Post by Tsuna Iramasha on Dec 19, 2009 11:40:05 GMT -6
Prologue
Both my parents died when I was really young.
Because if that I had to move to live with my cousin. My family is probably far from what you would call normal. I was told that my family died in a car crash but in reality their deaths were caused by something that they couldn’t explain to me. I accepted their lie because they themselves were confused by what had happened. My family is one that takes pride in Kenjutsu, the way of the sword, and my parents were the best. Of course we weren’t part of the main family so their talent was never truly acknowledged.
Soon after their deaths I was taken in by the clan’s head family because of that very reason.
They didn’t want to let someone who had such talented parents continue to be part of a lower branch of the clan. From there on I learned to ways of the sword through the clan’s own style. It is considered to be one that was highly praised in the old times and still is today.
The main household has only one child. They believed that there was no need to have any more than one carry on the blood of the main house. Of course after hearing about my parents and their exploits they decided to take me in,
Of course at the time I didn’t really accept my new family. I often lashed out against my aunt and uncle. At my parents funeral I had overheard my family members talking about how I inherited the “talent”, and that that was the only reason that the main family was going to adopt me. I felt much hatred for my aunt and uncle for this. They didn’t take me in because they cared about me. It was so that the talent of the clan would stay within the main household. I was given my own room in their huge house. It had many rooms for guest but only four people living there. It always had an oppressing atmosphere.
My cousin, Hiro, was the child of my aunt and uncle.
He is an overly cheerful kid and at times annoys the hell out of me.
He is extremely perverted and often leaves me in situations that I can’t explain.
Of course no one ever suspects that it is me doing any of these things but just being stuck in those situations is no something that is fun.
He’s the type of character that is nothing less than amusing. Ever since I came to his household he has been nothing less than accepting. Many things were swirling around my head at the time. Anger, despair, and regret, all these emotions were swirling around in my heart wanting for a way to escape. I wanted to destroy all that my aunt and uncle possessed for taking me in with those kinds of feelings. I truly hated them with a passion.
However, I was still very young. I decided to channel my hatred through the training I had to endure. Of course I never won a fight.
My aunt and uncle were too good. Their moves were precise and the style of fighting was something that a normal person would not even perceive of being human. No matter how much hatred I had for my aunt and uncle I had to admit they were strong.
They were stronger than I could have ever imagined.
There was no way that with my current ability I would surpass them.
Many times I was forced to fight with my cousin. Hiro was never really the biggest fan of kenjutsu, but he did take pride in his skill. He was a strong opponent. He was taught by the same demons that had taken him in, but because of this I always won. I understood the style and understood his moves. His movements were predictable and the paths were always clear.
I was told that I had talent for kenjutsu. I never really understood what they meant. I only fought because I was told that I needed to learn. I only got better to defeat my aunt and uncle.
I wanted to hate them more and more but soon I calmed down.
No matter how much I wanted to hate them I soon came to admire their power. The rage in my heart was immense but I’m not the type to hold a grudge.
I came to accept my new environment and my new “parents”.
The house that I lived in was a large dōjō. Although it was large the only people that lived in the area were the ones that lived in this house. There was no need for such a large dōjō seeing as only four people had ever used it at once.
I was only about 6 years old when my parents had died. And over the year that I stayed at my cousin Hiro’s house I had learned to accept my aunt and uncle no matter the reason they brought me in. they treated me just liked they treated their own son and there was no way I could have hated such good people.
Of course only being 6 years old at the time I really couldn’t hold a sword. I was given one that was specially made for kids. Me and Hiro often sparred against one another. Day after day, we practiced kenjutsu day in and day out. However, when we were seven years of age my uncle told use that in order to be great warriors we needed to know about the outside world. We were transferred into a private elementary school.
This was definitely an strange environment to me. Many different faces and different people. The atmosphere was lively and something that I had never experienced before.
Of course Hiro seemed to love this place. Even for someone so young he had the pervyness of an old man.
The thing I didn’t like the most was the schools uniform. It was the most uncomfortable thing I have ever worn. I was not the type of person to be able to make friends real easily. However I did seem like the type that was easy to talk to. I don’t know why but many of the girls in the classroom came to me asking about my hobbies. I just answered honestly. It was a hard thing to understand.
It wasn’t so bad. I didn’t really make a lot of friends but many people came to talk to me. It wasn’t hard to adjust to the new environment. Oh I did forget someone. Mizusawa Akemi was our classes representative and also the person who would become my first friend outside of my family.
We often talked about miscellaneous topics but it was fun. Akemi, Hiro and I became the closet of friends and it stayed that way until we reached Senior High School.
I was 15 years old when I moved out of my aunt and uncles house and began living on my own.
It wasn’t that I had began to hate them again or anything. I just felt like I needed to live on my own for a while.
“You know you don’t have to leave.” Was that hiro told me before I left the house.
“You know, sometimes you just got to do what feels right..” Was the only response I could give him. We still went to the same school and my aunt and uncle didn’t have much of an objection to me leaving, almost like they knew that the day would come when I would do so. They would continue to send me money so that I could make ends meet and still be able to go to school without worrying about getting a job. I almost can’t imagine that I had hated these two for taking me in.
When I moved I decided to move into the home that belonged to my parents, my old home. I had not lived there for 9 years and I didn’t really feel a sense of nostalgia when I entered. I found a picture of my family that was covered in dust. I picked it up and blew the dust from the glass and stared at it.
“Mom, Dad, I’m home…..
Both my parents died when I was really young.
Because if that I had to move to live with my cousin. My family is probably far from what you would call normal. I was told that my family died in a car crash but in reality their deaths were caused by something that they couldn’t explain to me. I accepted their lie because they themselves were confused by what had happened. My family is one that takes pride in Kenjutsu, the way of the sword, and my parents were the best. Of course we weren’t part of the main family so their talent was never truly acknowledged.
Soon after their deaths I was taken in by the clan’s head family because of that very reason.
They didn’t want to let someone who had such talented parents continue to be part of a lower branch of the clan. From there on I learned to ways of the sword through the clan’s own style. It is considered to be one that was highly praised in the old times and still is today.
The main household has only one child. They believed that there was no need to have any more than one carry on the blood of the main house. Of course after hearing about my parents and their exploits they decided to take me in,
Of course at the time I didn’t really accept my new family. I often lashed out against my aunt and uncle. At my parents funeral I had overheard my family members talking about how I inherited the “talent”, and that that was the only reason that the main family was going to adopt me. I felt much hatred for my aunt and uncle for this. They didn’t take me in because they cared about me. It was so that the talent of the clan would stay within the main household. I was given my own room in their huge house. It had many rooms for guest but only four people living there. It always had an oppressing atmosphere.
My cousin, Hiro, was the child of my aunt and uncle.
He is an overly cheerful kid and at times annoys the hell out of me.
He is extremely perverted and often leaves me in situations that I can’t explain.
Of course no one ever suspects that it is me doing any of these things but just being stuck in those situations is no something that is fun.
He’s the type of character that is nothing less than amusing. Ever since I came to his household he has been nothing less than accepting. Many things were swirling around my head at the time. Anger, despair, and regret, all these emotions were swirling around in my heart wanting for a way to escape. I wanted to destroy all that my aunt and uncle possessed for taking me in with those kinds of feelings. I truly hated them with a passion.
However, I was still very young. I decided to channel my hatred through the training I had to endure. Of course I never won a fight.
My aunt and uncle were too good. Their moves were precise and the style of fighting was something that a normal person would not even perceive of being human. No matter how much hatred I had for my aunt and uncle I had to admit they were strong.
They were stronger than I could have ever imagined.
There was no way that with my current ability I would surpass them.
Many times I was forced to fight with my cousin. Hiro was never really the biggest fan of kenjutsu, but he did take pride in his skill. He was a strong opponent. He was taught by the same demons that had taken him in, but because of this I always won. I understood the style and understood his moves. His movements were predictable and the paths were always clear.
I was told that I had talent for kenjutsu. I never really understood what they meant. I only fought because I was told that I needed to learn. I only got better to defeat my aunt and uncle.
I wanted to hate them more and more but soon I calmed down.
No matter how much I wanted to hate them I soon came to admire their power. The rage in my heart was immense but I’m not the type to hold a grudge.
I came to accept my new environment and my new “parents”.
The house that I lived in was a large dōjō. Although it was large the only people that lived in the area were the ones that lived in this house. There was no need for such a large dōjō seeing as only four people had ever used it at once.
I was only about 6 years old when my parents had died. And over the year that I stayed at my cousin Hiro’s house I had learned to accept my aunt and uncle no matter the reason they brought me in. they treated me just liked they treated their own son and there was no way I could have hated such good people.
Of course only being 6 years old at the time I really couldn’t hold a sword. I was given one that was specially made for kids. Me and Hiro often sparred against one another. Day after day, we practiced kenjutsu day in and day out. However, when we were seven years of age my uncle told use that in order to be great warriors we needed to know about the outside world. We were transferred into a private elementary school.
This was definitely an strange environment to me. Many different faces and different people. The atmosphere was lively and something that I had never experienced before.
Of course Hiro seemed to love this place. Even for someone so young he had the pervyness of an old man.
The thing I didn’t like the most was the schools uniform. It was the most uncomfortable thing I have ever worn. I was not the type of person to be able to make friends real easily. However I did seem like the type that was easy to talk to. I don’t know why but many of the girls in the classroom came to me asking about my hobbies. I just answered honestly. It was a hard thing to understand.
It wasn’t so bad. I didn’t really make a lot of friends but many people came to talk to me. It wasn’t hard to adjust to the new environment. Oh I did forget someone. Mizusawa Akemi was our classes representative and also the person who would become my first friend outside of my family.
We often talked about miscellaneous topics but it was fun. Akemi, Hiro and I became the closet of friends and it stayed that way until we reached Senior High School.
I was 15 years old when I moved out of my aunt and uncles house and began living on my own.
It wasn’t that I had began to hate them again or anything. I just felt like I needed to live on my own for a while.
“You know you don’t have to leave.” Was that hiro told me before I left the house.
“You know, sometimes you just got to do what feels right..” Was the only response I could give him. We still went to the same school and my aunt and uncle didn’t have much of an objection to me leaving, almost like they knew that the day would come when I would do so. They would continue to send me money so that I could make ends meet and still be able to go to school without worrying about getting a job. I almost can’t imagine that I had hated these two for taking me in.
When I moved I decided to move into the home that belonged to my parents, my old home. I had not lived there for 9 years and I didn’t really feel a sense of nostalgia when I entered. I found a picture of my family that was covered in dust. I picked it up and blew the dust from the glass and stared at it.
“Mom, Dad, I’m home…..
