Post by Lord Itachi on Aug 8, 2008 7:06:26 GMT -7
-Flashback-
Tashamaru slowly walked through the burnt down area observing the smoking ashes. He could have had been there and this all could of stopped, he could of actually helped his own father instead of watching him perish away and under the boards of the now collapsed building.” Father…” His voice held no emotions as he began to take note of three demons each were discussing where the Lord had went and who S’ounga and the swords would have been given too. He observed this really close barely hearing the last bit about a well. He than began to dig through the rebel finally coming across his old mans fluff cape, slowly he tied it onto his shoulders in a proud way he than would glance around knowing his sister would be coming soon. He than slowly walked farther in kicking rebel away coming acrost the burnt bones of Takemaru who was the cause for the Lord’s death, but at second glance he saw blood and lots of it lying on the ground concluding a wound was the main cause. His cold eyes than fell to another sword that was wrapped up and lying on the ground. The note had said where his sword was and would be as of sudden he snappd back to reality.
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Tashamaru once again found himself starring toward the pathetic wounds that Akaa and had given him.They dripped slow blood but they'd heal themselves in days.He folded his arms slightly looking every few times around." Where..." He needed to find out where his sister Tashina was they'd have a mission to go on.He than took a seat upon the same cliff his father had last standed on the night of his death,the moon was shining him and brightly just like that same terrible night.
Tashamaru felt sick Inuyasha had not been the cause but a mortal wound had been and takemaru who had refused to let the two leave the building.This angered him deeply at the thoughts,lowering his head he gave a low depressd sigh."Sesshomaru was wrong, Inuyasha did cause nothing but a moment of happiness and the generals last he had choosen the fight and had known he was going to die either way, By battle or eventually the blood loss.He gritted his teeth feeling the deep wound in his shoulder aching and bleeding."Inuyasha shouldnt be blammed,nobody should of." He held a bit of sadness in his eyes.
Tashamaru slowly walked through the burnt down area observing the smoking ashes. He could have had been there and this all could of stopped, he could of actually helped his own father instead of watching him perish away and under the boards of the now collapsed building.” Father…” His voice held no emotions as he began to take note of three demons each were discussing where the Lord had went and who S’ounga and the swords would have been given too. He observed this really close barely hearing the last bit about a well. He than began to dig through the rebel finally coming across his old mans fluff cape, slowly he tied it onto his shoulders in a proud way he than would glance around knowing his sister would be coming soon. He than slowly walked farther in kicking rebel away coming acrost the burnt bones of Takemaru who was the cause for the Lord’s death, but at second glance he saw blood and lots of it lying on the ground concluding a wound was the main cause. His cold eyes than fell to another sword that was wrapped up and lying on the ground. The note had said where his sword was and would be as of sudden he snappd back to reality.
............
Tashamaru once again found himself starring toward the pathetic wounds that Akaa and had given him.They dripped slow blood but they'd heal themselves in days.He folded his arms slightly looking every few times around." Where..." He needed to find out where his sister Tashina was they'd have a mission to go on.He than took a seat upon the same cliff his father had last standed on the night of his death,the moon was shining him and brightly just like that same terrible night.
Tashamaru felt sick Inuyasha had not been the cause but a mortal wound had been and takemaru who had refused to let the two leave the building.This angered him deeply at the thoughts,lowering his head he gave a low depressd sigh."Sesshomaru was wrong, Inuyasha did cause nothing but a moment of happiness and the generals last he had choosen the fight and had known he was going to die either way, By battle or eventually the blood loss.He gritted his teeth feeling the deep wound in his shoulder aching and bleeding."Inuyasha shouldnt be blammed,nobody should of." He held a bit of sadness in his eyes.
