DISCLAIMER: I in no way own Rurouni Kenshin or any other characters. I also
do not own the rights to the Farseer trilogy. I apologize to any I offend,
my writing sucks so sorry to all.
A/N: This is my first story and I have been thinking of this story for hmm, a bit. I thought it would be fun to combine my favorite anime and my favorite books together and (with some of my crummy writing) in the end I get my new creation. Plus, I know no Japanese whatsoever, so I am sorry if I offend anybody out there. In this story, Kenshin is the bastard son of a Royal Prince, the Shogi-In- Waiting. At the age of 6, his existence is brought into light and is sent to live in the palace. There, he begins his training as an assassin. This prologue is where Kenshin tells of where he is now, so he can open up the rest of the story as if he were telling it. I hope you enjoy.
Shikaku-In-Traning Chapter 1 Prologue: Peaceful Ichimei (Life)
As I reflect back onto my childhood, so many thoughts come to mind. I sit in my cabin and try to ignore the urge to Call out to anyone. Many times I have sat upon the cliffs and with many unsuccessful attempts have I tried to Call out to anyone. The emptiness of knowing I am alone eats me every time no one Calls back. My son Yahiko is forced to drag my exhausted body back to our tiny cabin as Calling drains me of all my strength. Only with sipping Combark tea can the pain be numbed. My last unsuccessful attempt was last night. My body is still in pain. I live a simple life now. Here with my little farm and cottage by the sea, my son and I have built a good and honest life with no court scandals, bloodshed, or death.
As I meant to say, I am trying, though unsuccessfully, to write a story of the history of the Seven Duchees. Since my resources are limited, as is my knowledge, I apologize if in anyway this seems like my own exaggerated personal history. No one is funding this and I am doing it in my spare time. Many would not believe my recounting, but I assure you all that my memory is as sharp as ever. I will tell the truth and not leave out any details. I hope you will find this story truthful and know that as I write this, I harbor no more ill will toward any. My retelling of my story heals wounds buried deep within myself. Though I regret many of the decisions I have made, I will admit my life is good. If by writing my past down will help me to overcome it, then I shall. I do not want anyone's pity, and I am writing this story for the sake of my sanity.
Love it? Hate it? Please I need to know. I have been putting a lot of thought as to how this story should go and I would appreciate if I knew that anyone would want me to continue. Please no flames. I would really love anyone who told me what they think, but not in a way that would make me cry. Love and hugs and kisses to all!
~Naree~
A/N: This is my first story and I have been thinking of this story for hmm, a bit. I thought it would be fun to combine my favorite anime and my favorite books together and (with some of my crummy writing) in the end I get my new creation. Plus, I know no Japanese whatsoever, so I am sorry if I offend anybody out there. In this story, Kenshin is the bastard son of a Royal Prince, the Shogi-In- Waiting. At the age of 6, his existence is brought into light and is sent to live in the palace. There, he begins his training as an assassin. This prologue is where Kenshin tells of where he is now, so he can open up the rest of the story as if he were telling it. I hope you enjoy.
Shikaku-In-Traning Chapter 1 Prologue: Peaceful Ichimei (Life)
As I reflect back onto my childhood, so many thoughts come to mind. I sit in my cabin and try to ignore the urge to Call out to anyone. Many times I have sat upon the cliffs and with many unsuccessful attempts have I tried to Call out to anyone. The emptiness of knowing I am alone eats me every time no one Calls back. My son Yahiko is forced to drag my exhausted body back to our tiny cabin as Calling drains me of all my strength. Only with sipping Combark tea can the pain be numbed. My last unsuccessful attempt was last night. My body is still in pain. I live a simple life now. Here with my little farm and cottage by the sea, my son and I have built a good and honest life with no court scandals, bloodshed, or death.
As I meant to say, I am trying, though unsuccessfully, to write a story of the history of the Seven Duchees. Since my resources are limited, as is my knowledge, I apologize if in anyway this seems like my own exaggerated personal history. No one is funding this and I am doing it in my spare time. Many would not believe my recounting, but I assure you all that my memory is as sharp as ever. I will tell the truth and not leave out any details. I hope you will find this story truthful and know that as I write this, I harbor no more ill will toward any. My retelling of my story heals wounds buried deep within myself. Though I regret many of the decisions I have made, I will admit my life is good. If by writing my past down will help me to overcome it, then I shall. I do not want anyone's pity, and I am writing this story for the sake of my sanity.
Love it? Hate it? Please I need to know. I have been putting a lot of thought as to how this story should go and I would appreciate if I knew that anyone would want me to continue. Please no flames. I would really love anyone who told me what they think, but not in a way that would make me cry. Love and hugs and kisses to all!
~Naree~
