A/N:lol, I'm back...with chappy 12. but i may not be posting anymore after this...though I will finish it..further chs'll be on FictionPress.com ( http://www.fictionpress.com/~fluffyfangirl89 )

well hope u lik=3

Heh, a bit more violent...

Last Time: But he like many others before him was scared of death, and the thought and fear pure horror of it had caused him to wet himself. A wild smirk spread across Riyo's face, and evil laughter erupted. He laughed crazily, then spoke in between laughter "Boy, pi$$ yourself?"

Blood of a Killer

Ch.12

By:Ingram2405/Fluffyfangirl89

The boy whimpered in response, his body shook with sobs of fear. He leaned forward grasping his own body tightly, gasping for air. He was going to die! He knew this; there wasn't much doubt in his mind about that. He had no reason in the world to continue, he was weaker than his enemy, and he had now lost and would be mercilessly killed in cold blood, by the one so well known as 'The Master.' The felt himself shudder, the perfect end wasn't it? He would die a true warrior's death, one that many have and have dreamed of if they hadn't yet.

The boy shook his head painfully, no, no, no, this wasn't a dream, no it wasn't his. He didn't want to die, not yet, not while he was still so young. He was unmarried, he hadn't even been given the chance to fall in love and start a family. No, that was it he couldn't die, not like this, without a trace of his existence. Nothing left behind, no children, no family, no brave story of the man who faced The Master. Nothing, just another one to die by this killer's hand and nothing more, he was nothing. Just a dead body, or remains of someone. The boy wiped at the tears gasping painfully for more air to steady his breathing.

If he would die then he could at least die honorably, the boy's body shook fearfully. His unfocused eyes lifting to meet cold dark rusty ones. Riyo was watching the boy curiously, what was going through that head? He looked scared of course, fearful of his fate that waited, but there was more. Something Riyo didn't recognize, something that he somewhat remembered. He had seen that look before; few gathered the look on their face before death. Some having the strange emotion gracing their face as they fought, or did most anything he saw.

This emotion, Riyo could honestly say, he did not have. He had little to no emotions though, he had had them once, but that was so long ago. That was before, he knew of this path, before he was The Master. Back when he was human, back when he cared for life, cared for anything. He had seen this emotion on someone else too, not one of his nameless murders. His mind wondered, who else had shown this, was it not the look of a warrior. Hadn't he at some point held this emotion? Had he ever been capable of such a strong emotion?

Ame!

She had shown it many, many times before. This emotion, raw feelings that over stood so many things. That forced someone to be strong, or at least try to be. An emotion that meant nothing to him before the very second, but now held his attention almost fully. The cause of so many deaths, both innocent and not. Both warrior and not, meant for both the weak and strong. This emotion only proved that you truly were a fool, one that believed to hard in something that wasn't possible. Believed in dreams, and had a positive look on life. One that even through the odds, and cruelty of life smiled and loved. Or so he heard of such a thing. One who truly cared for life and the ones they surround themselves with.

  It was passion, pure heated dark passion, which showed in their eyes. The desire to live, or for something, something they may not have but believed they would. Passion, Riyo's eyes narrowed, that was it the only thing he could use to describe this heated desire. This pure determination, his body tensed slightly. He had felt that before, passion a pure desire, no a pure need to go on, to live and to have something. That burning passion had long burned out; he hadn't felt anything in so long. His soul and body was numb, he felt nothing, and he didn't care. He had no desire, no need for anything, no want to continue in his life. Nothing, but he did, he went on, lived, and why? Cause, he had to, right, no just cause he could.

  What would killing the boy do? What would he get from that? Did it matter if the boy lived or died? Just who was he to decide who lived or died, who deserves to or not? Just who was he? God? A sadistic smirk spread across his face, hell why not, he was god, a god himself.

  "I'm not gonna die so easily!!!"The boy's voice cut through his thoughts. Riyo's eyes once more focused on the smaller boy, he was standing firmly holding his sword in his hands once again. Riyo flinched inwardly, he had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts he hadn't noticed the boy's movements. The boy took a quick step forward then charged with everything he had, running full speed toward Riyo, considering their lack of distance from one another, Riyo had little reaction time. His body reacted, pure instinct.

Riyo twisted around just in time to side step the sword's assault; the boy didn't hesitate bringing his sword back down in a second strike. Once more Riyo twisted his torso to lift his sword as the boy's connected with it, shoving it backward the boy stumbled from the raw power in the motion. Riyo's body continued to act without his brain registering. He lifted his sword quickly and brought it down in a graceful sweep of his arm. The sword found its mark, and too late Riyo gained control. His mind finally registering, his sword lowered but his face remained covered in an emotionless mask.

The boy heard the ripping sound of his flesh, as Riyo's sword tore through his body. It had been the most horrible sound he had ever heard, and seemed last for far too long. A sound that vibrated his every being, a sound that announced to the world or at least to anyone who could hear it, that these were the young man's last few moments alive. That this passionate fool would no longer exist in a space of a mere heart beat.

The boy collapsed, that horrible sound was gone, finally. It took another heart beat before the searing pain shot through his body, it was worse than the sound. Worst than the smell, worst than anything he'd ever felt before. Opening his mouth to let out a scream of pure pain, it came out gurgled and twisted as he choked on his own blood coming from his mouth. Large streams of blood spilled from his mouth as he fell from his knees to his hands as well. Pressing his weight down on his arms, gagging on blood and saliva and what was possibly vomit, his arms buckled and he fell helplessly to the ground.

Gurgled whimpers erupted from his body as it shook with pain, slowing till his body no longer moved. He slurred his last whimper, the surrounding area stood silent. The boy was without a doubt dead. Neither of the remaining men moved, their eyes were narrow as they watched the dramatic death. One a master and enemy to the dead youth the other, partner and so called companion.

The murder's face held nothing, no sorrow, remorse, pain, pleasure, nothing. The boy was dead, nothing more, he was just dead, Riyo had no reason to celebrate such a thing. He also had no reason to mourn the boy, he was dead, and he had been the one to do the godly deed. He was Riyo he choose who lived and died, as a god he had that right. There for he shouldn't regret, nor should he weep for the dead boy. Even so, he felt something, not regret, not remorse, but something, as he watched the lifeless body. Twisted from the pain before death, broken and bloody it lay motionless. The determination mocked him, just before death the boy had truly been alive. He had fought with every fiber of his being to defeat him, had been so brave even with the fear that had shown so clearly in his young unmarked eyes. The boy had not know true pain, he had never had his heart broken, nor been scared by a troubled past.

He had been innocent through to his very soul, no tarnished heart, pure. He had been so different from all the others Riyo had killed, those who had looked on his shattered souls, broken hearts. Wary eyes, brittle with age and pain. His had been bright, young, and curious of so much, he had been so young. Surly Riyo had murdered a child before, but this wasn't the same, the kid had been young innocent, and his hands had never been stained. What was so different this time? It was suppose to have been a quick simple death, he'd never think of again. So why was he thinking about it and what was this feeling he had? Did he pity the pathetic boy, or was it regret? The boy gave him a sudden reminder of a certain loud mouthed girl that had a special way of getting to him....

" RIYO!?!?!" the voice sounded in the quiet, almost on queue to his thoughts.

His eyes snapped up to be greeted with the girl of his thoughts throwing herself at him. Her arms snaked their way around his hips as she collapsed to her knees, her body shaking with what he figured was sobs. Why she would be crying he didn't have a clue, but she was. He shifted a bit, when would she stop, that was the important question?'...and you wish for her to?' his mind asked. Riyo nearly groaned, not again, did he really have to torture himself?'Would that of been a groan for me....or for her?' He asked once more, god he was such a pervert at times! A groan escaped him, he was arguing with himself again. This game grew old and fast, he was calling himself names. Himself...meaning he was the one having these...thoughts. 'In the middle of battle....' the inner voice supplied.

He growled, Ame didn't seem to notice because of all her weeping. He sighed; it was obvious he was going to have to play the role of the worried protector. Resting a hand on her head softly, he began to stroke her head gently as he waited for her to calm down. She pulled herself closer into the embrace, finally speaking. "I…" She paused and he took this as her awaiting comfort, so he tapped her head gently waiting for her to continue.

"I-I…please, d-don’t leave me."

His mouth twitched slightly, he wasn’t sure of what she was talking about, but something clenched inside him. She was begging him not to leave her, now why would she be doing that now? His eye twitched unconsciously; did she think he was going to die? What, in that fight, against them? He suppressed a chuckle, right like that was possible.

He shifted in her tight hold once more, causing her to tighten her already death, grip. He sighed and gently stroked her back. Why not just throw her off? He thought about this carefully, wondering if that would work. He didn’t see why it wouldn’t; a smirk spread its way across his face. ‘Is that what you want, to throw her off while you’ve got her grasping desperately to stay close. Now, that you’ve got her begging you not to leave her. You’ve got her begging on her knees. You want that to end?’ His inner voice asked with an air of finality.

She let out a strangled whimper when he softly tapped her head. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t feel like tossing her aside, or doing much any crulty of that sort at the moment. Maybe it was cause she was crying, or that he was tired from the fight, or maybe it was just the idea of purposly hurting her. He tightened his hold, that he wasn’t even fully aware he had, on her. Just this once, he could stand to listen to that nagging voice that beckoned him to do things his better judgment always prevented. Just this once, he’d surrender, to himself he’d give in to the pounding feeling, the blood filled heart inside his chest.

‘Only once?’ the inner voice quetioned him.

Sighing he held her closer, as he waited for her tears to slow, thinking. Once she was ready, would he be as well, what was he suppose to say or do now?Narrowing his eyes in concentration, he knew it he, didn’t he? It wasn’t so bad, he continued to run over things in his mind, thinking about everything that had come into play today. No, not just today but since he’d met this girl. All the fights he’d won, all the victums that had fallen at his hand. Then to all the moments they’d spent togather, the times she’d laughed, smiled, teased him, threatened him, said strange things he didn’t understand but would never admit to being confused about, the times she’d bragged, when she’d bragged about him as well, and when she’d done something so silly, so ditzy it had all but left him laughing till he colapsed to the ground holding his stomach.All those times spent togather, the times where he’d done something to severly anger her and she’d show such bravery even to him, when she’d smile for him, when no one else was there but simply smiled at him giving him that special smile that she hardly ever showed.

Then there was those times, they didn’t happen too often though they seem to too often for his tastes, times like this.When she cried, though honsetly he cherished these times as well, they were important to him even if he didn’t admit that, even to himself.Those times when she cried like this, leaving herself so open, so raw with emotion. She held nothing back, she was so soft and sweet, so open with emotion awaiting-Riyo shook his head a bit, those were weird invading thoughts he’d never had before. ‘Or so you claim…’ he was back.

Groaning was the only sound Riyo formed for the annoyance of his inner thoughts or voice. He didn’t even, at this moment, feel like dealing with him. He had Ame to worry about now. He shifted attempting to find a more comfortable position for himself, but Ame obviously misreading this, whimpered and tugged him closer.

“Mnng…” she relaxed at his voice, he slowly lowered himself to his knees as well. He didn’t say anything more but he could still feel her relax a bit more. Lifting her head up toward his she gave a small shy smile hesitantly before saying “I-I’m sorry…Riyo.”

To Be Continued…