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Nimbly, the black cat leaps from one rooftop to the next. Carefully, the feline jumps down the higher portion of the roof, and onto the lower. It crouches low before pouncing, as it soars it becomes a blur of darkness against the blue sky. It lands on the ground, completely silent, and then takes a look around. The small creature's large yellow eyes rest on its target, and then prances onward.
He hums to himself as he walks, a short smile on his face. His pony tail sways from side to side with every step. At first he doesn’t hear the sound of the nearby bell, but then comes to a stop. He looks down, watching as a black cat swings in and out of his legs in a figure-eight motion.
“Hello there.” The young man softly says. He bends down, stroking his long fingers through the cat’s short fur. He scratches under its chin, causing it to purr and the bell to jingle.
A piece of folded paper falls out of the cat’s collar, and lightly hits the earth. The young man stares absentmindedly at the paper for a moment, “What’s this?” He whispers to himself whilst picking it up. As he rises to his full height, the cat dashes away.
He examines the intricately creased paper, recognizing it instantly as origami. A crane. Sliding his fingers gently over a wing, he spots writing on the underside. Very cautiously as to not rip the material, he unfolds the paper animal.
Once he has completed this job, he reads the beautiful script. He then blinks, once. Twice. Finally, the wording sinks in. He then turns around, and begins to stride the opposite direction.
"It looks like dinner will have to wait.” He tells himself, closing his eyes as his close-lipped smile widens just the slightest.
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He walks into the building, the bottoms of his geta (traditional Japanese sandals), clacking against the solid flooring. It was a nice change, though, as he didn’t like it when mud got stuck between the “teeth” of the footwear. But, after a while, the sound gets a bit on the annoying side.
His attention drifts about the room – which appears to be a shop; from the counter that rests towards the front to the pieces of art that appears to be up for sale. The paintings are beautiful, and of either scenery or people. But, nothing caught his interest.
But, this is where the letter had told him to go. . .
His lower lip drops slightly as his mouth opens, as he is about to say something. But, the words are left unspoken as a voice fills the small space: “Tsukino Masanori.”
Opening one eye at the sound of his name, Masanori wanders into the back of the building. He steps through the strips of cloth that hang down a doorway, and into another room. This must be the living quarters. . .
Masanori slides off his geta and keeps them by the opening, and then glances away from the dining space to what must be a bedroom. He slowly moves over to the sliding door, and moves it aside, revealing a girl sitting in the center of the room, her back to him.
She glances over her shoulder to look at him, and laughs.
“I had a feeling it was you, Yasu.” Masanori states with a chuckle.
The girl seems surprised by this, and she turns herself around to completely face him. She slams her fists against the ground, and gives him a somewhat agitated expresion, with the tone to match. “What!? How!?”
Yasu and Masanori then watch as the black cat struts into the room, and Yasu produces a large sigh.
Masanori glances back at Yasu and shakes his head, “You’re the only one I know in this village who actually enjoys the company of cats. . . and is a perfectionist when it comes to origami.”
Her shoulders slouch as she gets to her feet, and stands before Masanori. He is tall, several inches over six feet, giving them a near 12-inch difference. But, her fierceness and confidence are clearly reflected by her eyes. Size wasn’t something that mattered to her.
“You know why I want you here then, correct?” Yasu questions, arching a brow.
Masanori gives a single nod and opens both of his eyes. His voice is no longer soft and teasing, but instead bitter and serious as he says: “Parasyte.”
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The leader looks at his last remaining, fully functioning, follower and nods.
Instantly, the thief listens to this gestured order, and charges straight towards Masanori. “AHHHHHH!” He holds his blade up high, ready to swing down. But, before he can do so, Masanori has held his leg up, and the thief’s face connects with the bottom of his geta.
The leader winces, watching as his thief is frozen in that position – face driven into Masanori’s sandals, blade held high, and legs still in running motion. After a moment, Masanori lowers his leg and takes a step back, allowing the thief’s teeth to fall out, and then for him to fall forward and onto the ground with a thud.
Masanori glances up at the leader, whom glowers.
“What are you?” The leader questions, his voice low and gruff. But, it fit, as this man is probably well near eight feet in height, and packed with muscle.
“Just a travelling man.” Masanori replies, fanning himself once more.
The leader grunts at this, and pulls a massive blade off his back. He lets his arm hang, allowing the bottom of the weapon to hit the ground.
The earth leaps and then rumbles, and Masanori gazes at his fan. He then holds his fan out, as though it is a sword, and aims it at the leader – who produces a bellowing laugh in response.
“I would like you to know the name of the man who took your life, so you can think about it the entire time you’re in the other world.” The leader snorts as he effortlessly swings the massive blade off to the side. Masanori turns his head, and watches as a tree falls in half, once more causing the ground to jump.
“I suppose I would, too.” Masanori lightly chuckles. "It'd be nice to think of at least something while I'm there."
“Yoshikazu. Of the Yuudai clan.” The large man grins.
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Yoshikazu laughs. That blow should have killed the annoying pest. It was one that had killed many others. He is of the Yuudai clan, people blessed with strength and power.
But, his laughter and glory is cut short as Masanori curls his fingers around Yoshikazu’s ankle. Yoshikazu’s eyes bulge as he is lifted into the air as Masanori rises. Masanori then slams Yoshikazu down, his back colliding against the ground. Yoshikazu somersaults backwards, and then gets up to his feet.
When he looks at Masanori, there is something different. Almost. . . terrifying. Yoshikazu’s heart begins to race at a rate that it never has before. He remains perfectly silent and still, wide eyes locked onto Masanori.
Masanori stands, a thin stream of blood running down his straight lips. His expression is blank. He is unsheathing his own katana. . . but at the same time slowly begins to open his eyes. . . which were beginning to change.
Yoshikazu could feel his breath hitch as Masanori fully unsheathes his blade, and points it at him.
But, that wasn’t what was so terrifying. It was his now fully opened eyes that made Yoshikazu want to run away like a kid, crying. They are unlike anything he had ever seen before. NO. He has. But, these are different. They were like those of the Parasyte victims. . . still filled with that same demonic essence. Frightening and overwhelming. But the iris is not a pure red as every other Parasyte’s is, but instead Masanori’s are black. Yet, within the center is a glowing, red, ring.
And, as Masanori takes a step toward Yoshikazu, the air pulsates around him.
"No." Yoshikazu croaks, cowering.
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One of the dozen fish remains, and sitting on the grass with bloated bellies are Yasu and Masanori. They groan, both of them being horribly full. Yasu belches, and Masanori exhales in satisfaction.
“One left.” Yasu tells him. “You can have it.”
“No no no. It’s allllll yours.” Masanori shakes his head.
Reluctantly, Yasu goes to grab it, but stops as she hears footsteps. When Masanori and Yasu look up, standing before them is a young woman – who seems at first confused. Then, the woman’s eyes move over to the empty sticks, that had once held perfectly cooked fish.
She drops the bag she had been holding, and hisses in complete frustration. Several fruits come tumbling out of the bag, and towards Masanori. He is quick to snatch an apple off the ground, and takes a bite of it. Yasu glowers at her idiot companion, a look that said “Really?”
“How dare you. That was my meal! After six hours of fishing!!” The woman unsheathes a blade, and swings at Yasu. She backflips up and onto her feet, avoiding the strike.
“It was him!” Yasu points at Masanori, who has just finished the apple. As Masanori glares at her, she runs away, laughing.
The woman steps up to Masanori, who is still on the ground, too full to get up. She swipes her blade down, and he rolls to the side. She makes another attempt, yet the same thing happens. “Stay still dammit!” By the tenth time, Masanori has rolled a complete circle around her.
His back on the floor, and hands up in surrender, he calls out, “Wai-!”
But, he is silenced as the woman drives her blade straight down. She smiles, and pulls her blade out of his skull.
She can’t.
When the woman looks down to see what the problem is, she gasps. "Wh-what the hell!?"
Masanori had caught the tip of the blade between his teeth. She tries to pull it out of his mouth, but is unable to. He bites down harder, and smiles. The woman doesn’t have time to register the next move. Masanori flicks his head back, and the woman is flung onto the ground behind him. She hits, hard.
Masanori gets to his feet, and brushes the grass off himself. He opens his mouth to remove the katana, and places it by the woman – who is knocked out.
As Masanori goes to leave the woman’s camp, he grabs the last fish. . .
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-Kōbashī Village-
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Masanori and Yasu walk into Kōbashī Village. This was probably Yasu’s favorite village. It’s peaceful, yet still energetic. Also, there was so much art. Even the buildings were like art to her. And it reminded her of her parents – who were the original owners of her shop. . . which explains all of the paintings.
She looks at Masanori, who has been ignoring her since the moment he had caught up in the forest. He stares straight ahead, fanning himself.
“Hey, I apologized for ratting you out like that.” Yasu sighs, going to slug his arm. But, Masanori shoots her a glare that she narrowly dodges with a roll of her eyes. “AND leaving you.”
“Well sometimes saying ‘I’m sorry’ just isn’t enough.” Masanori huffs, looking forward once more and closing his eyes.
Yasu wasn’t used to seeing Masanori open his eyes. The only time he did was usually when glaring. . . or when surprised. Anything like that. Otherwise, they’re always shut. Even when fighting.
Yasu could easily say she is impressed by him. But, she’d never tell Masanori that.
“Alright then. I could give you a little. . .” Yasu begins to pull down a portion of her top.
Masanori swiftly uses his fan to swat her hand away and flick her top back up. “Don’t ever do that again.” He scolds.
“Well you said saying sorry isn’t enough. . .” Yasu mutters.
“And I would not allow for you to EVER do that. Not for me, or anyone. Got it?” Masanori glowers, startling Yasu. She is quick to nod.
“Don’t worry. I forgave you as soon as I caught back up. . . I wasn’t angry to begin with.” Masanori shakes his head. A lie. He had been upset.
“WHEW!” Yasu sighs in relief, wiping imaginary sweat away from her forehead. “Good!” She exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.
Masanori lightly chuckles, fanning himself once more. But, he stops, and glances over at the boat that passes by. He tenses for a moment, holding his breath. Yasu realizes this, and looks at him in question.
“What’s up?” Yasu wonders aloud.
Masanori continues to fan himself, and keeps walking. “Nothing nothing. Just thought I saw something. But, I suppose I was just seeing things.” He shrugs.
Yasu puffs her cheeks out, knowing that he’s hiding something. Yet, she sprints to get back up to his side, and the two walk in synch beside one another.
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The two sit in the open space of the home, a candle in the center of them. Though the flame between them was small, Yasu could feel its warmth. She closes her eyes, welcoming the heat. She inhales, and opens her eyes to stare intently at the elderly woman.
“Shigeko. . .” Yasu whispers, her breath brushing against her barely parted lips.
“I am glad you came to visit.” Shigeko gently smiles at the girl.
Yasu nods, and then states, “I’m traveling with a samurai. . . and we are going to destroy every single one of those godforsaken demons.” Her voice had quickly gone from quiet to a ragged snarl. Yasu’s fingers are curled, clenching onto the fur that rests on her lap.
“You are?” Shigeko muses, tilting her head just the slightest.
“Yes.” Yasu firmly replies, regaining composure.
Shigeko takes a lethargic look around the room, heavily sighing. Her attention skims from one painting to another. There weren’t as many as one would think. . . but there is a reason for that.
“This is because of your parents, isn’t it, Yasu?” Shigeko returns to gazing sincerely at Yasu.
Once more, her answer is a solid: “Yes.”
“And you are willing to put the life of another, this samurai. . . on the line?” Shigeko wonders aloud.
Again. “Yes.” But, Yasu lowers her head this time.
“Your parents were wonderful people, Yuna and Kosuke.” Shigeko is lightly smiling once more. “They were brilliant, and beautiful. Just as you are. They were my greatest pupils, too. Art seemed to come so naturally to the both of them.” Her voice seems to drift.
Yasu, in need of changing the subject before she finds herself crying, says, “Speaking of art, there used to be so much here. . .”
“Ah. Yes.” Shigeko sighs, the frown returning. “Someone has been stealing artwork. But. . . not mine.” She shakes her head before adding: “Your mother’s first paintings.”
Yasu’s eyes widen at this, and her brows knit together.
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“This is so. . . weird. . .” Yasu mutters to herself as she walks through the candlelit building. Her mother’s paintings take over most of the space, both old and new. Yasu even recognized some as artwork that had gone missing from her own shop months ago.
“Who the hell. . .” She hisses between her teeth. The light pitter patter of feet is the only other sound the Yasu hears, due to the cat trailing closely at her side.
Yasu then comes to a halt as someone calls out from the surrounding shadows, “Do you like my collection?”
She reaches for her gun that's on her back, but a hand grabs hers. Yasu whirls around and goes to kick the person, but another hand catches her calf. They shove her back, and she flips before landing. The figure steps out of the shadows, and Yasu snarls.
“Who are you? What are you doing with my mother’s paintings!?” Yasu screeches. The cat hisses, fur standing on end. The man just gives a low chuckle.
“I am Nobuyuki Idaina.” He introduces himself. “And I am the man who should have been with your mother.”
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Rep: A man is seen in a doctor's office.... he has very little clothing on showing a muscular build... he is treating a woman's dislocated shoulder...she is hesitant..."Are you sure your a doctor... your awfully young, well built and Hot" she says
The man smiles... "Im a traveling doctor... im 21 years old now but i spent 2 years focused on medical studies day and night... i had made a promise that i would learn medicine to heal ... and im not a expert but im pretty damn good still learning... and there you go" he says getting her shoulder back into the socket but her rob slips down revealing her breast
The man stares at the large breast and his face goes red....the woman see's this..."AAHHH PERVERT" she screams slapping him repeatedly...."Ahh no miss ... your mistaken... ahhh LADY" he says as he catches her arm... "Im sorry" he says as she slaps him one more time before walking out.... "YOUR A PERVERT DOCTOR YASHIRO" she says
Yashiro sits down... "Im not... ahhh" he sighs out of frustration
The man smiles... "Im a traveling doctor... im 21 years old now but i spent 2 years focused on medical studies day and night... i had made a promise that i would learn medicine to heal ... and im not a expert but im pretty damn good still learning... and there you go" he says getting her shoulder back into the socket but her rob slips down revealing her breast
The man stares at the large breast and his face goes red....the woman see's this..."AAHHH PERVERT" she screams slapping him repeatedly...."Ahh no miss ... your mistaken... ahhh LADY" he says as he catches her arm... "Im sorry" he says as she slaps him one more time before walking out.... "YOUR A PERVERT DOCTOR YASHIRO" she says
Yashiro sits down... "Im not... ahhh" he sighs out of frustration
Neither Black or White I am the GRAY