Words of Aoi:Memories of forgotten past,Things I think about to live.

Never have I forgotten a first anything in all my too long to be average days.
My first sparring match I lost,
To which I had only lost that very match due to my partner being the most prolific of my fathers fellow warriors.
His name was Soji Okita,he was virtually hated by every pupil but me,I absolutely adored him and he treated me as a child of his own rather than a trusted allies daughter.No one else I have ever known or fought with,against or for fought like him and I honor he and my father in the style of swordsmanship I use today.

That very skill,that very bit if intelligence I have known I used to slay that very man,what is left of him in any case.

Those who decided to make invincible warriors,monsters out of us with the evil "DIVINE FOREVER"that led to us,to "THE HUNDRED FOLD DEATH" are the truly evil ones,more so than I who must kill 20 hours a day to cover there mistakes.

More evil than the fallen comrades I have slain that all trained and taught me,even those born of foes of my Father did not deserve this fate.

Another thing I haven't forgotten is how I hate being in this tank,barely in a cloth to wear so that my wounds,reaching to a count I know longer care to know,may heal.
Oh if I could only slay these old men,these young men who all eye me as one would a fine steak.
Perhaps I should make them into a steak,that brings a smile to my face that one of the guards mistakes to be flirtation,
"What a fool."I mouth at him,smiling broader,he orders one of the scientist to cut on the shock mechanism.
I pretend it hurts,secretly I like it,keeps me remembering I'm still here and breathing,long enough to slay all my tortured fellows of a time too long back and to torture those who would let not the slain stay so slain themselves.

The last thing I have not forgotten is the pursuit.
That journalist,heaving his massive camera and hat that always falls but never remains missing,He always reaches me and gets some sort of documentation of my work,
Well all that the division will let him have anyway.

I like his spirit,he is relentless and full of passion to find out what this is,what I am.
I simply marvel at him for those things,adding to it he has sharp eyes that only crinkle lightly when he smiles,that reaches his honey eyes so that it makes my too old for him heart skip a bit.So is the reason why I toy with him on my hunts,on his pursuits.

An Onnamusha needs her fun too.
Right?