Classical: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin
"Is it true that God answers all prayers?"
"Yes, but sometimes the answer is no."
-Sidney Freedman and Capt. Chandler
I am the lone wolf. I stalk the night hunting for my prey. The villains the scum, the murderers and thieves and rapists. People I was once like.
I once thought that there was no God. That God was made by weak men. That God could never answer prayers. How could he? He didn't answer mine. He took my family away from me. He slaughtered my older sister and mother through the actions of his creations. How could a being that allows innocents to die be the supreme power and law?
My father lost it. He was a farmer that had lost his wife and daughter. He didn't care anymore. He took his own life without even looking back at me. He never loved me enough to endure.
The town elder almost sold me into slavery. If it wasn't for the passing Samurai I would be a slave to this day. The Samurai took me in and taught me my code. Aku. Soku. Zan. Slay. Evil. Instantly.
I didn't know what it meant at such an age even after all that I had seen. To me anything that killed was evil. To me it was my duty to kill them.
Until I met him.
Himura Battosai, Battosai the manslayer. He killed but... it was different. He killed like me; with his own justice, fighting for what he believed in. If only we were on the same side. Maybe I could have found someone to understand me.
I prayed to God that he would let my side win the war. Once again God let me down. My story didn't end there though from when I was Saitou Hajime to the time I became Fujita Gorou.
Classical Sorrow: To be continued. Prologue to Saitou's Life Story.