Run... Run... Run. I told myself. Away from the death that was behind me.
The crackling fires of war burned my small village. Not that I cared much about it. Only one blacksmith, a couple houses, a shrine and the market. All being burned down.
My breath is getting deeper. The burgundy kimono around my waist, getting heavier and looser. I never ran this much in my life.
There was a tug, though not strong made me fall onto my hands and knees.
I look back to see one of the soldiers stationed here backed up against me.
"Please," he begged as a dark figure lurked over him.
I watched helplessly as a sword pierced straight trough his armour into his heart. His blood soaked into the fine fabric.
I tried to crawl away from the horrid scene that just played in front of me.
Too late. The dark figure was looking over me. A sword by his side. I look up to see a blood ridden man with piercing blue eyes.
I bent over ready for a final blow to my head.
"I'm not going to kill you. I think you are quite cute actually," his soothing voice told me.
I look up at this strange man," your mistake."
"Hakki, come help this girl up," he said to his blade.
Right before my eyes the blade turns into a petite girl. She extends her hand for mine. Shakily I reach her hand and she lifts me up.
"You have blood all over. Not what a proper lady should be wearing," he tells me.
I sigh,"I had no choice. You did just burn down my entire village and kill everyone in it. Or I assume that was you."
He comes closer to me. I put my hand out trying to get some space between us. My small effort doesn't stand a chance against him. He grabs my hand with a strong grip and pulls me towards him.
A small grin appears on his face. "What beautiful (h/c) hair you have," he whispers to me.
Before I could process what was happening he picked me up bridal style. Dragging me off to somewhere I wouldn't want to be.
"What are you going to do to me? Where are we going? Who are you anyways," I questioned while flailing like a maniac.
The small girl started holding down my legs, as the man held my arms with his free hand.
"I am Yato, a God of war," he responded, flashing off a grin.
I calmed my arms and legs and they let go. I was drifting off from the long day.
I woke up in a traditional quilt. Still covered in dry blood. Beside me Yato was sitting, starring at me. He quickly got out of the gaze he was in.
"There is a kimono on the table and a room where you can wash off at," as he pointed to a door west of the room.
I quickly grabbed the kimono and rush to the room before the blood stained one could fall off.