A Plunged Heart. (Open)

[sunshangxiang95]

~Liang~

The moon in the night sky sparkled beams of light through the hills. Walking along a hill, patched with tombstones, Liang looked around. These were all the men, women, and children that died in the bandit attack. She came across three tombstones, two were weathered down, and one was rather new. She thrusted her sword into the ground and knelled to the two old graves. “Mother……Father...” She whispered to herself. Tears came cascading down her painful face. She held back the flashbacks with everything she could. Her heart was broken enough, she didn’t want to go through that experience again.

Liang turned back to look at all of her friends’ graves. Her mind was swarming with her flashbacks as she held her head down. She felt a strong pressure in her head as her sight began to flash. Another flashback Liang did not want to be apart of began to ravage her mind. Fire’s dispersed through her sight as innocent children were being slaughtered. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare but closing her eyes wouldn’t get rid of the sight. The scene changed from a bloody rampage to Yue holding the dagger above 2 month old Liang. She watches from the point of view of her past self. She watched her mother die defending her baby until help arrived.

Liang flashed back into reality and embraced her mother’s tombstone. Tear ran down her face and onto the ground below. “It’s my entire fault mother, I caused your death!” She cried out in pain. Her sword drew her attention away from her mother’s grave as the moonlight reflected off of it. She remembered that her mother gave her the name “Moonlit Maiden” and said she was destined to do good. She was doing what her mother wanted. She was helping her new family unite China under a peaceful banner. The tears stopped but the pain stayed in her heart.

She moved to the newer grave marked “Yue Qiao”. “Sister...” She whispered. Her face was motionless. She didn’t know what to feel. This woman was her sister, but her enemy at the same time. Emotions were hard to come by when your own family wanted to kill someone you loved. It had been 1 year ago that Liang had killed Yue. She remembered every small detail of that day. Her sword had her own flesh and blood on it. She would carry the burden of it for the rest of her life.

She sat in front of the threes tombstones and reminiscing about her life with the Sun family and trying to cheer herself up. The wind came in and sent chills up her spine. It was rather cold on this night. Liang’s tears were frozen into her soul. Her heart has been plunged into the darkest depths before. She leaned her head against her fathers graves and brought her legs up to her chest to keep herself warm.

[Zhu Jian (Malarky)]

Zhu Jian sat quietly not to far from a graveyard. He had his odachi shoved into the ground and he was leaning against it. His eyes were closed, his mind thinking. It was good to get away from everyone, he thought. The wind blew and he drew his cloak in tighter. He was used to the heat, not to the cold.

He heard a commotion and opened his eyes and found a girl running and knelt besides the tomb stones. She was crying. He heard her say mother and father, his heart sank. He had never known his family. He was alone from the start. He hated it when children's parents are taken away. He stood up and looked at her. She too had white hair like him. He looked at her in her sadness and quietly walked up behind her.

He stood behind her for a few moments before he took off his cloak and wrapped it around the girl, "You shouldn't be out here without a something to keep you warm." He said quietly, he sat down not to far from the girl on her right side. He looked at her with deciphering eyes. He could tell she was trying to forget the things that plague her thoughts now and he thought of himself, how much he had to go through before he became numb to anything and everything.

[Yen Wang (Burai)]

“So this is what they call a graveyard?” Yen Wang looked around, periodically coming to a halt to examine some of the tombstones. “Such an atrocious scenery!” His voice was full of malice, “How could anyone want to be buried in this pile of trash...” He said, as he brought forth his weapon; placing it around his shoulders. “Those of you who enjoy your eternal slumber, I should wake you and have your souls filled eith rage." Yen Wang swiftly kicked over aTombstone, as it fell over He picked it up and threw it into another.

“There is nothing honorable about the dead; only with how they die and are remembered. Now you memory shall be tarnished, by me forever!” Yen Wang found joy in desecrating the graves of the dead. This act was his judgment on those who lay dormant in such a pathetic place. He crushed a few more tombstones, when he finally noticed a couple. They weren’t to fair away, Yen wang decided that he would go enlighten them with his presence.

He kept his weapon around his neck and casually walked, he witness an act of kindess, which induced vomiting. Burai leaned over to the side and caught it before it had a chance to escape. “Ugh..I don’t know what came over me. That feeling was repulsive, tch..” Yen Wang regained his composer and continued to walk over to them. Once he arrived he simply stared, and awaited a greeting.

[Sun Qing Liang]

As she leaned against her mother's grave Liang felt a wark embrace of some sort of cloth wrapping around her. She tried not to wince back with this sudden change in temperature around her. She was feared by the idea of ghosts and beings beyond this life. The people of Wu gave her strange looks when she talked about life on the "other side". Another reason she felt isolated in her own home. She believed that her mother was watching over her and guiding her through her choices. Her rason for coming to a place she feared was because of her mother.

She gazed towards the man wrapping the blanket around her. Her eyes glaring at the man as he intruded into her personal space. "Tch...men... they never like to mind their own business when it comes to women. Pitiful toys.." She said to herself. Her and Shangxiang were a like in almost everyway, except Liang was stubborn and said things the way she wanted it to. She didn't sugar-coat anything especially to people who didn't deserve such a noble act. " Don't you know it's very rude to intrude on a woman who's grieving the death of loved ones?" She said disregarding his future reaction to her ignorance.

The piercing sound of crashing stones rang through Liang's ears. She jumped up and saw a loner defiling Liang's friend's gravesites. Her belief in ghosts made her immune to brats looking for attention such as this man, crashing through cemertaries. The frustration of not being able to grieve alone began to irritate her patience. She stompped over to her sword and pulled it out from the cold ground and hid it away in her sheath. " Could you please move your noises to maybe the cemetary across the road? I'm trying to grieve here!" She yelled. All she wanted was some time alone with her deceased family.

[Zhu Jian (Malarky)]

Zhu Jian wasn't put off at all. She was hurt and he knew. And stubborn. He could tell that as well. His black eyes dulled, "I was just thinking of your health. If I let a lady get sick, what kind of man am I? A piece of shit?" Zhu Jian laughed. But it was half hearted. He himself used to hurt alot. But now... He just didn't feel anything. Every now and then he felt something for Mei Xin... Like a sisterly love, but... He didn't think of her in the way she wants him.

As he heard the stones getting destroyed he immediately pulled out his knives. He turned to the noise to see a man come out and spout something. The woman acted hostile as he came near. As he heard that she wanted to be alone, Zhu Jian nodded and walked away, leaving his cloak. He walked over to the man and asked, "Why do you defile the tombs of the dead?"

[Yen Wang (Burai)]

An atrocious noise filled the air, “Is that the sound of an annoying shrew?” Yen Wang said in disbelief. He lifted his hands up in the air and sighed. “I like here!” He replied as he kicked another tomb over. “They are just about bunch of stones, why cherish them?” He said with a sickening grin.

Yen Wang lifted his left hand up slowly; dismissing the brute from his sight. “Why does this neanderthal approach me?” He hoped his gesture would send him away, but perhaps he was too primitive to understand the simple gesture. “Defile, why do you defile me with your presence?” He tilted his left hand to the side and brushed it aside; the motion was from right to left. “The dead have no purpose for graves; they are dead, not living. Only the living have a purpose for cemeteries, a place where they can visit their decreased.”

What a fool, Yen Wang didn’t defile these poor souls he gave them something more. Short minded ignorant fools, of course they wouldn’t see the purpose of Yen Wang’s actions. “Kicking over a few tombstones upset you?" He said in a mocking tone, "If what I’m doing is so terrible, the heavens would’ve interrupted me, but they didn’t they allowed my judgment to continue.” Yen Wang lifted his tri staff off his neck with his right hand; he held it at the middle section.

He eyes looked at the shrew and then at the neanderthal. "I would put those kicthen knives back where you found them before you have and accident."

[Sun Qing Liang]

Liang listened as the man's distasteful voice filled her ears. This man was full of himself. She looked at the man who drew his weapons. " Withdraw your weapons, your just feeding this child's love for attention." She adviced. She walked over to her mother's grave as the crashing of stones rang through the air.A tear rolled down her chin and dropped onto the tombstone.

The pain of hearing her friend's burial spot being manipulated was heart-wrenching. Her patience was growing thin. Her palms urge to grab her sword were growing, but she set those emotions aside and held in her anger. Showing this man her hate would further his painful actions. She found a small flowerbed full of roses that have wilted and died, except for three roses. A red, a white, and an orange rose were full of life.

Liand walked over and knelt down and took a moment to observe these floweres as the wind blew against them. . " How can you still be alive?" She thought to herself as she plucked the few roses out of the frigidly cold ground. She looked at the three graves and then at the man causing the disturbance. She stood up and walked over to the man and held out the three roses in front of him. " If you want me to disregard your actions you can make it up by doing me a favor. From the left set the Orange,White and Red roses on the graves in that order." She offered. She looked up at the moon and her eyes sparkled in the light to see if she was doing the right thing in letting this man do such a noble deed. She wanted to believe that there was good in even the most vile people and she wanted to give this man a chance. She was glad ShangXiang wasnt here or else she would be at this man's throat already and Liang would have had yet another enemy. SHe knew her gesture was strange, but she had her own way of letting people close to her.

[Zhu Jian (Malarky)]

((SORRY it took so damn long!))
Zhu Jian snorted. Such a self conceited man. So pathetic. In his life he hated men like this. So... stupid. They believed themselves to be all knowing and all powerful, unable to lose in any situation. The kind that is blinded by their own arrogance and sickening narcissism. His kind made him sick, "Neanderthal? You take me as stupid. While I am quite intelligent. You however, I must worry about."

Zhu Jian laughed when he talked of the heavens, "Why would the heaven's care at all. It's all the world anyway. How could you disrespect someone who gave their life dying for their people?" Zhu Jian said. This made him angry. Zhu Jian did drink blood. Yes he did defile people's bodies why they were alive, but he wouldn't mess with a dead body. It was sick in many ways.

Zhu Jian laughed once more, "Kitchen Knives? You obviously think that the bigger the blade the better. If you believe that then look at my odachi." Zhu Jian pulled out his odachi, "The combination of these weapons is far greater than any one weapon. You... Seem unlearned in many ways. I see you are a narrow minded imbecile who seems to think he knows what is right."

As the girl spouted at them he laughed, "Girl, I come to comfort yet you throw me away. That is fine. But if two people are in an argument, please don't interfere. I have nothing against you, but don't be stupid." Zhu Jian said. He hoped this would anger her. He wants excitement.

[Yen Wang (Burai)]

Yen Wang grinned at the woman as she held back her temper. Perhaps it was wrong of him, a deity, to tease her. He pondered what was going through her head. To see such a being, causing destruction on her precious burial ground. She suddenly knelt down and picked up three flowers that survived his carnage. Such a feat itself needed to be rewarded, both her and the flowers. “I am not a deity, without compassion, though it is somewhat lacking…You wouldn’t understand the burden I bare.”

“I’ll grant you your wish, but in time you’ll have to return the favor…” He gently grasped the flowers from her hand and walked over to each grave and placed a rose on them. He didn’t care about the arrangement, and put them down randomly.

As he finished he heard a pig snort; Yen Wang casually turned around to hear the Neanderthal talking non-sense. He decided to enlighten the buffoon on his little rant. “A wise man doesn’t have to tell a fool what he is…The fool shows the world, how ignorance is bliss,” Yen Wan shrugged at the man, “The heavens didn’t care when they made you. Or, rather when hell and its demons rejected and you spat you out. As for these graves, they are nothing… Nothing but memories for the living. They only have meaning to those whom buried them. These graves by themselves are worthless they tarnish the dead. Let me as you this, what sick minded cretin puts a body in the ground to; trapping the soul within the ground for an eternity?”


Yen Wang flicked his bangs and glared at the Neanderthal. “You are truly moronic, if you believe the dead want such a pathetic memorial! These graves are nothing more than prisons for the dead; the living taunt their souls endlessly!” He found himself rather emotional, this was new and an odd feeling. He wanted it out; “If I am so ‘unlearned’ take arms. Show me your strength or simply Shut up, this woman has more importance than you. Follow her example. You’ll live much longer.”