Chaotic: Ehhehe… it was bothering me! Stupid plunnies.

No Such Thing as Fate

Chapter One

Prompt: Sakura

His breath fogged up the air as he ran through the dense woods, escaping his pursuing chasers. Rivers of blood escaped though the pierced skin that littered his body. His sword, Kusanagi, was clenched tightly in one of his hands as the other tried to brush aside the various bushes and branches.

He stumbled as his foot got snagged in an uprising root and muttered a curse as he tumbled, rolling and crashing into a clearing full of Sakura Trees. His ears picked up his pursuers and stood onto his feet only to fall back down. He once again cursed; his ankle was twisted and his vision was going blurry around the edges.

Using Kusanagi's sheath, he limped towards the nearest Sakura tree and leaned against it. Holding Kusanagi in front of him, he suddenly tilted forward and landed against the ground with a solid 'Thud'.

His mind wandered back towards earlier this evening when the guy he was hired to kill somehow knew he was coming. He escaped but with casualties. Some of them were blood oozing through of his wounds. He had hoped to lose his chasers in the thick forest but it seemed they had brought some hunting dogs.

Something moved at the corner of his eye and a chill went down his spine. A katana blade was near his eye and he got a full view of his face. Blood ran down the cut above his eye, clouding his vision as another cut was on his cheek. He blinked as the katana moved and he suddenly rolled onto his side, thinking that the blade was aimed for him.

If he was going to die, he wasn't going down without a fight.

He watched in confusion as the blade left his presence and watched as it moved towards his chasers, which were now entering the field. The sword suddenly flashed as the familiar sound of it cutting through the night and flesh filled the surroundings. Cries of human and dog like filled the air and soon it was quiet.

The swishing sound of the katana filled the air again and then the sliding sound of it entering the sheath. Footsteps came closer and he was suddenly on his back, staring up at his rescuer.

The last thing he remembered was blue eyes and a head full of raven hair.

Posting Date: April 25, 2013