White Plum Blossoms
A/N: Ok, so I know I had this up earlier, but I decided to rewrite it and fix it. Now it actually has a plot!! YAY!!! So anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 1: Capture!
Kenshin sighed as he ran his fingers through his long, blood red hair, then pulled it up into a top knot and tied it. He walked to the front door of the small inn he was staying at, catching sight of himself in a small mirror hanging on the wall as he passed it. He stopped and looked at his reflection. His face was pale with dark rings under his eyes from lack of sleep. His amber eyes were filled with a deep sadness, but he could hide that. There was a cross scar on his left cheek. He traced this, sadly, remembering how he had gotten it. He shook his head, banning those thoughts from his mind. He masked his chi and pulled a black envelope from his sleeve. He quickly read the information again, then crumpled the envelope into a ball and tossed it into the fireplace. He turned and slipped into the night. Quietly, he slid through the dark streets, looking for the man he was to kill.
Kenshin soon found his victim walking through the dark streets. Really smart man. Walking alone at night. He could get hurt. Kenshin slipped up behind the man and with a quick slash with his sword, he felled his target, his blade just a sliver slash in the night. The man fell to the ground with a dull thud, surrounded with a pool of blood. Kenshin wiped the blood off of his blade, sheathing it. He turned and walked back into the night, going back to Katsura, his leader, telling him that the deed was done.
"How are you doing, Kenshin?" Katsura asked, handing the boy a cup of sake.
"Fine. I need more assignments though. My technique is getting slow." Kenshin answered right after taking a swig of his sake.
Katsura cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"We do have an entire division we need killed, but you can't do this yourself."
"I can and I will." Kenshin's amber eyes were as cold as ice as he met Katsura's gaze.
"Alright. But if you need backup, you know how to call for it." Katsura handed him a folded piece of paper. "Here is the information."
"Thank you." Kenshin stood and bowed, then left.
Katsura stared at the boy's back as he walked out. "Kami help that boy."
Two nights later, Kenshin slipped through the shadowed streets, heading for a certain inn that he liked. He could hear the raucous laughter of the drunk men from inside. He slid the door open and stood in the doorway. The noise stopped as the men noticed the red-head.
"Look! It's the Hitokiri Battousai!" someone yelled.
"Let's kill him. There's a good bounty on his head." Another yelled. A cry of agreement went up as the men stood and stared approaching the young Hitokiri. Only one man stayed in the corner, cloaked and hooded. He took a swig of his sake and set the cup down, shaking his head.
"Idiots. They're all gonna get themselves killed." He sighed to no one. "That's the dang Hitokiri Battousai, as if they didn't know that already. Anyway, this should be interesting." He stood, picking up his sword from where he had put it beside him, sliding it into his belt next to his watasaki. He heard the shouts and screams from outside and he headed to the doorway to watch. Half the men were already dead, blood pooling on the ground.
"DIE BATTOUSAI!!" Someone yelled.
Kenshin spun and his eyes widened as he saw the gun in the man's hand. He dogged the bullet, but there was another explosion and Kenshin stumbled forward. He cried out in pain as a burning sensation shot through his back. He raised his sword above his head and swung it down, wincing in pain. "HITEN MITSURUGI RYU DORYUSEN!" He yelled, driving his sword into the ground. Rocks exploded outwards, slamming into the men. That wiped out more of them, but a few lucky ones were left standing. A new group of men suddenly appeared out of the dark, stepping forward.
"Firing Squad, prepare arms! FIRE!" A command shouted out. Kenshin cried out as bullets slammed into his body, even as he tried to dodge them. He crumpled into a heap, crying softly in pain. Two men pulled him to his feet and dragged him into one of the rooms of the inn. They tied Kenshin's hands tightly with rope and left him in the cold dark room. He tried to sit up, but couldn't due to the pain and the fact that his hands were bound behind him. He struggled to free himself, but couldn't, so instead lay crumpled on the floor, shivering with cold and the pain. A plan of escape started to form in his mind, but hot waves of pain crashed over him and he passed into the dark world on the far side of consciousness.
TO BE CONTINUED……..