A Split Soul
By: NekoYokai
Disclaimer: The Rurouni Kenshin characters in this fic belong to the brilliant Watsuki Nobuhiro, not me.
Summary: There are two parts to Kenshin Himura, The Rurouni, and the Hitokiri. When those two separate it's up to Kaoru to put them back together, but how?
Prologue: Ethereal Dreams
P.O.V.: Kaoru
I found myself lying in...black. There was nothing else just the blackness that enveloped me. The color didn't result from any darkness either, for no light could ever penetrate it.
I was not alarmed by the surrounding black and embraced it like a lover. In a dream such as this that was possible.
After what could have been an eternity, or a couple minutes the black resided and I found my self on a plane of mountainous rock. I refuse to call it land, because land supported life and warmth and what I sat on now was a barren wasteland.
I floated along the rock, my feet not touching the ground until I came across a perfectly flat part. In the middle of this clearing sat a huge hourglass. I gasped as my gaze fell upon it. It could only be described as one thing, breathtaking.
It was about as tall as a small building and its frame was made of obsidian, which reflected the sands inside. The sands were the amazing part; they were multicolored and shown with light.
As I neared closer I saw a man next to the hourglass, his chiseled face frowning in deep concentration. His long raven hair fell past his shoulders, his blue-grey eyes staring intensely at the sand. I could not guess his age by looking at him. He could have been 20, or 50.
"Beautiful aren't they?" The comment was so sudden I thought I might have imagined it, and I looked around for the one who had spoken.
"Do you know what these are?" It was from him, the dark haired man.
I looked at him, confused.
"The sands, do you know what they are?"
I shook my head.
"Look closer, then maybe you'll see."
I followed his advice and put my hands against the glass.
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"Oww!!" I cried, pulling my hands away.
The glass had burnt when I touched it. I inspected my hands, but found no mark.
The man laughed, "I guess I should have warned you! Do not touch it."
"Well I know that now!!" I retorted. Mou, that hurt!!
I returned to staring at the sands, careful not to touch the hourglass. The sands were as big as my fist and every color imaginable, but more than that they showed, memories inside them. I gasped once again stunned.
"They are souls," the man said, "the reason I've brought you here is this, Kamiya Kaoru.
He faced me and held out his hand, inside was a soul, or, two souls partially joined together. They looked like two jewels trying to merge. One part was a deep purple, while the other was intense amber.
"This is the state of your beloved's soul as it is now."
I blushed, "My beloved?"
He sighed at my shyness, "Himura Kenshin."
I continued to blush, "O-oh."
He continued, "As you can see his soul is practically two. Himura Kenshin," he pointed to the purple part, "And Hitokiri Battosai." He gestured towards the amber one.
This was Kenshin's soul? I looked at it in awe and touched it with my finger. It cracked in two. Uh-oh.
The man holding the soul/souls gapped at me.
"You cracked his soul..." he said in shock.
At that point I awoke in my bed I feeling of icy dread in my stomach.
By: NekoYokai
Disclaimer: The Rurouni Kenshin characters in this fic belong to the brilliant Watsuki Nobuhiro, not me.
Summary: There are two parts to Kenshin Himura, The Rurouni, and the Hitokiri. When those two separate it's up to Kaoru to put them back together, but how?
Prologue: Ethereal Dreams
P.O.V.: Kaoru
I found myself lying in...black. There was nothing else just the blackness that enveloped me. The color didn't result from any darkness either, for no light could ever penetrate it.
I was not alarmed by the surrounding black and embraced it like a lover. In a dream such as this that was possible.
After what could have been an eternity, or a couple minutes the black resided and I found my self on a plane of mountainous rock. I refuse to call it land, because land supported life and warmth and what I sat on now was a barren wasteland.
I floated along the rock, my feet not touching the ground until I came across a perfectly flat part. In the middle of this clearing sat a huge hourglass. I gasped as my gaze fell upon it. It could only be described as one thing, breathtaking.
It was about as tall as a small building and its frame was made of obsidian, which reflected the sands inside. The sands were the amazing part; they were multicolored and shown with light.
As I neared closer I saw a man next to the hourglass, his chiseled face frowning in deep concentration. His long raven hair fell past his shoulders, his blue-grey eyes staring intensely at the sand. I could not guess his age by looking at him. He could have been 20, or 50.
"Beautiful aren't they?" The comment was so sudden I thought I might have imagined it, and I looked around for the one who had spoken.
"Do you know what these are?" It was from him, the dark haired man.
I looked at him, confused.
"The sands, do you know what they are?"
I shook my head.
"Look closer, then maybe you'll see."
I followed his advice and put my hands against the glass.
e
"Oww!!" I cried, pulling my hands away.
The glass had burnt when I touched it. I inspected my hands, but found no mark.
The man laughed, "I guess I should have warned you! Do not touch it."
"Well I know that now!!" I retorted. Mou, that hurt!!
I returned to staring at the sands, careful not to touch the hourglass. The sands were as big as my fist and every color imaginable, but more than that they showed, memories inside them. I gasped once again stunned.
"They are souls," the man said, "the reason I've brought you here is this, Kamiya Kaoru.
He faced me and held out his hand, inside was a soul, or, two souls partially joined together. They looked like two jewels trying to merge. One part was a deep purple, while the other was intense amber.
"This is the state of your beloved's soul as it is now."
I blushed, "My beloved?"
He sighed at my shyness, "Himura Kenshin."
I continued to blush, "O-oh."
He continued, "As you can see his soul is practically two. Himura Kenshin," he pointed to the purple part, "And Hitokiri Battosai." He gestured towards the amber one.
This was Kenshin's soul? I looked at it in awe and touched it with my finger. It cracked in two. Uh-oh.
The man holding the soul/souls gapped at me.
"You cracked his soul..." he said in shock.
At that point I awoke in my bed I feeling of icy dread in my stomach.