Koyomi's History
Koyomi lived a standard childhood. She had great friends, a great family, did well in school, and had a bright future ahead should she continue to do so. She never felt like she was in danger, never felt like anything bad could happen to their happy village. It was always peaceful, and even though her brother left for a hunting trip and never returned, she still felt safe. She felt like there were no dangers, that everything in the stories she was told was simply that, a story. For 14 years, that's how everything was.
When Koyomi was 14, a mysterious man entered the village. He was clad in black, and equipped from head to foot in armor and weaponry. Nobody paid much attention at first. Not until he slaughtered a family one day. Panic rang throughout the town. He stood right in the middle and demanded tribute. He wanted money, and if he got it, nobody else would be killed. However, should somebody fail to pay the tax, their fate would be the same as that family. At first, people were reluctant to comply. But a few deaths later, everyone in the village was paying this man. Everyone, that is, except for Koyomi's father.
The man went to the door one day. Koyomi's father opened the front door. The man shoved his way inside, holding a dagger to her father's throat. "Kurosaki, you haven't paid your taxes. You know the fine for those who don't pay, don't you?" Kurosaki stared at the man, anger in his eyes. "I will never give you anything, you swine!" He yelled, and he kicked the man in the groin. When he collapsed to the ground, Kurosaki stole the knife and held it defensively. Slowly, the man in black stood back up. "I warned you, Kurosaki. Now you will pay!" He lunged at Kurosaki, but he dodged, rolling to the side. "Get out of my home, you thief! Leave me and my family alone!" The man stood, then stopped. "Fine. But you will regret this, Kurosaki." He walked out the door, and Koyomi and her mother breathed a sigh of relief as Kurosaki stood. "That man is no good. Stay clear of him, Koyomi." Koyomi nodded, shaking violently.
That night, Koyomi awoke to the sound of glass shattering. She sat up in her bed quickly, looking around. She didn't see anything in her room, but she could hear commotion down the hall. Her mother screamed, and the scream was abruptly cut off. There was more noise, and then silence. Koyomi, terrified, dove into her closet, pulling the door shut behind her. As she closed the door, she grazed her back against a nail sticking out of the wall. She bit her lip, trying not to scream. She heard the door open to her bedroom, and she peeked through a crack in the door. She saw the man in black, holding a bloody sword and a lantern. Wanted to cry. If the man was there, that meant her parents weren't. He threw back the covers, but found nothing there. He looked around and saw that the window was open. Koyomi had left it open that night, due to the midsummer heat. He assumed she jumped out, and he climbed through nimbly. Koyomi waited until sunrise before exiting the closet.
She was shaking like mad. Her back stung, and her nightgown was stained with blood. She walked down the hall to her parents room and paused outside the door, uncertain as to if she wanted to see what awaited her. Her hands shaking, she opened the door, and screamed. Her father lie dead against the wall, his face turned away, while her mother was on the bed, her eyes wide open, the look of terror still plastered on her face. Koyomi ran out of the room and into her own. She jumped on her bed, burying her face into her pillow, sobbing. She cried for hours, not caring about school or her friends or anything. Her family was gone.
Then she remembered her brother. He could still be alive somewhere. Just because he never returned didn't mean he was dead. She quickly got dressed and prepared a backpack full of food and supplies. She grabbed her father's treasured dagger, a family heirloom, and stuffed it into the backpack. She snuck out of town that night, beginning her journey to find her brother.
Koyomi lived a standard childhood. She had great friends, a great family, did well in school, and had a bright future ahead should she continue to do so. She never felt like she was in danger, never felt like anything bad could happen to their happy village. It was always peaceful, and even though her brother left for a hunting trip and never returned, she still felt safe. She felt like there were no dangers, that everything in the stories she was told was simply that, a story. For 14 years, that's how everything was.
When Koyomi was 14, a mysterious man entered the village. He was clad in black, and equipped from head to foot in armor and weaponry. Nobody paid much attention at first. Not until he slaughtered a family one day. Panic rang throughout the town. He stood right in the middle and demanded tribute. He wanted money, and if he got it, nobody else would be killed. However, should somebody fail to pay the tax, their fate would be the same as that family. At first, people were reluctant to comply. But a few deaths later, everyone in the village was paying this man. Everyone, that is, except for Koyomi's father.
The man went to the door one day. Koyomi's father opened the front door. The man shoved his way inside, holding a dagger to her father's throat. "Kurosaki, you haven't paid your taxes. You know the fine for those who don't pay, don't you?" Kurosaki stared at the man, anger in his eyes. "I will never give you anything, you swine!" He yelled, and he kicked the man in the groin. When he collapsed to the ground, Kurosaki stole the knife and held it defensively. Slowly, the man in black stood back up. "I warned you, Kurosaki. Now you will pay!" He lunged at Kurosaki, but he dodged, rolling to the side. "Get out of my home, you thief! Leave me and my family alone!" The man stood, then stopped. "Fine. But you will regret this, Kurosaki." He walked out the door, and Koyomi and her mother breathed a sigh of relief as Kurosaki stood. "That man is no good. Stay clear of him, Koyomi." Koyomi nodded, shaking violently.
That night, Koyomi awoke to the sound of glass shattering. She sat up in her bed quickly, looking around. She didn't see anything in her room, but she could hear commotion down the hall. Her mother screamed, and the scream was abruptly cut off. There was more noise, and then silence. Koyomi, terrified, dove into her closet, pulling the door shut behind her. As she closed the door, she grazed her back against a nail sticking out of the wall. She bit her lip, trying not to scream. She heard the door open to her bedroom, and she peeked through a crack in the door. She saw the man in black, holding a bloody sword and a lantern. Wanted to cry. If the man was there, that meant her parents weren't. He threw back the covers, but found nothing there. He looked around and saw that the window was open. Koyomi had left it open that night, due to the midsummer heat. He assumed she jumped out, and he climbed through nimbly. Koyomi waited until sunrise before exiting the closet.
She was shaking like mad. Her back stung, and her nightgown was stained with blood. She walked down the hall to her parents room and paused outside the door, uncertain as to if she wanted to see what awaited her. Her hands shaking, she opened the door, and screamed. Her father lie dead against the wall, his face turned away, while her mother was on the bed, her eyes wide open, the look of terror still plastered on her face. Koyomi ran out of the room and into her own. She jumped on her bed, burying her face into her pillow, sobbing. She cried for hours, not caring about school or her friends or anything. Her family was gone.
Then she remembered her brother. He could still be alive somewhere. Just because he never returned didn't mean he was dead. She quickly got dressed and prepared a backpack full of food and supplies. She grabbed her father's treasured dagger, a family heirloom, and stuffed it into the backpack. She snuck out of town that night, beginning her journey to find her brother.
