This is me an Breachers RP story thing, do not read if you're not into anime in any way. It's mostly action and drama except the last two parts. Then it starts getting a little sexier Part one Breacher grabbed his victim by the throat and held him under the moonlight. The man began to choke and sputter. Tears erupted from his eyes, only a hairsbreadth from death. Breacher dropped him. Why not make him suffer? "Why are you doing this?!" The man yelled, and backed up to a tree. "Because I can." Breacher replied, his deathly voice permeating the air. He unsheathed one of his swords. In an instant he sliced off one of the man's arms from the elbow down. Blood spattered across the trees, and the man screamed and fell to the ground. "No.... No..." He muttered as he crawled away. Breacher seemingly disappeared, and reappeared in front of the crawling man. He stabbed the inferior in the center of his head. The man's eyes widened, and then went dull as all life faded from him. Breacher sheathed his sword. The man had gotten in his way, and Breacher could not have put up with it. It was nothing new for him. He had gotten used to senseless killing. Breacher wandered out of the forest and into the town that was built adjacent to it. Nobody was awake, for it was roughly two o'clock in the morning. He was here about a rumor he had heard about the leader of the thugs who had killed his family. He was still determined to hunt this man down no matter what. Supposedly, the man was residing in this town at the current moment. A gun shot rang out through the town and Breacher's instincts kicked in. In a split second he dodged the speeding bullet, surveyed the area to find the shooter, and appeared behind him. The shooter lay on top of a rooftop, searching for his prey. Breacher reached down and grabbed the man's gun. With his other hand, he grabbed the man by his collar and picked him up into the air. Breacher let the man open his mouth to speak, probably to give him some lame explanation as to why he was trying to kill him. Breacher didn't care though, he took the gun and shoved it into the shooter's open mouth. A muffled "Please" came from the man's mouth and Breacher pulled the trigger. Blood and brains fountained through the air, leaving nothing but a quivering red mass on top of the dead man's neck. On the body was a symbol that indicated he was part of the band of thugs that had murdered Breacher's family so long ago. He knew this because they had left the symbol on each of his parents' bodies, an action of provoking, if you will. They had provoked the wrong man. Lights turned on all throughout the town, men with shotguns ran out of their houses, closely followed by their wives and children. Breacher picked up the body of the would be man, and threw it into their midst. Screams echoed through the air, and Breacher disappeared. Part Two: Breacher entered his house. I say house for lack of a better term, for this was not what one would generally call a house. It was part cave, but also had some kind of man made facade that created a door. On the inside were man made walls that separated the cave into rooms. He moved back into what he considered his bedroom. There was no bed, for Breacher chose not to sleep very often, but instead there was a makeshift bench made out of stone. He sat down and closed his eyes. His ears twitched-someone was in the room. He opened one eye and relaxed, seeing that it was Sanga. Sanga was an alien from a planet called "New Vegeta." She said her race was called the Saiyans. Because she was not a wretched human, he could put up with her-sometimes. "So.. you been out killing again?" Sanga said. Breacher said nothing, but walked out of the room. She followed him. "You were weren't you?" She sighed. "Ya gotta stop doin' that Breacher. If you get caught, unlike me, you won't be able to take down a swat squad all that easily. Breacher stopped walking and turned to face her. "I don't get caught." She shivered at the sound of his voice, she hadn't quite gotten used to it. "Well... whatever, don't be afraid to call. But if I help I'm gonna ask for you to not kill people in my presence. It's pretty annoying." "Human sympathizer. Whatever. Chances are I won't need your help anyways." She frowned and then said, "Fine... Well, see ya." She waved good bye as was her custom and left. Why did he put up with her? She was just as bad as a human. It was probably because she would be a tough opponent in a fight. Breacher was confident with his skills, but not that confident. Being too confident was foolish in battle. He decided to wait in his cave for a few days for all the hype to die down in that town. His target was probably expecting him by now, and Breacher needed him to be off guard. He suspected he would have to wait for a few days before he could attack, so he wandered off in search of some poor being with whom he could toy around with. Part Three Breacher entered the town at midnight. The previous day he had ascertained information about where his target was staying, using torture as his tool. Now Breacher knew where the bastard was staying, and he was determined to let him have what he deserved. The house was not hard to find, for it was the biggest in the small town. Breacher cut through the hinges on the front door, entering quietly. As he stepped inside of the house, he heard one hundred metallic clicking noises. "OPEN FIRE!" Someone yelled. Adrenaline pumped, making everything seem like slow motion. Breacher unsheathed his sword in an instant and began slaughtering the enemy. Though Breacher was superior to all of them in terms of fighting, a one hundred armed thugs against one man wasn't very good odds. Two shots penetrated his cloak, and pain seared through his right leg and left arm. He ignored it, and continued with his offense. Three more shots hit their target, and Breacher's left leg was disabled. His speed drastically decreased, Breacher could no longer dodge many of the enemies' shots. Two more shots hit him, and he was brought to his knees. "Cease fire!" The same voice yelled, and steps began to echo through the house. Breacher looked up to see a rather large man, standing seven feet tall. He stood in front of Breacher, laughing. "So, the helpless child has come for revenge, eh?" Breacher tried to get up, but could not. "I'll enjoy ending your life, you were no challenge at all." The man pulled out a 9mm pistol and racked the slide. He aimed it at Breacher's head and pulled the trigger. Breacher's vision began to dim, and he blacked out. Part Four Breacher awoke with a blinding headache. He opened his eyes to a blurry white room. "What happened to me?" He asked himself. His vision began to become more clear, and he looked down at his body. His cloak had been stripped off of him, replaced by bandages. A door opened, and Sanga came through. "You're awake!" She said, and walked over to him. "What happened?!" Breacher said, and tried to sit up. Pain lanced through his body and Sanga pushed him back into his bed. "Don't try to get up." She said. "You were shot eight times. You were almost dead when I got there." "Did you kill the man who shot me?!" Breacher yelled. "Okay first, stop yelling." Breacher reluctantly submitted and Sanga began talking once again. "I didn't even get a chance to see the man who shot you, he had already bailed." Breacher said nothing. "You should get more rest." Sanga said, and exited the room. Breacher contemplated doing what she said, but decided to do things his own way, like he usually did. He got up, ignoring the pain all throughout his body, and looked for his cloak. Breacher exited the room that he was in, and realized that they were in his cave. He looked down and it dawned on him that he was half naked, but he didn't care. He wandered through his cave, looking for his cloak. He found Sanga in what he had labeled the "kitchen." She looked at him, and saw he was half naked. She didn't look away though. "Where is my cloak?" Breacher asked. "You should really be sleeping right now-" "Where is my cloak?" Breacher interrupted her. A vein pulsed in her head and things began to float around them. Breacher knew he had pissed her off. She turned on him, pupils almost entirely gone, and began yelling. "I JUST SAVED YOUR GOD DAMNED LIFE!" she yelled, "NOW GET BACK INTO BED AND REST OR I SWEAR YOU WON'T BE LIVING LONG ENOUGH TO EVEN PUT ON YOUR STUPID CLOAK!" For one of the first times, Breacher was actually feeling a slight bit of fear from looking at the angry Saiyan. He acquiesced, and headed back to his room thinking horrible thoughts of what he'd like to do to the Saiyan. Part Five Breacher walked through the forest, thinking about his next move. Sanga had finally "permitted" him to leave the cave, not as if he needed her permission. It was all so damn inconsistent, this stalking of his. He had no clue where his prey had gone, and no way to find out. He would probably have to go back to his old methods of torture and blackmail, and more torture. Breacher was moderately excited about that. He stopped. A noise in the bushes to his right. In an instant, Breacher pulled out one of his katanas and threw it straight into the bushes. "OW! FUCK!" A girl jumped out of the bushes, only to fall once more due to the sword still in her leg. "What the hell is your problem mister?!" She yelled at him. Breacher turned to his potential victim. She was roughly his height, with moderately long brown hair. She was wearing a schoolgirl skirt and a shirt that cut off above her abs. Breacher said nothing, but unsheathed his other katana and walked to the girl. He pointed the sword in her face. "What were you doing there?" Breacher said, and the girl shivered from fear at the sound of his voice. "Nothing!" She yelled back," I wasn't doing nothing!" Breacher twitched at the use of improper grammar. He contemplating killing this girl just for that. Instead, he grabbed the hilt of the katana that was still in her leg and twisted it. She screamed and writhed in pain. Breacher let go of the katana. The girl looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "What the hell is your problem?!" "I said, what were you doing?" Breacher said, and put his hand back on the hilt of the katana. She saw this and fear of pain showed in her face. "I was spying on you! Okay?!" She yelled. Breacher cocked his head, intrigued. "Spying on me? Who sent you?" He pushed the sword a little deeper into her leg. She screamed at the pain and began crying once more, grasping at the sword now deep in her leg. "No one!" She yelled. "P-please, i-it hurts. Don't d-do it again." She began to weep, whether from pain or fear Breacher couldn't tell. "If nobody sent you, then why the hell were you spying on me?" Breacher asked in a forceful tone, tightening his grip on the katana. "N-no please." She said through whimpers. " I j-just thought you w-were i-interesting. Th-that's all." Breacher didn't believe her in the slightest, but seeing how pathetic she was, he pulled out his katana (welcoming more screams from his victim) and sheathed it. He began to walk away. "H-hey! P-please don't leave m-me here!" She yelled to him. "I'll d-die." Breacher continued walking, and said, "Why don't you just walk out?" She began to sob loudly, and Breacher could hear her for all of about 30 minutes as he made his way back to his cave. He stopped, contemplating going back and helping the girl. What was he thinking? What had gotten into him? Before this ordeal with Sanga, he wouldn't have cared anything about this girl. He tried to rid himself of the image of the girl lying on the forest floor asking for his help, but couldn't. He let loose a half grunt, half sigh, and ran back in the direction he'd come. The girl's sobbing had stopped, so she was either dead or had just gotten used to the pain. He came to the place where she was, and saw that she was no longer there. He cursed himself for being so stupid, caring about a human. Breacher returned to the cave to an assault by Sanga. As he walked through the front door, she jumped out from behind a door way and nailed him in the face. He fell to the floor and his nose began to bleed. "What the hell was that for?" Breacher asked. "I think you know!" She stood over him, her hands on her hips. "No, I don't." He said, and stood back up. She punched him again, but he regained his balance this time. Why wasn't he fighting back? "What are you doing torturing 16 year old girls?!" Sanga yelled, and clenched her fist for another assault. Breacher cursed himself for being so sloppy. " What are you talking about?" He attempted. She hit him again, but this time in the stomach. She slammed him up against the wall and held him there with one hand. "Don't play dumb, Breacher. I won't hesitate to kill you right here and now." Breacher glared at her, though she couldn't see his eyes. "Fine." He said. "She was spying on me." "Spying on you?" Sanga repeated. "Yes, spying on me." "And you thought, by some incredible chance, that this girl was plotting against you?!" Sanga said, her anger rising to the surface once again. Things were beginning to float in the air, and the hinges on the doors began to creak. Breacher lost his composure, and let anger overwhelm him. He slapped Sanga's arm away and let one of his feet make contact with her chest. She flew against the opposite wall, and created a hole in it. Sanga recovered very fast. "You don't want to fight me Breacher." She said, and she spat blood onto the floor. "Allow me to explain myself." He said, and lowered his fists. "Fine, attempt to explain almost killing a 16 year old girl." "I had every right to suspect something of this wretched girl." He said. "She was lurking in the bushes. For all I knew, she could have been working for one of my many enemies. I went back for her but I guess you had already gotten there." This was the most he had talked since the death of his family. "You.. went back for her?" Sanga said, amazed. "I'm not proud of it." Breacher replied.