And there they stood. Two Samurai whom had been friends since the time they were kids, now faced each other as rivals to the death. Each close enough to attack, yet each far enough to defend. The wind picking up its pace as though, it could feel the coming battle. And the Samurai stared at each other without a blinking eye, without a moving muscle. One could only wonder what was going through each other’s mind. Were they contemplating what strike they would use, or were they hoping that the other would back away? Nobody would know. Not even what caused them to end up in this place. This place where the ground stood hollow and firm as though to give each an equal chance in this fight. Hollow yet firm to give one, their friend’s grave. And so the two Samurai, both continued to stand there. Their eyes focused on the others. It was there that in each slight shift of the eye they were having the main of the fight. Each could see the ultimate defense, the final blow. Neither willing enough to blink. And it would be the impatience of the wind that would begin to set the fight. It began by picking up the dust surrounding the Samurai. The wind, blowing tiny sets of pain into both warrior’s eyes. And still they continued to stare. Each fighting back the pain, the urge to blink. But they both knew that if either would have stopped to clean their eyes, the other would strike. And so they continued to stand there. Tears welling in their eyes. Tears wanting to be wiped away. But whether they were tears of pain, or tears of sorrow, that, in the end, it had all come down to this moment, it could not be said for sure. And, with the slightest of steps, the battle was over. No victor would be claimed on this day.
 Dark Arm Alchemist · Sun Mar 08, 2009 @ 03:51am · 2 Comments |
