Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of more to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder her. He looked into her eyes, and realized he couldn't move. Was it because he'd been exposed or because of some unknown force, but as he stood there, the blood of the corpse he'd just killed still dripping off the weapon, he couldn't take his sight off of her eyes. Something about her eyes that paralyzed him, so glassy and pure, the essence of innocence, but also terrified. He had managed to take his sight away from her only to realize he had paused for so long that the girl had run past him and reached to outside. He thought that surely one left alive isn't a threat. and he left.
..."What was that?" he thought as he headed back to his hideout,"Never have I experienced the sight of such innocence leaving a child's eyes. But, there seemed to be something more. Before Now, Nothing could stop me in my tracks like her stare"...
...In the morning he would awaken to learn the family he slaughtered, was no ordinary clan, but one of great power, in which he was advised to lay low...
...and in the midst of this information, his thoughts came to that night, and that girl, and what she'd done after she escaped him...
...the curiosity overwhelmed him, so he would find out the next day...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of more to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder her. He looked into her eyes, and realized he couldn't move. Was it because he'd been exposed or because of some unknown force, but as he stood there, the blood of the corpse he'd just killed still dripping off the weapon, he couldn't take his sight off of her eyes. Something about her eyes that paralyzed him, so glassy and pure, the essence of innocence, but also terrified. He had managed to take his sight away from her only to realize he had paused for so long that the girl had run past him and reached to outside. He thought that surely one left alive isn't a threat. and he left.
..."What was that?" he thought as he headed back to his hideout,"Never have I experienced the sight of such innocence leaving a child's eyes. But, there seemed to be something more. Before Now, Nothing could stop me in my tracks like her stare"...
...In the morning he would awaken to learn the family he slaughtered, was no ordinary clan, but one of great power, in which he was advised to lay low...
...and in the midst of this information, his thoughts came to that night, and that girl, and what she'd done after she escaped him...
...the curiosity overwhelmed him, so he would find out the next day...
as if you gave me a choice
everything about you i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved
on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only you i see
nowhere else i would rather be
these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about you i admire
you are all i desire
so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my heart would race
while looking at your smiling face
full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions you play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name