Shinna\' Past

Shinna Past

This is a Yaoi and will contain graphic violence.

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Chapter one
Prologue
Not all History is Known
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The tape player clicked signalling that it was recording. The small bare room contained only two wooden chairs and a wooden table. The silver metallic tape player slowly turned as the tape recorded. A young gentle man sat at the table. His face fresh and filled with interest. Although he seemed fun his outfit said the opposite. His tweed suit dull and un-creased. He man looked up to see a small brunette with his back to him staring out of a dank dirty window; his long black cloak touched the floor. He cleared his throat.

“Mr Yagami everything is ready.” The young man said in his obviously untrained interviewing voice.

The brunette turned. His cloak opened and hung off his shoulder. Underneath his cloak he wore a white frill collared and cuffed shirt. He wore black leather trousers and black smart shoes. The man named Yagami looked straight into the young mans eyes; his brown eyes shined with delight.

“Well Mr Wright I believe we should get started.” Mr Yagami replied.

“Well Mr Yagami I would like to know what powers you have?” Mr Wright asked.

“Please call me Taichi. Now…. Vermillion wasn’t it?” Taichi said in a deep mysterious voice.

“Yes it is.” Vermillion answered his voice filled with wonder.

“How about I tell the tale and you ask questions at the end?” Taichi said enchantedly walking past the window and leaning against the wall.

Vermillion sat back and placed his hand in his pocket. When he removed his hand he pulled out a pen and notebook. He flipped open the notebook and clicked his pen.

“Good to see you prepared.” Taichi’ voice almost seemed to sing.

“What I am going to tell you today is not a tale or myth but it is the truth. Before war, before the Salem Witch hunts, there was one other place that existed. Unknown to all, wiped from history because what came to past there was bigger then any other event of any importance. To me what you humans have suffered and been through was nothing to what I have seen.” Taichi’ voice seemed to drop and become filled with what seemed sadness.

Vermillion wrote down every word that Taichi spoke. The sound of pen on paper echoed through the room. Taichi closed his eyes and listened. The sound of the tape spinning seemed as clear as a car horn to him. People walking on the street below echoed like screams in his ears. Slowly he opened his eyes and walked towards the table. Placing a hand on the chair he pulled it back and spun it around so its back now faced the table. Straddlerling the chair Taichi sat down and crossed his arms on the back of the chair. Vermillion looked up his blue eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Please go on.” Vermillion pushed him to carry on.

Taichi raised his right hand. His last two fingers curled inwards and touched his palm. His thumb out to one side and his index and middle finger were pressed close together.

“Never rush an artist.” He replied in a slow voice.

Suddenly a flame appeared floating above Taichi’ fingers. The flames simmered and danced above his fingers. The flame moved with such precession as if it was being controlled. Vermillion stared at the small flame in front of him. His eyes moved upwards to look into Taichi’. His eyes widened as he saw fire rolling around within the brunette’s eyes.

“Do I scare you?” He questioned Vermillion.

“Erm no, I’m just shocked that you are willing to do such things in front of me.” Vermillion stuttered his answer.

Taichi blew at the flame and it flicked towards Vermillion then went out. Lowering his hand he placed it within his cloak and pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. Suddenly the cigarette began to smoke. Removing it from his mouth he let out a long smoked filled breath.

“That’s good to hear. Now as I was saying. Let me take you back. The year is 1243 not lot going on in the history books but in a small English country side village, its inhabitants only 50 people. A small church, very small school building and of course a court house waiting for any law breakers of this place. I was born and raised there in the village of Shinna. I went to school, went to church, fell in love and became the man I am today.” He spoke slowly and unease.

He closed his eyes then opened them. He was now standing in the middle of a village. The lush green grass blew gentle around his feet. His cloak gone along with his shirt and leather trousers. They were replaced with a light brown ruff woollen top and matching trousers. Upon his feet he had sheep skin shoes.

“Taichi!” A voice shouted.

He turned and say a blonde haired blue eyed young man wearing the same as he was running towards him. The young man stopped in front of him, he was breathing heavily.

“Yamato, What is going on friend?” Taichi questioned him.

“I have something I wish to tell you.” He replied in short breaths.

The two began to walk out of the village. They passed the houses and the court house. The walked into the woods, the wind blew the fallen leaves around their feet. Their hair blew gentle in the breeze. Soon a clearing came into view. A large log was on the ground. Taichi took a seat upon the log and watched as Yamato walked over to a tree and leant against it.

“What do you want to tell me?” Taichi asked in a intrigued voice.

Yamato took a deep breath and looked straight into Taichi’ eyes. As Taichi looked back sorrow and pain seem to fill his friend’s eyes. His lip quivered slightly. Bringing a hand upwards he ran it threw his hair.

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I hope the first chapter isnt to boring. It will get better i promise you. Please read and Review.

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