Chapter 1

A/N:I hope you enjoy. It's still a works in progress and I don't know how long each chapter will take, so my uploads will be sporadic. I hope it does well, haha. Sorry for it being so short and some mistakes. I wrote this mostly on my phone. Haha. Again, enjoy~

As I continued through the battlefield, I see litters of bodies that plagued the floors of people from both sides. My heart drops as I see children younger than I that have fallen, but I quickly erase that thought from my mind and continue to void myself of such emotions. Emotions only cause you to be blinded and killed in such a battles. I tighten my grip on the blade as I trekked silently through the blood soaked ground. I was also covered in such blood, but none of mine. My duties is to clean up any survivor from both sides and assassinate the commander of the opposing group. I spot a solider from our side of the attack and quietly walked to him. It seems he hidden himself while the others fought for their lives. It sickens me to no extent that he would hide in such cowardly manner while watching his fellow comrades go down one by one...but I'm also like him in a way. I coward away from taking my own life as I take others away...

He quickly got up and jogged towards me as he sees my uniform in relief. I hinted no emotions on my face as he continued his way. "Thank god you're here. I thought I'll never get out of here. Are you here to issue a retreat?" I grabbed his face tightly as I slammed his body on the ground. My foot stomped on his stomach to hold him in place, which caused a muffled scream in my hand. I leaned in as I whispered in his ears. "You should have just died in the battle. Now you get to suffer a horrible ending by my hands." I slit his throat with a blade I kept hidden in my sleeve as his blood splattered all over me. I continued to listen to his gasping breath as he drowned in his own blood until he stilled. I released him as I wiped the blood off my face and stared at my hand. My head pulsed in pain as I grasp my head. I heard a whisper in my head. 'Brother... Run!' I saw a image of a bloodied hand as if they were mine, but it was much darker. I heard footsteps quietly behind me and launched my blade in that direction. But it was caught easily.

"Watch it, moyashi. You're going to poke someone's fucking eyes out". Kanda's voice broke through of my panic attack and I quickly settled down to my emotionless state. Such emotions can be used as weakness. Even to a comrade. Because some day, that very comrade might be the who be in charge of eliminating you. I tsked at him in annoyance.

"Says the one sneaking around like a troll, bakanda". He glared at me but I continued to stare back in challenge. The tension between us settled little by little. Its good to have someone in common with you. Who endured the same painful treatment, witnessed the same people being carted away under a blood stained sheet, and being under same command of our tormentors. I sighed in exasperation as to signal the end of our little bicker and go back to business.

"I've taken care of the remainders on our side. You got theirs?" He nodded in confirmation. This is usually our job as the Black Order's human soldiers: put an ending to wars, assassinations, investigating, and sometime as "toys". Most of soldiers are orphans, meaning disposable. Many don't make it through the experiments and the training regimen. Only the lucky ones who survived the years of mental and physical scarring get to act as the church's " dogs" for their beck and call. To control us, stigmas are engraved deeply on our body to force us into submission. If we fail, we are either punished or executed on spot by the stigma. It contains ancient dark magic that slowly corrodes parts of your body. At this very thought, I clenched my left hand as I felt painful ache that has dulled over time.

Kanda took out a golem and contacted HQ and informed our superior. Our superior, Leverrier. It was him who took me out of the orphanage. It was him who caused ordered the experimentations. It was him who caused my left eye to be blind. It was him who sent the lives of children to death for his desire for perfect soldiers. It was him who gave us our curses. It was him who ordered for us to endure such torture. It was him...whom I hate the most. But he is also whom I must obey. I don't even remember much of my childhood. For me, all my memories are all jumbled up. I have shreds of memories which I do not recall. And shreds of memories which I wish I could forget. I shivered and felt a hand on my shoulder.

I quickly turned around with my gun aimed at his face. Kanda showed no amusement at this stunt. He tsked at me which annoyed me to no ends. "Stop fooling around and daydreaming. They're calling us back." Back...that sounds good. I was tired of being around the death that's littered around us. But I wish I could rest. Everytime I close my eyes, the same nightmare haunts me constantly...