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Title: Poison Flowers
By: Blue Demon
Rate: PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai 7, nor do I own Nasami, whom I am borrowing with permission of Samurai-ko. Also, Mika is my OC, so no borrowing without permission.
Prologue
Two figures stood on the hill over looking a village; they both wore dark cloaks, thus making it difficult to tell what gender they were. The two appeared to be looking at the village and its people, the one to the right was shaking slightly, and whether from anger or tears is again unknown. The other person takes their hand, and slowly pulls them away from the view. If a person was to look closely to the ground of which the two had been standing, they would see something slightly odd.
Blood.
And the view?
Four marked graves, three of which had swords as their markers, but the third to the end has nothing, no sword or anything to acknowledge the spirit whom once roamed the earth.
A villager finally noticed that something is wrong, and runs to find someone about the theft.
Turning to where the figures were, they are gone, to begin a new journey, of life, or death.
By: Blue Demon
Rate: PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai 7, nor do I own Nasami, whom I am borrowing with permission of Samurai-ko. Also, Mika is my OC, so no borrowing without permission.
Prologue
Two figures stood on the hill over looking a village; they both wore dark cloaks, thus making it difficult to tell what gender they were. The two appeared to be looking at the village and its people, the one to the right was shaking slightly, and whether from anger or tears is again unknown. The other person takes their hand, and slowly pulls them away from the view. If a person was to look closely to the ground of which the two had been standing, they would see something slightly odd.
Blood.
And the view?
Four marked graves, three of which had swords as their markers, but the third to the end has nothing, no sword or anything to acknowledge the spirit whom once roamed the earth.
A villager finally noticed that something is wrong, and runs to find someone about the theft.
Turning to where the figures were, they are gone, to begin a new journey, of life, or death.