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The Torn Brothers
Chapter one
"Takashiro you must stop this madness right now! I cant let you keep on killing innocent people," Takahrio yelled at his younger brother. "Is this what mother would have wanted? Fifteen years of murder, all to find father!" Takashiro turned to his older brother, Takahiro, with a smirk he held his katana over two dead bodies dripping in blood. "Big brother, you'll never understand. These people knew father; they knew where he is hiding. They didn't tell me so they suffered the consequences."
He turned around and started to walk away when he heard the sound of a katana being drawn. "Brother, you know as well as I know my techniques far surpass that of yours," Takashiro chuckled turning around to face his brother, readying his sword for their first duel in five years. "But if you insist on fighting then I will be more than happy to kill you." Takahiro stood before his brother neverously waiting. His attacks, unlike his brother's, were defensive, not offensive. The two brothers stared each other down for fifteen long minutes. Then the sun ducked behind the distant trees that were blowing in the wind. With a flash Takashiro attacked using his first style of Spengotena. Takahiro pulled up his sword just in the nick of time of to avoid being stabbed but didn't react fast enough to dodge his brother's sheath. The sheath hit Takahiro's chest with enough force to make him fall to one knee. "You see, big brother, my Spengotna has no weakness. I can mix and match any of the three styles to create powerful attacks," Takashiro said has he readied for another attack. Suddenly voices came from the darkness." Stop in the name of the law, Takashiro." Takashiro look in the direction of the voices and chuckled. "Looks like our duel is put on a stand still. Till next time, Takahiro." With that being said Takashiro vanished into the dark. Takahiro got up slowly and started to run in another direction. The two of them were both wanted men. Takashiro wanted for murder and Takahiro wanted for interupting police matters.
Later that night Takahiro found himself sitting next to a camp fire cooking a fine stew. A man walked up behind him. This man kicked the back of his head," So Takahiro I see you let your brother escape again," the man had said. Takahiro fell slightly but quickly got back to his feet and stared at the man. When he saw that it was his friend and the chief of police he chuckled. "So Damian you gonna take me in this time or give me a running start like always." They both laughed at the statement for a few moments. Takahiro gave his old friend a bowl of hot stew. Damian took it with a smile, "Well this time I've come here in need of help. You see your younger brother is targeting major officials thinking they know the location of your father." Takahiro froze upon hearing the news. Takahiro thought to himself, "Brother, your going too far, first innocent people and now officials? I gotta stop this as soon as I can." He stared down at his stew and with a calm voice he replied, "Mr. Chief of Police I will do everything in my power to stop my younger brother, Takashiro, even if it costs me my life."
Chapter Two
"Damn you Takahiro you're getting in my way again!" Takashiro said to himself angrily. Takashiro stopped running when he got to a small town. Every time a police officer showed up he would kill them. He walked to a big white house and opened up the doors. Maids and servants quickly came to him and took his jacket. One tried to take his sword from him but by the time he got to the sheath his hand was on the floor. No one saw what had happened it was too quick. "Try to take my sword again you'll lose more then just your hand. Now get out of my sight!" Takashiro yelled. Everyone in the room ran without a second thought. Takashiro walked into the living room and sat in a big black chair that could fit two people. Takashiro was a man to be feared, the only emotion he knew was anger. He didn't care who you were or where you came from. In his eyes if you know his father and if you lived you would only die another day. "Marcus!!" Takashiro yelled. An old man came from around the coner and stopped 50 feet from Takashiro. "Yes what can I do for you master Takashiro?" The old man replied. Takashiro threw his katana at the old man. He was a man that at one point served under his family and Takashiro intended to keep it that way. "Go clean that and put it away, then bring me some supper I am starving." The old man grabbed the katana and bowed walking away. A few minutes later the old man came back with a sixteen ounce T-bone steak. Takashiro took the plate and shooed him away and began to eat. After his meal was finished he set the plate on the end table beside him and slowly drifted off to sleep. His dreams were invaded by that day fifteen years ago.
It was dawn and the brothers were still young. Takashiro was helping his father in the yard with the field. The work he and his father did helped him train in the art of swordsmanship. As for Takahiro, he was inside helping his mother. He learned that a life is meant to be held dear to your heart and not to be taken. Out of the morning sunshine bandits and slave traders attacked. Takashiro and their father held the front of the house, while Takahiro protected their mother inside. The bandits attacked without mercy. Takashiro and his father held the bandits for the most part for most of the morning. Even though Takahiro wasn't outside he still managed to fight the ones that entered the house. Among the bodies of the bandits falling due to blunt injuries, Takashiro wasn't one of them. He just finished putting two more bandits to the ground when he looked to his fathers location, But he was no where to be found.
When morning he opened his eyes and muttered "Father" to himself. Takashiro got up and walked over to where his sword was. Once he got there he grabbed it and froze for a second. As he held the katana he thought to himself, "Father I swear I'll find you and I'll kill you." He walked to the front door opening it and walked out of town. He had his mind set on finding and killiing his father. He got so caught up in finding him that he didn't notice the group of ten gunmen in front of him. "Your that man, Takashiro the heartless," one had said. The man snapped his fingers and all nine members raise their rifles at him. "Ok, here are your choices, one is die and two..." he couldn't finish his sentence. Takashiro had his katana behind the guys neck."Ten men if you wanna kill me bring more, those men weren't even worth my time to kill." Takashiro commented as nine of the ten men lay on the ground. Their bodies had one single thrust to the neck. A technique he had mastered a long time ago. "And now your slowing me down." The man trembled in fear. He couldn't move his arms and legs went numb and his voice gone. "I'll let you live if you answer my question right." The man nodded "I'll...I'll try to be right." Takashiro pulled his katana back a few inches and asked, "Where is my father?" The thug shook his head, "I have no idea who your......" Takashiro thursted the blade of his katana all the through the mans neck and quickly pulled it out. He swung it once to get the blood off of it and put it back in its sheath. He thought to himself, "You knew where father is, you didn't tell me so you left me with little choice." Takashiro started to walk again heading west. He was always going west, ever since that fateful day fifteen years ago.
Chapter Three
Takahiro slept all night thinking bout what his