Partying with Katakiuchi

[Nas]

(ehmm so I was reminded about my writings soo eh I decided to write something not too serious, short....hopefully and fun sooo yea this gonna be wild....maybe xP)

“Hey pass me the sake !!” A burly man shouted to one of his comrades. The camp  was filled with a buzz of energy and laughter. Men and women alike celebrate as equals after a mission completed without any loss.

A mercenary army, two to three hundred strong, built up of both ninja and the ordinary soldier. With no surface goal or aim, they follow one man without question.

The feasted and partied as the day went on into the night, with the sheer size of the group, their  celebration became a sort of festival.

A man raises his cup high a captain of a select squad speaks to his group, “all of you listen!!” The tall man shouts from the top of his lungs only to catch the attention of a few of his soldiers, “I'd like to…hhic.. Sorry I'd like to make a toad…” His speech cut short as his head drop to the ground, rolling into the middle of his men.

“Sorry I hope I didn't interrupt something.” A hooded figure rose up. The rest of the men drunk and confused watched as the decapitated body for their captain slumped to the ground. The hooded man  turned round to face the men, his left eye seemed to glow with a yellow tint. With a hysterical laugh the man disappeared followed by heads dropping to the ground.

Less than a minute later the whole camp was in a panic, soldiers ran around, tripping over one another, their comrades  dropped like flies, dazed, confused they picked up weapons, swinging furiously, attacking an invisible enemy. “Ahem!” A loud cough from behind catching the attention of a group of soldiers.

A silver haired man stood opposite them resting on a giant sword. To his left was a dark skinned kid who yawned as he pulled out a katana from behind him. “Let's just get this over and done with” the dark skinned moaned, “Why the rush!!?” The silver haired ninja laughed as he rushed in sword first.....
                  

[Manuster]

im guessing the bored kid is you? nice

good job

[Sanji]

nice,you're story's always are gr8. 

[Rapho]

I've drawn enough characters to know who those two are.
I'd love to read more of it. Good Job, Nas!

[vipto]

im guessing the bored kid is you? nice

good job

correct me if i am wrong but the ones in that story is ken and taiga

[Sanji]

im guessing the bored kid is you? nice

good job

correct me if i am wrong but the ones in that story is ken and taiga

i am sure one is ken but the other one meh

[vipto]

im guessing the bored kid is you? nice

good job

correct me if i am wrong but the ones in that story is ken and taiga

i am sure one is ken but the other one meh

i say taiga because of the hoodie and "left eye seemed to glow with a yellow tint" sounds like taiga xD (go check his character)

[Shivraj]

I think it's Taiga (the hooded man), Ken and Nas, so Pride, Lust and Sloth.
Kudos @Nas nice short story <3

[Nas]

Ahh thanks guys :3 and yes so far it's Taiga, me and Ken.....so far... XD

[Nas]

( xD Thanks to @Ken for reminding me to finished this... I recommend reading the first part again to make sense of it all I guess.)



Part 2

The mercenaries had finally come back to their senses, the alcohol forcefully rushed out their system, captains barked orders to assemble their squads as spread out in formation to counter attack. A young masked boy stood in the middle, surrounded by soldiers. “Wait Envy!” A voice shouted from behind them, two men stood facing the soldiers

A short man with grey hair covering his left hair and a taller white haired man with half his face covers in bandages, moved towards the group of soldiers. “Wrath??.” The grey haired Greed crouched as he called out to his partner. Wrath holding a cold expression in his eyes, nodded and spoke behind his bandages. “Where is it?...” with a slight pause he continued before anyone of the soldiers could speak back, “now think before you answer, I won't repeat myself”. The soldiers shared a look between themselves. The biggest of them pushed himself forward, a giant axe held in his right hand, with a laugh he burst out. “Who do you think yo….” He stopped midway, he couldn't continue, each time he tried to speak blood spluttered out his mouth. Blood dripped down his lips from his mouth, his eyes opened wide, his pupils darted around widely as he tried to figure out why he began choking on his own blood. The mans arms fell to the ground and so did his legs followed by the rest of his body, he wriggled in pain while his comrades could only watch in confusion.


Lust moved around the camp swift and majestic as he cleaved soldiers in half, chuckling as their screams were cut short. These soldiers were amateurs, kids compared to Lust. The soldiers with all their numbers were still at a disadvantage. Sloth only followed in this trail of blood and corpses Lust had left for him. Moving forward carefully, Sloth tried to make sure to not unnecessarily step in puddles of blood and guts, playing with his black painted fingernails and left everything to Lust who seemed be to enjoying himself.

The smallest of the attackers Envy had found himself in the middle of another group. Without a moments thought Envy rushed at the soldiers. With amazing speed Envy seemed to disappear and appear instantaneously. From one soldier to another bones broke, arms and legs ripped apart, without mercy Envy tore through the soldiers with his bare hands, simply darting off to find more victims.

The site was still as live as ever, as buzz if energy and screams filled the camp. Men and women alike fell as equals  after a mission completed.

They screamed in agony and pain as night turned to dawn, with the sheer size of this group their corpses had completely covered the ground they had celebrated on hours before. It became a graveyard with the stench of fresh blood and burnt bodies.

[Ken]

( xD Thanks to @Ken for reminding me to finished this... I recommend reading the first part again to make sense of it all I guess.)



Part 2

The mercenaries had finally come back to their senses, the alcohol forcefully rushed out their system, captains barked orders to assemble their squads as spread out in formation to counter attack. A young masked boy stood in the middle, surrounded by soldiers. “Wait Envy!” A voice shouted from behind them, two men stood facing the soldiers

A short man with grey hair covering his left hair and a taller white haired man with half his face covers in bandages, moved towards the group of soldiers. “Wrath??.” The grey haired Greed crouched as he called out to his partner. Wrath holding a cold expression in his eyes, nodded and spoke behind his bandages. “Where is it?...” with a slight pause he continued before anyone of the soldiers could speak back, “now think before you answer, I won't repeat myself”. The soldiers shared a look between themselves. The biggest of them pushed himself forward, a giant axe held in his right hand, with a laugh he burst out. “Who do you think yo….” He stopped midway, he couldn't continue, each time he tried to speak blood spluttered out his mouth. Blood dripped down his lips from his mouth, his eyes opened wide, his pupils darted around widely as he tried to figure out why he began choking on his own blood. The mans arms fell to the ground and so did his legs followed by the rest of his body, he wriggled in pain while his comrades could only watch in confusion.


Lust moved around the camp swift and majestic as he cleaved soldiers in half, chuckling as their screams were cut short. These soldiers were amateurs, kids compared to Lust. The soldiers with all their numbers were still at a disadvantage. Sloth only followed in this trail of blood and corpses Lust had left for him. Moving forward carefully, Sloth tried to make sure to not unnecessarily step in puddles of blood and guts, playing with his black painted fingernails and left everything to Lust who seemed be to enjoying himself.

The smallest of the attackers Envy had found himself in the middle of another group. Without a moments thought Envy rushed at the soldiers. With amazing speed Envy seemed to disappear and appear instantaneously. From one soldier to another bones broke, arms and legs ripped apart, without mercy Envy tore through the soldiers with his bare hands, simply darting off to find more victims.

The site was still as live as ever, as buzz if energy and screams filled the camp. Men and women alike fell as equals  after a mission completed.

They screamed in agony and pain as night turned to dawn, with the sheer size of this group their corpses had completely covered the ground they had celebrated on hours before. It became a graveyard with the stench of fresh blood and burnt bodies.

Awesome! I enjoyed reading it