This is simply a story to see how a new author like me can get some reviews. So please review it and… yeah
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I guess if I get over 15 reviews and a couple of people suggest some ideas then maybe I could continue the story…. It's a possibility
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I am NOT in possession of Rurouni Kenshin.
Run, Run as Fast as You Can
So bright and vibrant. Warm and sticky. I lifted a hand to my face to touch the wet substance. Blood. Through the windows of the abandoned warehouse, the light from the moon shone on the now dead body of my friend. His fresh blood was all over me.
I couldn't help the broken sob that left my body. I wrapped my arms around myself, afraid, as I tried to stop anymore sounds from leaving my mouth, but it was too late. The killer turned his gaze on me. Amber. Amber eyes still filled with hate and anger burned into me. As hard as I tried, I couldn't look away from those frigid yet magnetic eyes.
As the owner of the eyes stepped away from the lifeless body on the floor and turned around completely to face me, you could see the hate in those eyes was slowly starting to disappear. But that didn't mean that I was any less scared out of my mind.
I took a step back as he stepped forward. It was like push and pull with the way we moved. Started with one step and then another and another and another until I was backed against the wall.
"Kaoru… please believe me when I say that I would never hurt you. You are the only thing that gives me hope in this world; the person that I live for." His deep voice cut through the tension of the room. His voice promised dark and tainted things, nothing like what I was used to hearing.
'Don't... don't you do that to me. Just…' I thought to myself, 'no more lies. Please. I don't think that I could take it. "Don't you dare say that to me! How stupid do you think I am? Do you really think that I would believe someone like you? Just who do you think you are, Kenshin," I yelled. I stopped talking as yelling just didn't seem to fit the situation. My voice dropped to a hollow whisper as I continued. "Actually no, you're not Kenshin anymore. You're not the Kenshin that I thought I knew. And I'm starting to seriously wonder if you ever were."
He growled and angrily started towards me. I could see his anger rising over the fact that I dare say no to him, that I dare oppose him. 'Well too bad buddy. I guess things don't always go your way.' Even on my way to an early death I still had a sense of humor, but just as Kenshin reached out a bloody hand for me a voice called out.
"Back away from the girl Himura," and as we both turned to look at the owner of the voice, I couldn't keep the look of surprise off my face. No way! It's not even possible for this guy to be here. So then… why is he here? I thought quizzically. "Well maybe if I shut my thoughts up and focus, I could find out."
Kenshin sneered, "Aoshi Shinomori… what are you doing here?" I could just tell right then that this whole situation just got a whole lot messier. I couldn't believe my unlucky luck, as weird as that sounds.
You see, I was lucky because Aoshi had saved me from a situation that I knew I didn't have the strength or spirit for. But on the other hand, I was unlucky because this was Aoshi Shinomori that we're talking about. As in the leader one of most notorious gangs in Kyoto, and so I ask again what is he doing here? And on a rival gang's territory in a different city for that matter?
"He's here as a favor to me," and in stepped another person I never would have guessed (but totally should've known) would show up here of all places. "I asked him to come here and help me get Kaoru away from you Battousai," Misao answered quietly, the enthusiasm gone from her voice; the use of Keshin's 'nickname' causing me to flinch.
"How did you find out about this Misao? I didn't tell you about this little uh… meeting that Kenshin and I were going to have," I questioned.
"Meeting indeed" muttered Aoshi. At that moment he started towards Kenshin and me, taking a round-about way. All conversation stopped as we watched the skilled leader carefully make his way towards us. "I won't ask again Himura. Move away from the girl," I watch as Aoshi pulled out what looked to be a sword, maybe a katana. It was a legit sword, too. I didn't know that people still used swords in 2011.
By now he was standing a couple of feet to my right, probably waiting for a chance to pull me away from Kenshin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Misao take her favorite gun, the .45mm silver and black pistol, out of her purple cropped jacket. I guess she was his back up.
I know, I know. You're probably wondering how I was feeling at this moment, right? Well I can tell you that I was feeling a whole bunch of emotions all at one time: anger, relief, hate, and fear.
I was angry at myself for allowing Kenshin to wiggle his way into my heart.
I was relieved that I could actually count on the best friend that I thought I had cut all ties with, to come through for me in my time of need.
I hated myself for how weak I had become even after I promised to never stop fighting.
But the fear… it was tearing at my brain and body. Its hostile take-over left me trembling. Fear that Kenshin would kill Aoshi and Misao. Fear that I would be powerless to stop him. Fear that he would take me again, back into the darkness I was trying so hard to run away from.
Everyone with half a brain knew about the infamous Battousai. There wasn't a place or person in all of Tokyo and Kyoto that didn't know who he was. He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Whatever he wanted, he got without any arguments. Right in front of me was not the Kenshin that I had come to know over the past couple of months. Right in front of me stood Battousai, an angry Battousai at that.
"She is mine!" he said, his words dripping with venom, "She always has been and she always will be." He turned to Misao as she aimed her gun at him. "You, just you wait. I will get her back," he began to walk backwards towards a door that was shrouded in the shadows of the room, "even if that means that I have to follow you all over the country… I bring her back right where she belongs." He smiled a wicked grin at me, "With. Me."
And with that he walked out of the room, Misao careful to not take her eyes or her pistol off his retreating figure. As soon as his footsteps faded, I felt myself start sliding down the wall that had been holding me up for the last 10 minutes? I couldn't really tell how long it had been since it felt like hours to me.
My head began to pound incessantly. It was all too much. Everything was just too much for my system to handle. Every memory between Kenshin and me… was fake. Every word made up to bring me closer to him. My eyes darted around the moonlit room as if in search of a clear answer, the real truth.
As the black splotches started to take over my vision, I faintly heard Misao running over to me, calling my name. As I began to fall into unconsciousness, I could see myself running, running away from the cold amber eyes watching me and the dark, haunting voice laughed at my attempts to get away. My last thoughts before I blacked were 'Why me? If only I had never…'
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Yours truly,
the Wick'd Queen