lol This weird idea popped up out of the blue.not sure if I'll continue
with it..depends on the response and if I manage to come up with a decent
storyboard and a bullet point of events soon.*sigh*
lemme think.well it's basically about this dangerous vampire, battousai and how he really hates men, but he is then ironically saved by a very normal village girl called Kaoru. Not trusting anyone, he gives her the cold shoulder despite her friendliness. Later, he finally realizes, the only way to restore the pride of his race is to docilely recover under the care of this girl he barely knows. But under this deprived roof, his lust for blood and sexual desires grow stronger day after day. It is hard to keep the secret from the innocent girl any longer..
Damn and I don't know what happens next ..
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Untitled: Chapter 1
by white seraph
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Long, long ago, when fantastic creatures still existed and man-kind was, but a race that shared the world with many other, there was a war, a war between mankind and another race, that very unfortunately, does not exist anymore; the Vampires. That's right. The Vampires, unlike mankind, were immortals, cold, heartless, soulless creatures that yearned for nothing but blood in life. Or at least, they were written down to be so in the myths and legends later recorded by mankind. But still, these creatures were strong, both physically and mentally. Not only were their hearts as hard and cold as ice, and physical bodies equally hard, equally cold, they were immortals both at heart and body. But there was one weakness within their race. One small weakness that brought the entire race down under the earth. And that was genuine love and trust.
Be it for their children, or be it for their parents, each and every vampire saw each other as another of their kind, another creature that has the equal earn for physical pleasures, for power, for materialistic things, for blood. In the corrupted world of the Vampires, nothing such as families or marriages existed. It was all about personal autonomy.. Their ultimate goal is to become more powerful than those around them. The powerful controls the weak; it was a world of democracy, a world of corruption, a world of blood and violence, a chaotic world.
At that time, the most powerful Vampire was one they called Shishio. He was, essentially, the ruler, since according to the rules, he was the most powerful, and everyone should follow his words.
Now, the yearn for power grew and grew, until the small part of the world could no longer fulfill their infinite desires, the Vampires decided to conquer their next door neighbor. The weak, powerless, pathetic creatures, they call, men. The strong ruled and the weak obeyed right? Well obviously those mortal creatures were weaker than them Vampires. The mere existence of these men are a disgrace to the nature of beings, there weaklings didn't deserve to share the world with them, and the conquer was universally prophesized as a sure success.
Or so they thought.
Little did they know, did not understand, how ignorant they were, to believe mankind were equally introverted, equally cold hearted. Though the race were, but mortals, though they had poor fighting skills and were vulnerable both physically and mentally, they had one thing the Vampires did not have. And that was love. Ironically, it is because of their morality that they learn to cherish the happiness found in life. A small race they were, but within the society, they had managed to flourish and forge strong bonds between themselves. They learnt to care, learnt to love, learnt to look after all others of their own kind.
Nor did they know that despite the men's poor fighting abilities and vulnerability, they were not stupid. Mankind knew, all along that the small piece of world given to the Vampires was not enough to satisfy them for long, and that sooner or later, they would attempt to conquer all the other kingdoms around them. So they prepared well, constantly aware of the politics (not that they had a social system anyway) going on in the world of the Vampires. Of course, they were aware of their weak and limited abilities, therefore, they were forced to borrow the powers of physics. Weapons. They created weapons. Sharp spears, thin swords, big arrows. All were used, not only for hunting, but also defense from one or a few vampires that sometimes went over the borderline to find human blood.
Of course, when the unavoidable happened, not only were the vampires unsuccessful in their attempt to conquer, over half the population, including Shishio and other elite Vampires was wiped out. The war went on for several prolonged years, the Vampires were not going to give up until they have restored their pride and population and the men were not going to stop until they had the very last vampire wiped out.
Innately, the whole race knew they were slowly vanishing, with only the weakest of the race left, these survivors knew, the only way to save their race was to hopefully wait for the arrival of a Vampire that had the power to unite them all, to restore the fallen race. The only thing they can do right now is to wait, day after day, battle after battle for this one person to come. They didn't know if they will come tomorrow, they didn't know if they will ever come at all.
And in every battle, the race of the vampires diminished, smaller and smaller and smaller. These poor creatures had no where to go besides the battle field. Their homeland, where the previous battles took place had become dead cities of unburied corpses and crumbled masonries.
Little did they know, the one they needed to find was no elite survivor, no decendent of some legendary heros of their race, but a young vampire, an son of an anonymous third class vampire; one amongst themselves. Battousai. Less than three hundred years of age, he grew up, like all the other Vampires to lust for blood, to lust for power, and to lust for sexual pleasures. To him, there was no such thing as commitment, no such thing as love, respect and justice. Whoever was powerful, whoever won the woman. Whoever was powerful, whoever got the say. All the justice, all the respect was won over a fight to see who was the strongest and who was the weakest.
Battousai always thought he survived because the wheel of fortune was on his side. He was a weak lad, one of the many sons of a third class vampire, nothing in comparison to the great Shishio. Little did he know, that despite his heritage, he was no weakling. No, not at all. He survived the battles, one after another, year after year not because of pure chance, but because of his skills gained as a result his own intelligence, talent and experience gained from the fights he fought against his brothers during his entire childhood in order to win their father's attention. Nor did he know what mankind called him behind his back.
Battousai, the man slayer. The one they all avoided to fight against. Of course they saw his skills instantly, for unlike the vampires, they knew nothing about classes, nothing about heritages or elites. All they saw was the skills and intimacy every single vampire they fought presented, and out of them all, they all concluded, the one with long hair as red as blood, was the one they had to eradicate, the one they had to kill. But who will do it? Who can?
Finally, on a stifling hot afternoon, in the blurred fires of hell and the spears and arrows of men, Battousai's luck left him. Or, he was simply to tired to fight anymore. Either way, he had fallen. Fallen in the hands of mankind. The pathetic mankind he used to sneer at. What a disgrace.
The scorching fire that seemed to burn in his throat for eternity made him feel as if he had finally made his way to hell. Unaware of the source of the pain behind his back, in his throat and in his head, he vaguely allowed his mind to relive the last moments of his life.
Everything was so hectic, everything happened to quickly, he had no idea what happened until he felt the painful rip of his flesh behind his back and the penetrating pierces of the arrows in his stomach.
"We've got him!" He heard a voice yell in a distance.
That was when he realized what happened. Without another thought, he ran and ran, not ignoring the pain everywhere on his body, away from the voices, away from the blurry images of the burning battle, away from his uncaring, unloving mates.
"No.." He whispered. "no..". He lifted his face away from the earth "no.." he breathed, inhaling the pungent smell of his own blood.
Passively, like any other vampires, Battousai's fangs extended from his teeth cutting into his lips. Whenever they smell of blood, whenever their lust for blood is aroused, their teeth grows into long sharp canines.
The pain in his lips was the last thing he felt before the dying vampire finally fell unconscious.
* * * * * *
Kaoru dragged herself up early in the morning, before the break of dawn, and started preparing for the morning market. She lived at the end of the village, in a small dojo her father left her for the war. Of course, as a young girl of 17, she could not be independent, and so, under such circumstances, she, like many other children left unattended because their relatives had to go to war, was given a benefit, a welfare of some sort, that made sure she had enough to buy any basic goods such as food and clothing.
Though, she did, as promised, receive some money every month, the amount was growing smaller and smaller as the months and years passed, and now, the amount could no longer fulfill it's intended purpose. The money simply wasn't enough to keep her stomach full, especially over the winters. Luckily, her father did not only leave her a dojo, but also a lovely garden behind, where she planted an apple tree several years ago. It had grown over the years, and it was until Kaoru found strange apples lying on the grass bed of her garden that she realized the tree bore fruits, and now, this tree has become Kaoru's sole earner.
The people in the village were very nice and understanding, too. They all knew Kaoru was a lovely girl with an unfortunate life. Her mother died of giving birth to her, and she was brought up in the hands of her father, who was himself, a sad man. He bitterly blamed the poor girl for her mother's death, and treated his daughter no better than a servant.
The sympathizing neighbors all watched the girl grow, from the frightful little girl who tagged along behind her father, into a fine young lady, still in the same old rags that obviously were too small for her now. Every now and then, the butchers would slip her a slice of meat, the bakers would give her more bread than she paid for, the farmers would invite her for dinner, the tailors would offer to mend her clothes for free, the boys would buy more apples than they want. Kaoru in return, would do anything she could to keep everyone happy, sending messages from one side of the village to another, helping the farm lady tend their sheep, and such.
Kaoru slipped another layer of clothing on before she pulled the half empty cart of apples away from home and started her errands around the village. Just as she was about to close the gates, she noticed a basket lying at the side. She suddenly recalled the night Megumi, an apprentice of the village doctor gave her some nice smelling flowers in that basket. "Why don't I put my apples in that basket instead" She thought. Hm.Without another thought, she hopped back in and unloaded the cart of apples into the basket.
The sun wasn't even up yet, but the central street in the village was starting to fill itself up with people setting up their own stalls, the baker and his family prepared fresh bread of the day, the butchers put the meat out on display, and fishermen laid their fishes on the bed of ice, and even down the cottages, she could smell breakfast being prepared.
"Oi! Jou-chan!" Kaoru rolled eyes, not even bothering to turn back around. The only person who would call her, her childhood name was the one of the butcher's sons, Sanosuke. He was one amongst many that grew up with her, watching the same sun rise and set, day after day, month after month, year after year.
Seeing her silent response, Sanosuke tried again. "Jou-chan? Don't you want me to buy some of those soar apples off you?" He grinned teasingly.
Kaoru sighed. "My apples are NOT soar!"
"Alright, alright" Sanosuke put his arms up in surrender, he obviously did not want to see his friend angry. "Anyway, a bag of apples, as usual, please" He grabbed a few coins from his pocket. He had no idea why he bought these apples, he had no idea why everyone in the village bought these apples. They were soar, they were hard, but people just came back again and again for them.
Sanosuke put his hand under the cloth on top of the basket and grabbed for eight apples underneath. "I hope they're not going to be soar again" He smiled.
"Thanks for buying them early, means I only have twelve more to sell for today, then I'm done!" Kaoru ignored Sanosuke's previous comment, she knew her apples were soar, she had eaten them herselves, the villagers were only buying it out of kindness and sympathy, because of course, no one wanted to see their lovely Kaoru die of hunger in that old dojo she calls home!
What Kaoru really loved was the family like relationship between everyone in this small village. Everyone had a nice job, everyone looked after each other, it was just perfect. The girl smiled, satisfyingly as she walked past Sanosuke, and into the bakeries. It was Mrs. Cobbstone [are you guys fine with English names? Or would you prefer Japanese?].
"Hello, dear Kaoru" The short plump woman greeted the girl with a wide smile. "Oh, you're still with your apples today?!" She said as her eyes moved from Kaoru's face down to the basket.
"Yes, Mrs. Cobbstone, I know they're soar, but at least they look good!" Kaoru smiled meekly. She saw the woman's son come out with a tray of fresh bread. "Oh, I'd love to have a loaf of bread." She took out the coins Sanosuke gave her a little earlier.
"Oh, no, no , Kaoru, how about, I have you the bread in exchange for your apples?" the old woman leaned in front of the counter.
"What?" She blinked "are you sure?" Kaoru asked with surprise.
"Yes, I have a sudden urge to eat green apples" The old woman replied with a toothless grin.
"Alright." Kaoru smiled "I usually give eight apples a bag, but since it's you, I'll give you ten"
"Oh, you're such a sweetheart." The old woman laughed heartily, as she walked out of the counter and put of the largest pieces of bread into a paper bad for Kaoru. "Would you like to come have dinner with us some other time? I can teach you how to cook" She gave the girl a wink. The old lady had no daughter of her own, but Kaoru was one she had seen in the village since toddling age, and she treated the girl just like her own daughter, if not any better.
Kaoru bid the baker's wife goodbye and walked across the little bridge to the other side of the village to see if she could sell the last apples in her basket. It was a perfect start for the day and she.wait.
She caught a glimpse of something unfamiliar. Whipping her head around, she looked around to see what it was, lying at the bank of the small stream.
Hopping from the side of the bridge, she put her basket or apples and bread to the side of the path and made her way down to the bank to find out for herself what it was. The grass were long and rough, grazing her knees gently as she slid down the small slope. When she finally reached the side of the bank, to her horror and surprise, she was a wounded young man, lying by the banks, lifeless.
Quickly, she crouched next to him, and put her head on top of his heart, to certify if the poor man was really dead. Kaoru smiled with relieve when she felt the weak pulse there. He was still alive! Scanning across the river and above the bridge, she looked to see if anyone near could give her a hand.
Unfortunately, the day was still early and no one was even near the bridge. Kaoru bit her lip, and sighed. She simply couldn't let this young man die here, so pulling her sleeves up, Kaoru tried her best to pull the man away from the cold water and up the slope onto the wooden bridge to have a better look at his wounds.
She was right. The cold water and damp clothes only made his wounds worse, and with the burning fever, she was sure, if she didn't spot him sooner, he would have died right there by the bank.
* * * * * *
lemme think.well it's basically about this dangerous vampire, battousai and how he really hates men, but he is then ironically saved by a very normal village girl called Kaoru. Not trusting anyone, he gives her the cold shoulder despite her friendliness. Later, he finally realizes, the only way to restore the pride of his race is to docilely recover under the care of this girl he barely knows. But under this deprived roof, his lust for blood and sexual desires grow stronger day after day. It is hard to keep the secret from the innocent girl any longer..
Damn and I don't know what happens next ..
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Untitled: Chapter 1
by white seraph
**************************************************
Long, long ago, when fantastic creatures still existed and man-kind was, but a race that shared the world with many other, there was a war, a war between mankind and another race, that very unfortunately, does not exist anymore; the Vampires. That's right. The Vampires, unlike mankind, were immortals, cold, heartless, soulless creatures that yearned for nothing but blood in life. Or at least, they were written down to be so in the myths and legends later recorded by mankind. But still, these creatures were strong, both physically and mentally. Not only were their hearts as hard and cold as ice, and physical bodies equally hard, equally cold, they were immortals both at heart and body. But there was one weakness within their race. One small weakness that brought the entire race down under the earth. And that was genuine love and trust.
Be it for their children, or be it for their parents, each and every vampire saw each other as another of their kind, another creature that has the equal earn for physical pleasures, for power, for materialistic things, for blood. In the corrupted world of the Vampires, nothing such as families or marriages existed. It was all about personal autonomy.. Their ultimate goal is to become more powerful than those around them. The powerful controls the weak; it was a world of democracy, a world of corruption, a world of blood and violence, a chaotic world.
At that time, the most powerful Vampire was one they called Shishio. He was, essentially, the ruler, since according to the rules, he was the most powerful, and everyone should follow his words.
Now, the yearn for power grew and grew, until the small part of the world could no longer fulfill their infinite desires, the Vampires decided to conquer their next door neighbor. The weak, powerless, pathetic creatures, they call, men. The strong ruled and the weak obeyed right? Well obviously those mortal creatures were weaker than them Vampires. The mere existence of these men are a disgrace to the nature of beings, there weaklings didn't deserve to share the world with them, and the conquer was universally prophesized as a sure success.
Or so they thought.
Little did they know, did not understand, how ignorant they were, to believe mankind were equally introverted, equally cold hearted. Though the race were, but mortals, though they had poor fighting skills and were vulnerable both physically and mentally, they had one thing the Vampires did not have. And that was love. Ironically, it is because of their morality that they learn to cherish the happiness found in life. A small race they were, but within the society, they had managed to flourish and forge strong bonds between themselves. They learnt to care, learnt to love, learnt to look after all others of their own kind.
Nor did they know that despite the men's poor fighting abilities and vulnerability, they were not stupid. Mankind knew, all along that the small piece of world given to the Vampires was not enough to satisfy them for long, and that sooner or later, they would attempt to conquer all the other kingdoms around them. So they prepared well, constantly aware of the politics (not that they had a social system anyway) going on in the world of the Vampires. Of course, they were aware of their weak and limited abilities, therefore, they were forced to borrow the powers of physics. Weapons. They created weapons. Sharp spears, thin swords, big arrows. All were used, not only for hunting, but also defense from one or a few vampires that sometimes went over the borderline to find human blood.
Of course, when the unavoidable happened, not only were the vampires unsuccessful in their attempt to conquer, over half the population, including Shishio and other elite Vampires was wiped out. The war went on for several prolonged years, the Vampires were not going to give up until they have restored their pride and population and the men were not going to stop until they had the very last vampire wiped out.
Innately, the whole race knew they were slowly vanishing, with only the weakest of the race left, these survivors knew, the only way to save their race was to hopefully wait for the arrival of a Vampire that had the power to unite them all, to restore the fallen race. The only thing they can do right now is to wait, day after day, battle after battle for this one person to come. They didn't know if they will come tomorrow, they didn't know if they will ever come at all.
And in every battle, the race of the vampires diminished, smaller and smaller and smaller. These poor creatures had no where to go besides the battle field. Their homeland, where the previous battles took place had become dead cities of unburied corpses and crumbled masonries.
Little did they know, the one they needed to find was no elite survivor, no decendent of some legendary heros of their race, but a young vampire, an son of an anonymous third class vampire; one amongst themselves. Battousai. Less than three hundred years of age, he grew up, like all the other Vampires to lust for blood, to lust for power, and to lust for sexual pleasures. To him, there was no such thing as commitment, no such thing as love, respect and justice. Whoever was powerful, whoever won the woman. Whoever was powerful, whoever got the say. All the justice, all the respect was won over a fight to see who was the strongest and who was the weakest.
Battousai always thought he survived because the wheel of fortune was on his side. He was a weak lad, one of the many sons of a third class vampire, nothing in comparison to the great Shishio. Little did he know, that despite his heritage, he was no weakling. No, not at all. He survived the battles, one after another, year after year not because of pure chance, but because of his skills gained as a result his own intelligence, talent and experience gained from the fights he fought against his brothers during his entire childhood in order to win their father's attention. Nor did he know what mankind called him behind his back.
Battousai, the man slayer. The one they all avoided to fight against. Of course they saw his skills instantly, for unlike the vampires, they knew nothing about classes, nothing about heritages or elites. All they saw was the skills and intimacy every single vampire they fought presented, and out of them all, they all concluded, the one with long hair as red as blood, was the one they had to eradicate, the one they had to kill. But who will do it? Who can?
Finally, on a stifling hot afternoon, in the blurred fires of hell and the spears and arrows of men, Battousai's luck left him. Or, he was simply to tired to fight anymore. Either way, he had fallen. Fallen in the hands of mankind. The pathetic mankind he used to sneer at. What a disgrace.
The scorching fire that seemed to burn in his throat for eternity made him feel as if he had finally made his way to hell. Unaware of the source of the pain behind his back, in his throat and in his head, he vaguely allowed his mind to relive the last moments of his life.
Everything was so hectic, everything happened to quickly, he had no idea what happened until he felt the painful rip of his flesh behind his back and the penetrating pierces of the arrows in his stomach.
"We've got him!" He heard a voice yell in a distance.
That was when he realized what happened. Without another thought, he ran and ran, not ignoring the pain everywhere on his body, away from the voices, away from the blurry images of the burning battle, away from his uncaring, unloving mates.
"No.." He whispered. "no..". He lifted his face away from the earth "no.." he breathed, inhaling the pungent smell of his own blood.
Passively, like any other vampires, Battousai's fangs extended from his teeth cutting into his lips. Whenever they smell of blood, whenever their lust for blood is aroused, their teeth grows into long sharp canines.
The pain in his lips was the last thing he felt before the dying vampire finally fell unconscious.
* * * * * *
Kaoru dragged herself up early in the morning, before the break of dawn, and started preparing for the morning market. She lived at the end of the village, in a small dojo her father left her for the war. Of course, as a young girl of 17, she could not be independent, and so, under such circumstances, she, like many other children left unattended because their relatives had to go to war, was given a benefit, a welfare of some sort, that made sure she had enough to buy any basic goods such as food and clothing.
Though, she did, as promised, receive some money every month, the amount was growing smaller and smaller as the months and years passed, and now, the amount could no longer fulfill it's intended purpose. The money simply wasn't enough to keep her stomach full, especially over the winters. Luckily, her father did not only leave her a dojo, but also a lovely garden behind, where she planted an apple tree several years ago. It had grown over the years, and it was until Kaoru found strange apples lying on the grass bed of her garden that she realized the tree bore fruits, and now, this tree has become Kaoru's sole earner.
The people in the village were very nice and understanding, too. They all knew Kaoru was a lovely girl with an unfortunate life. Her mother died of giving birth to her, and she was brought up in the hands of her father, who was himself, a sad man. He bitterly blamed the poor girl for her mother's death, and treated his daughter no better than a servant.
The sympathizing neighbors all watched the girl grow, from the frightful little girl who tagged along behind her father, into a fine young lady, still in the same old rags that obviously were too small for her now. Every now and then, the butchers would slip her a slice of meat, the bakers would give her more bread than she paid for, the farmers would invite her for dinner, the tailors would offer to mend her clothes for free, the boys would buy more apples than they want. Kaoru in return, would do anything she could to keep everyone happy, sending messages from one side of the village to another, helping the farm lady tend their sheep, and such.
Kaoru slipped another layer of clothing on before she pulled the half empty cart of apples away from home and started her errands around the village. Just as she was about to close the gates, she noticed a basket lying at the side. She suddenly recalled the night Megumi, an apprentice of the village doctor gave her some nice smelling flowers in that basket. "Why don't I put my apples in that basket instead" She thought. Hm.Without another thought, she hopped back in and unloaded the cart of apples into the basket.
The sun wasn't even up yet, but the central street in the village was starting to fill itself up with people setting up their own stalls, the baker and his family prepared fresh bread of the day, the butchers put the meat out on display, and fishermen laid their fishes on the bed of ice, and even down the cottages, she could smell breakfast being prepared.
"Oi! Jou-chan!" Kaoru rolled eyes, not even bothering to turn back around. The only person who would call her, her childhood name was the one of the butcher's sons, Sanosuke. He was one amongst many that grew up with her, watching the same sun rise and set, day after day, month after month, year after year.
Seeing her silent response, Sanosuke tried again. "Jou-chan? Don't you want me to buy some of those soar apples off you?" He grinned teasingly.
Kaoru sighed. "My apples are NOT soar!"
"Alright, alright" Sanosuke put his arms up in surrender, he obviously did not want to see his friend angry. "Anyway, a bag of apples, as usual, please" He grabbed a few coins from his pocket. He had no idea why he bought these apples, he had no idea why everyone in the village bought these apples. They were soar, they were hard, but people just came back again and again for them.
Sanosuke put his hand under the cloth on top of the basket and grabbed for eight apples underneath. "I hope they're not going to be soar again" He smiled.
"Thanks for buying them early, means I only have twelve more to sell for today, then I'm done!" Kaoru ignored Sanosuke's previous comment, she knew her apples were soar, she had eaten them herselves, the villagers were only buying it out of kindness and sympathy, because of course, no one wanted to see their lovely Kaoru die of hunger in that old dojo she calls home!
What Kaoru really loved was the family like relationship between everyone in this small village. Everyone had a nice job, everyone looked after each other, it was just perfect. The girl smiled, satisfyingly as she walked past Sanosuke, and into the bakeries. It was Mrs. Cobbstone [are you guys fine with English names? Or would you prefer Japanese?].
"Hello, dear Kaoru" The short plump woman greeted the girl with a wide smile. "Oh, you're still with your apples today?!" She said as her eyes moved from Kaoru's face down to the basket.
"Yes, Mrs. Cobbstone, I know they're soar, but at least they look good!" Kaoru smiled meekly. She saw the woman's son come out with a tray of fresh bread. "Oh, I'd love to have a loaf of bread." She took out the coins Sanosuke gave her a little earlier.
"Oh, no, no , Kaoru, how about, I have you the bread in exchange for your apples?" the old woman leaned in front of the counter.
"What?" She blinked "are you sure?" Kaoru asked with surprise.
"Yes, I have a sudden urge to eat green apples" The old woman replied with a toothless grin.
"Alright." Kaoru smiled "I usually give eight apples a bag, but since it's you, I'll give you ten"
"Oh, you're such a sweetheart." The old woman laughed heartily, as she walked out of the counter and put of the largest pieces of bread into a paper bad for Kaoru. "Would you like to come have dinner with us some other time? I can teach you how to cook" She gave the girl a wink. The old lady had no daughter of her own, but Kaoru was one she had seen in the village since toddling age, and she treated the girl just like her own daughter, if not any better.
Kaoru bid the baker's wife goodbye and walked across the little bridge to the other side of the village to see if she could sell the last apples in her basket. It was a perfect start for the day and she.wait.
She caught a glimpse of something unfamiliar. Whipping her head around, she looked around to see what it was, lying at the bank of the small stream.
Hopping from the side of the bridge, she put her basket or apples and bread to the side of the path and made her way down to the bank to find out for herself what it was. The grass were long and rough, grazing her knees gently as she slid down the small slope. When she finally reached the side of the bank, to her horror and surprise, she was a wounded young man, lying by the banks, lifeless.
Quickly, she crouched next to him, and put her head on top of his heart, to certify if the poor man was really dead. Kaoru smiled with relieve when she felt the weak pulse there. He was still alive! Scanning across the river and above the bridge, she looked to see if anyone near could give her a hand.
Unfortunately, the day was still early and no one was even near the bridge. Kaoru bit her lip, and sighed. She simply couldn't let this young man die here, so pulling her sleeves up, Kaoru tried her best to pull the man away from the cold water and up the slope onto the wooden bridge to have a better look at his wounds.
She was right. The cold water and damp clothes only made his wounds worse, and with the burning fever, she was sure, if she didn't spot him sooner, he would have died right there by the bank.
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