PROLUGE TO,
BLOOD
Katana, Touzo, and Ijin were nomadic people. Touzo was 15, Katana was 13, and Ijin was 14. All were orphans, so they lived together as if they were siblings.
Katana had white snowy hair,and had two swords on her back that were very dull. Though she was blind, she was still very strong.Ijin was muscular, hot headed, and used fire jutsu too much. He had red firey hair, and red eyes. Touzuko had dark black hair, wearing black clothes, and two very large shuriken. None of hid body was visible, ex his left eye. He had a very dark personality. Touzo was the leader of team 66, the devil's team.
Katana Kitsueki, Touzo, and Ijin used tourcher as their weapon. Using Genjutsu.
Katana had a special jutsu she created herself. Her swords, in the regular world, would never cut even paper. Katana had a thin layer of poison smoothered on her blade. A dull blade hurts more than a sharp blade, because it didn't cut, it would rip. If you didn't die from that, the poison would. She would rip on layer of skin at a time, till she got to the bone. Pain is all she called her jutsu, which fitted the jutsu perfectly. It was pure pain. What more, you could hear everything in the outside, but everything was dark, lonesome, and isolated inside.
Ijin named had also named his jutsu. It was called, the pyro blade. It was a minipulatoin of his own sword using genjutsu. His sword was made of ashes and of chakra. It was a huge sword used to destroy a person to the point that they were begging to die, or even pleading to kill themselves. This was the point that Touzo made their death as gruesome as possible. He used genjutsu to control the person's senses to kill themselves.
They were S rate criminals ranging from ages 13-15. They were practicly still children, yet they had the minds, and morals of the devil himself.
Chapter 1,
CRIMINAL FILE 3: KATANA KITSUEKI
Kataka's Criminal Records:
Kataka, at the age of 12, was a sad lonesome girl. She was very quiet, yet was never picked on. Her life consisted only of herself. Having an almost regular life, she was a top student in her class, and moved quickly through her training. She had an inheritance of a dull sword her parents gave her when they died. She didn't know what to do with it, so she kept it in it's case under the bed.
She had a dull life, very ditached and hollow.
"This is the last stage!" Her heart leaped.
Kataka was in the finals, her final battle with her teammate, Tetori. She was a kind happy girl. Kataka jumped down from her seat. Both Kataka and Tetori stood their ground. Tetori gave a little wink. "Ready, begin!" No one moved.
Tetori looked into Kataka, and so did Kataka into Tetori's. The stadium was deadly silent. They stared into each other's eyes for a very long time.
" I can't feel anything!" It was Tetori who broke the silence. "I'm dead, I'm dead! "
Tetori fell to the ground screaming. Kataka broke her trance. What happened? She asked. As soon as she woke up, she ran to her pained companion.
Tetori screamed, "She kiled me! I hate her! I hate her!" Kataka was confused. Tetori was the closest thing to a friend, and now she was blaming her for an act she had'nt done.
"She must be insane! We have to get help!" She motioned to the medical team in the stadium above. They quickly lept down. They felt her arms, face, and finally her chest."Oh my god... But how?" one man murmered. "she doesn't have a pulse!" What, how? Kataka asked, she's still talking. They took Tetori out of the stadium.
The battle had ended, the winner of the battle was Kataka.
As she left the stadium at night time, Tetori's mother screamed out to Kataka and said," You killed her! You murderer!" Murder, ran through her head that night. " I didn't mean to..." but the words didnt come out. " Murder, pure murder." she sighed. "But how did I do It?" she looked at her worn hands.
She had been training with Tetori the week before. All she remembered was a power bubbling inside her, it was full of hate. She hated that she couldn't see. She hated the fact that she was treated differently because of her disability. She just hated people. That was all she could remember about her death. The next days were difficult.
People glared at her, and spat at her, and said cruel words to her. She finally went insane. She went home, dug under her bed, and fetched the dusty sword case. Kataka opened the case, and quickly retrieved the two antique swords. She was going to runaway. She checked her watch. It was 10:00. She gathered most of her belonings, and put them in a bag she had never used. She changed her clothes, and put the two swords in an x shape on her back. The finishing touch was lower her headband over her useless eyes. Tetori once told her, that she had some of the most beautiful purple eyes. They must have been very noticable.
She waited, until the clock stroke at 12, and ran into the forest. There, she sat on the branches of the tree. When a man walked by. He had plenty of food and supplies. She climes out of her tree, and behind a bush. Just when the man passed her hiding place, she lunged. In front of him. She held out her sword perfectly straight from her extended arm .
"Give me everything you got." the man lowered his bag down to her feet.
"Good." Kataka jolted fowards, lunging her sword one centimeter away from his throat. She froze, " I can't kill
him." she retracted her sword.
Kataka lowered her headband, until it was down around her neck. "Hey, you're the one who killed Tetori!"
She drew her sword once again, this time, it was a half a centmeter a way. "There is to much flaw in the world," she said to him."she was just one of them." and she ripped his throat slowly.
This time, it felt good killing someone.
Boom!
She had only walked about ten paces when the rain started. Kataka still felt the presence of the man, and could smell the wet blood. Kataka started to run to a near lamppost, and started to break down and cry. She heard a soft swish of cloth next to the hard dirt road. Kataka looked up. She sensed to men, around her age staring at her.
"Girl, what's you name?" the older one asked. "My name is," she had to say in a firm voice, or else they might of left her. "My is Katana Kitsueki."
The man looked around. "Hm, Katana is it?" he pondered. "My name is Touzoku, and that is Ijin. Come with us, you're going to become ill." Katana pulled herself onto her feet. "Why do you want me anyway?" She asked. "I could smell the blood on your sword." She froze. "So you are criminals or something? "No, of course not girl." he said." We are your new family, we knew what you had to do." he smiled, "and I like it." the rain poured even more. "Let's get out of the rain." Ijin said.