Takes of the Lost Shinigami: The Beginning

The Final Chapter

Upon arriving home, Crimson began looking around carefully analyzing the Vicinity of his entire home before walking towards the gates of his home, opening them he proceeded with caution, checking every corner. As he walked around his old home, he began to remember most of his past and all his friends and everyone he knew before becoming a feared as well as, infamous prodigy. Crimson had also remembered the Secret Shrine he had built for his mother out of his love and admiration for her, as he arrived at the shrine, Crimson had fallen to his knees speaking to the altar as if it were his actual mom.

"I am sorry mother I didn't come right in and say hello to you, I had forgotten that you were here." " I know that you're mad because I haven't been home in a long time but I've been busy training, and I've become so good at fighting that I'm hailed as a living prodigy." "I'm not sure if the path I've taken is right or wrong..." "But I'll be sure to tell you once I find out." "I only hope that you don't worry about me too much, and I also hope that you're still doing well as always."

As Crimson began speaking about his day, he would hear a small creek from the wooden floor. Slowly placing his hand near his sword's sheath, he'd quickly attempt to draw his sword as he turned towards the door, but before he could his sword and sheath was kicked away from him.

Seconds later Crimson would feel the cold touch of steel against his neck, as everything had happened so quickly, Crimson had begun feeling neverus as a tingling sensation of fear began running throughout his body, straightening his back as he stared directly at his mother's shrine he began to feel as through his life would end here, at his mother's shrine of all the places he could've lost his life at, it had to be his mother's shrine, letting out a small sigh he would hear the person behind him begin to speak.

"It's very sad Nephew, you spent all that time training and you still have a habit of letting your guard down easily." "I am truly disgusted that someone like you had the birth given right to bear the name of Shinigami." " I'm completely appalled at the fact that she had decided to let you live..." "Abandoning her family for the sake of you, a boy who possesses no keen fighting abilities what so ever."

As the man continued to speak, Crimson had noticed that the blade of the sword had been twisted in the opposite direction of his neck, as the man attempted to thrust the blade into his neck, Crimson had quickly placed his palms on his throat and as the flat side of the sword came into contact with his neck he pushed his palms outward sending the sword flying into one of the vases on his mother's alter as he spoke.
"I refuse to die here, not at my own home nor in the face of my mother."

As Crimson spoke he continued, keeping the constant motion of his arms sending them directly behind him, elbowing the man behind him in the stomach. Stumbling back the man would quickly place his hands on his stomach as he tripped falling out of the doorway of the shrine, as he began gritting his teeth the man would quickly regain his balance. Turning around looking at the man, Crimson would take note of the man's green, vibrant hair as it glistened in the low-toned moonlight, grabbing his sword off the floor as he began walking out of the shrine Crimson would chuckle as he looked at his new enemy. Taking up one of the defensive stances of his fighting style, he'd point his sword towards the green haired man as he rushed towards him screaming.
"Who are you, what are you doing here and you better not be speaking about my mother with you foul tongue."

As Crimson rushed towards the man, he'd attempt to slash his blade across the man's midsection, but as Crimson's sword neared him the man would stand with his legs perfectly together. As Crimson's blade neared the lower half of the man's body he slowly rolled his hand in a wrist flicking motion, around the blade and as he did he'd snap the blade in half, as the top half of Crimson's blade shattered in and split into two, the man would smirk as Crimson slowly hesitated, taking a step back. Crimson would slowly become confused as he realized that he only knew two in his entire life that had been able to successfully break swords or any weapon with that type of stance, were his mother and his father.