killed and survived off the land. At the gate there were a group of five swordsmen drinking alcohol. Once they saw the young boy they smiled. “Boy what are you doing here?” Afro kept walking silently. Before he could get past the tall fat bald swordsman, the man held his hand out stopping the kid. “It’s seems you don’t have any idea how to act around here. Let’s show him boys.” Immediately the entire group of swordsman except one stood. They surrounded the boy. With incredible speed he cut through two men’s legs and stabbed the third one in the head leaving the tall fat bald man. “What the fu…” he was stopped by the sword in his throat. The boy pulled the sword back and sheathed it. Then he ran for the guy sitting down. He tried to push the sword through his body.
With his index finger the man held the tip of the sword away from his head. He had a hat on shading his facial features. “Why do you hold the number one’s sword and the number two headband?” his voice was icy and plain. He was so chill and calm. The young child tried to push the sword through the man’s finger and didn’t say anything. “I see so you’re the numbers one’s son and he died so you took the number two headband to seek REVENGE.” The way he said revenge made Afro want to scream. Then fear took that screaming feeling. How does he know that, Afro thought. In that second the man pulled the sword out of Afro’s grip and took the headband from the grip. After that he pulled his hat off revealing milky white eyes and a bald head. Afro froze because he had seen that face it was the one who had made his tattoo. The man smiled as he pushed Afro into a nearby shack. Afro was bleeding out and the bald headed man walked away with the number two headband on his forehead. Afro slowly blacked out with his dragon tattoo tingling.
