This is my third fanfic.It's based on Hiroaka Samura's 'Blade of the Immortal'
I decided to move the tale into modern times after reading a few of the issues 
and seeing 'Hard Boiled' on video. I will not be using the characters from the comics 
since obviously Manji could possibly kill one thousand evil men in about twenty or so years.
I will be using only Yaobinuki (is that spelled right ? ) since she obviously cannot save 
all the sinners in Japan in a few hundred years. Enough with the explanation, here's the prolouge.

Standard disclaimer

Prologue: Guns of the Immortal


                                   She was walking to her parent's grave.
A young woman, barely twenty, hair tied back in a ponytail 
wearing a leather jacket walked slowly to the two markers, 
she was holding a bouquet of flowers. Her eyes glinted with 
held-back tears.
 
                                  ' Mother , Father' she said as she put
the bouquet at the feet of the markers. 'Mother, Father, the
police say they can't touch your murderers.' the young woman 
started an undercurrent of anger in her voice. ' They say that they
have protection, that they would be out on the streets again an 
hour after you pout them into jail.' said the woman, remembering
what the bastards did to her parents.Images of their house burning
down, their screams tingling in her ears , flashed through her
mind , searing her mind , tears crawling down her cheek.

                                   ' But I promise you, if the law can't touch 
them ,I'll kill them myself ! This I swear on our family honor !' 
she declared. She knew she hadn't a chance against them but she
sure as hell would try to kill them all. ' Well, young lady, if you want 
to kill someone you must have someone to protect you also' rasped
a voice behind her. Surprised, she quickly turned and saw who
was adressing her. It was an old woman, dressed in simple robes,
a wrinkled face hidden by her hood. ' Who are you ?' she asked.
' My name is Yaobinuki , child , and what is your name young one ?
And who do you swear to kill.'

                                    ' Hira Hitomi is my name, old woman, and I 
swear to kill my parent's killers.' she said to the aged woman before her.
' Hmmm,' the old woman rubbed her chin as she seemed to be thinking 
of something then she looked at Hitomi. ' Then young Hitomi you need
help. Someone to help you, a bodyguard and I know some one who
would be perfect. Follow me .' the hag said to Hitomi as she spun around and
started to walk away. Hitomi followed after one last look at her parent's grave.

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                                      The punk was looked at the dead body
 on the ground, shotgun still smoking from his shot. ' You sure 
she's dead, Toshi ?' asked his companion , another punk with a
 .45 in his right hand. ' Yeah , like she's going to stand up after a 
shotgun blast in the stomach. You're really stupid ,Hiro .' said the punk
contemptuously as he turned around leaving his partner. ' Now let's go,
lets collect the money from the boss.' His partner ran to catch up with him.
' But , Toshi did'nt you hear about this chick ? They say she's been shot at
by everything and she's still alive.They even say she can't be killed. ' said 
Hiro as he nervously looked around again at the dead body. 'Are you really
that stupid ?' said Toshi as he hefted his shotgun. ' Hiro, you saw me put 
this into the chick's stomach and blast her guts all over the floor. If she 
ain't dead I'll eat a grenade.' 
                                         
                                       ' Well, Toshi , in that case you better open your
mouth. Wide.' Toshi heard the chick's voice say.His eyes widened and he spun 
around. He turned around just in time to see Hiro become Swiss cheese 
courtesy of two .45 caliber high-power pistols. 'Shit !' he shouted as he raised
 his shotgun to fire. That was when his head exploded like a watermelon 
when the chick's guns decided he was talking too much.

                                       ' That hurt.' the lady with the pistols said as she clutched
her stomach in pain. The bloodworms were already doing their work. The regeneration
of muscles and internal tissue caused her a lot of pain at first but she was getting
used to it. After the bloodworms closed up the stomach wound , she holstered her 
pistols and started to walk away. ' Hell , this was my favorite jacket. Now I have to
buy a new one. I'll never get myself shot in the stomach again.' She grinned 
wryly as she turned the corner. Moment's later the roar of motorcycle could be 
heard as it sped away from the location of the carnage.    
     
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 That's the prologue. Thanks to the prereaders. Send C&C