Waves slammed upon the banks of a small island, located just off the shore Japan. The island is very unknown, and very secluded. A place that seems to linger with the distinctive stench of loneliness. On this island there is a small hut, in which a old hermit lives. He goes by the name of Kuro, but no one truly knows him, for he is on his self claimed island most of the time. He often stands on the banks of his island, the waves nipping at his heels, and wonders of the excitement that is going on in the distant city. "Ohohoho..." he'd say, day dreaming of adventure, and excitement. Alas, he was much to old to be going on any serious adventures, and though he did have a good bit of training, as a student, and as a master, of martial arts. He was still afraid of what may await him in the world.The old hermit was around 5'5, he had a full bear that sort of made him look wise, though in actuality he wasn't the smartest guy. He stood hunched over and his hands crossed in front of his chest squinting his eyes out over the circumference of the island. As he looked along the banks of his island, he noticed a figure in the distant, laying on the bank, not moving at all. He decided he'd check it out, who knows maybe this was the excitement he was longing for...
As he approached the figure, it began to become clear that this was the figure, of a man! He gasped as he saw the lifeless body on the ground, the man wasn't very large and he soon determined that the boy must still be in his teens. The hermit thought he had brownish hair, but the water may have just disfigured the color of his hair. He had a simple white T-shirt on, and a pair of blue jeans. Maybe this wasn't the excitement that he was looking for? He seemed just like a normal kid to the old man. He let out a deep sigh before he hoisted the child onto his shoulder and began walking around the island and back to his hut. Once he was inside his hut, he laid the boy down on a blanket on the ground, covering him with another blanket to keep the child warm. His cloths were soaking wet, and so where the hermits, where the boy had been lain.
The hermit crouched over the boy and examined him thoroughly, making sure there was no bodily harm done to the poor kid. "He must of got taken out to sea.." The old man said softly to himself. He looked towards the wall before standing up and walking towards it, grabbing the staff that was leaning upon it. He walked back to his previous position, crouched over the boy and he let out a deep sigh. As he exhaled he smacked the kid upon the head, with very much force, a large cracking sound echoing through the hut. "WAKE UP BOY!" The old hermit yelled before lifting his staff back into the air, ready to thwak him again if necessary.
The boy shook violently, holding his hand in both of his hands before jumping to his feet and backing into the nearest wall. A tear rolled down his face as he stared at the old man, a look of disdain upon his face. "What was that for, old man!!?!?!?!?!?" he yelled in a slightly high voice.
"You were breathing, but you wouldn't wake up. Instead of yelling at me, show some appreciation youngin."
" Oh..." the kid said, feeling kind of guilty, " Sorry...thanks." he looked around the hut, gathering his surroundings before speaking again "W-Where am I...?"
"You're in my hut, kid. I brought you here when you washed up on my island" The boy figured the hermit must be telling the truth, because in all the commotion he had noticed everything, except his moist cloths which he now was ringing out.
"And who are you?"
"I'm Kuro, the old hermit who owns this isle. If it weren't for me you'd be a goner. I guess you could say I'm a hero." A sly grin spread across his face as he pressed his staff into the floor in front of him.
"Yeah..thanks again.. My name is Kiro by the way."
"Nice to meet your Kiro-san. May I ask what village you hail from?"
Kiro scratched his wet scalp, contemplating the question." I-I can't remember..."
Suddenly Kuro's look changed from happy to kind of confused. " You must have amnesia...but your face does look familiar..." He walked to a drawer, which stood beside his bed and rummaged through it. He pulled out a wanted flyer and examined it thoroughly before deciding this had to be the boy. His mouth opened as he gasped. He turned the flyer to show Kiro, and his mouth dropped as well.
" It can't be..." Kiro said, his face turning a pale white. He began walking towards the old hermit, who showed no fear what so ever. Kiro began reading the flyer aloud, his voice very soft and low. " Kiro Chiyoko. Wanted dead or alive, for being the most devious bandit in all of Japan. Very dangerous, proceed with caution. Recommended killed on sight." Maybe this was the excitement the hermit longed for after all...
~Chapter one is done, be sure to check my profile for weekly updates to the story. Feel free to leave reviews, requests, and advice. (Y)
By @l Colored-Eden l
