Planetfurry BBS

[man on a mission]

The Tiger and The Mouse

A tall figure sat perched on one of the many light posts that adorned Jubaan park in upper Tokyo. It was getting near midnight and streets seemed pretty much empty. The only exceptions were a few scattered drunks and bum resting on the park bench across from him. It was not to his surprise that no one noticed him. He was after all some thing that they didn’t want to notice. He was a phantom of sorts. He starred down at the streets repulsed at the mortals that he had to stair at.

He could recall his later years of life, before he was reduced to being a swift messenger of death and despair. He had once been a captain of the guard for the Tokina Shoganate and a formidable soldier. He was in love and looking to become a husband to a beautiful handmaiden.

Then it happened, the revolution occurred. The whole class system fell apart and he was caught in the middle. He didn’t know why he was fighting. He just blindly fallowed orders and killed when and who he was told. He sighed a bit.

Here he was back to what he was doing almost 130 years ago. This time he knows what he’s serving. He knew that the dishonorable death he had suffered was the source of all this trouble. He ran from a fight and was stabbed in the back because of it. His samurai honor had been tarnished and in return he was forced to remain between life and death.

He looked down at his hands. They didn’t look like hands of a man of 22, but rather a man of countless ages. He felt his face and his leathery skin. He was not only forced to watch others walk alive. He was forced to live how he was know. He was still as skilled as he was when he was 22, but know he was trapped in the body of an old man.
He had no agility, no strength. He was just old. Yet, in this feabled state he was still able to defeat most of the foes he had been sent after. Despite a ghoul, he still felt as if he had to up hold his samurai code.

His mind suddenly snapped back to reality. As he looked down., he saw his target walking out of the office. He drew his blade partly from the scabbard. He looked down at her.

She was tall and reasonably attractive. She was a bit of an odd person though. Most Japanese had long strait hair that was black to dark brown. This girl had shock tart blue hair.

She wasn’t really as well curved, but he disregarded it. He was here to do a job and he was not intending to break an oath.

End of Part one.