Not So Common Sense

Random thoughts on random acts, from the mind of author Gavin Kingsley

You Live By the Sword You Die By the Sword

The two warriors stood twenty paces apart, poised for the duel. One dressed a black tunic and tights under the black armor of a samurai. Armed with only a katana, he looked over his opponent trying to judge his first move. He could see nothing of his opponent’s face except for the warrior’s eyes.

The other samurai was also dressed in a black tunic and tights under red armor. A black sash covered the face under the helmet leaving only the eyes exposed. The warrior gripped a samurai sword tight in his hand the tip pointing downward, and a long dagger was tucked under the belt.

The Black Samurai drew his blade, his mouth twitching in anticipation, and the Red Samurai raised his to fighting position. The Black Samurai lunged forward making the first move. The Red Samurai quickly dodged following with a swing of the blade. The stroke missed and the Black Samurai slammed into the other knocking the warrior down.

A young girl squirmed under the grip of a large man. Pinned to the floor she dreaded what would come next but was helpless to stop it. As she thrashed about, a fit of rage consumed her.

The Red Samurai rolled backward landing on his feet, then lunged forward, sword extended. The Black Samurai pivoted avoiding the sword then countered swinging his sword up then down in a perfect arc. The Red Samurai blocked then swung the sword at the other’s midsection. The Red Samurai fought like a man possessed. The two moved fluidly, their actions blending into one continuous motion.

The impressive swordplay continued on for a while longer before either samurai seemed to have the upper hand. Finally the tide did turn in favor of the Black Samurai. He had managed to wrestle the sword away from the Red Samurai. He retrieved the long dagger and fought with it. Again the Red Samurai was backed into a corner.

The girl hid in her closet with all the lights off being careful not to make a sound. Her breathing quickened when he passed the door. Her heart seemed about to burst from her chest it was beating so hard. The man threw open the door with lust his eyes. The girl felt she’d be sick as he reached in and grabber her. She screamed. He smiled.

The Black Samurai smiled in light of his opponent’s defeat. The Red Samurai grunted pivoting his foot to redirect the momentum, and shoved the Black Samurai back. Off balance the Black Samurai stumbled. The Red Samurai taking advantage of the situation launched into a flurry of attacks.

A slash here…

Don’t touch me.

A roundhouse there…

Don’t touch me.

Sparks everywhere…

Don’t touch me!

The Black Samurai fell backward, and the Red Samurai feinted the killing stroke, stopping just over the heart. The warrior let the blade rest there, while removing the helmet and sash.

The Red Samurai’s hair fell out revealing himself to be a woman. The Black Samurai’s, eyes went wide in surprise then lowered in shame. The face of the large man, her father, replaced that of the black samurai. An eerie smile grew on his face.

You won’t do anything. You’re just as dirty as me, he would say. The dagger began quiver in her hand and a single tear slid down her face. Then he would laugh. She regained her resolve and pushed the blade through his heart. Still his laughter continued in her head.

“End simulation.”

As the computer program shut down, the armor, and scenery faded away. All that remained was the black skintight outfit she was wearing and the dagger firmly embedded in the floor. Her strength seemed to fade and she put her weight on the dagger. You’re just like me, her father’s words, ’cause you like it. Vigor returned to her limbs in a rush and she stood removing the dagger.


The walls faded and a sun began to shine, high noon. A light breeze blew, sending a chill through the red samurai. The simulation began, again, and the woman continued fighting her ghosts.

1 Comment

  1. Jasmin

    Nice!!!! I want to

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