Disclaimer: I do not own RuroKenor any part of the genius Watsuki Nobuhiro creations. I do own the silhouette of a man though… (Anybody recognize that pun…? Rotfl)
A/N: Yo! I am back! :does a little jig: I hope you all like this new fic!
First, I'd like to say that I am a HUGE fan of RuroKen. I own all of the Manga/Anime/OVAs. Like… it's almost unhealthy- but I dun care. This will be a multi-chapter story, so I warn you... so this is far from finished. I cannot guarantee that I will update regularly, but I will try my hardest to at least finish this story in a month or less. (This'll be 10 chapters tops… dun wanna send the wrong message. ;;)
Second, I would like to request a beta… someone who is online more than 2 times a week. -.-' -sarcasm-. Anyone up for the job? And! I also got a lot of reviews for my InuYashaFanfic "Passion" complimenting the lemon. Well! Here's a surprise for all you pervs! This story will have more than 1 lemon, I assure you… and I will totally rock it out this time. It'll make "Passion" look like limely fluff… (not to meantion I will stick by "Passions" style. I DO NOT believe in QUICKIES, dammit! -hiss-)
Now… On with the story, people! :Waves:
Prologue
Blood.
She was always surrounded by blood. It was everywhere. On her clothes, her hands, her face, in her eyes, and it even stained her soul. Scarlet consumed everything. It even conquered her, held her soul in a tight grip, and it was never going to let go. How could she let this happen?
Blood.
She was tired. But she couldn't stop. For every one she let get away, two innocents would die in the one's place. That was not acceptable. The innocents were more important. They must be protected. She protected them, even at the cost of her own soul. She could never stop. Never cease to protect. No.
Blood.
Was this really protecting innocents? By killing the guilty, was she protecting guiltless? And what about her? Wasn't she an innocent before all of this? Who had been supposed to protect her?
Flaming red hair, amethyst eyes, childlike smile…
Love, affection, passion…
Cross-shape scar, sword, amber hues…
Strength, determination, purpose…
She whimpered almost inaudibly as she clutched her head in her hands, her fingers buried in ebony bangs. Who was the redheaded man who plagued her like this? Why couldn't she remember more than just fleeting images of him and emotions that were hidden just beneath the surface? Was he the one who was supposed to protect her? Was he her husband…?
He turned away from her, walking across the courtyard and out the gates, never to be seen again…
Loneliness, tears, pain…
Kenshin…
"Kenshin…?" She whispered to herself, ceasing her rocking motions. She was wrapped around herself against the wall, her face buried in her raised knees, as she had been rocking herself. Kenshin… Kenshin… who are you? Who were we? Why aren't you here with me? Did you get hurt…? She gasped, her hands flying to her chest, over her heart, clutching at the front of her gi. Why did the mere thought of this Kenshin person being injured hurt her so much?
Before she could examine this further, the door to her cell opened. The light poured in the dank, dark room and she squinted against the burning sensation the light caused in her eyes. She could only see the silhouette of a man standing the doorway due to the bright light that surrounded him, but she knew all too well who he was.
"It is time again, hitokiri, prepare yourself," and then he shut the door, leaving her alone in the dark once again.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this one as well as my last work! Chapter one is already up, so skip on! Don't forget to give me feedback, please! I REALLY appreciated all of your reviews on "Passion" and I LOVED that you took the time for it, and you encouraged me to keep going. Thanks! Since this will be a multi-chapter story, I will be posting review responses and thanks, so don't hesitate to ask questions!
Kiyo-chan