Final Blow
By dyosa :)
***
Scene from... er, I forgot what episode and volume this came from but it's quite
familiar. It's the fight scene in the hut on top of the hill with Aoshi and Okina.
***
So, this is it. The time has come.
I already have grown weary of this game... but then again, this is not a game at all.
Yet, this man in front of me seems unperturbed. His face chiseled cold, save for the
smarting bruise on his cheek caused by my blow, yet seemingly measly to him. Never had I
seen him as controlled as this, compared to his younger days when I was still training
him, until even to the time when he became okashira. But his ability is undoubtedly
astounding. I knew this from the very beginning, that was why I honed him until he
reached his limit, and beyond. I wanted him to be the best that he can be, to bring
pride to the clan, to be the perfect leader that I cannot be. And somehow, my good
intentions only brought suffering to many people. To the Oniwabanshuu, Kenshin, Misao,
Aoshi, as well as to myself.
Even though your eyes do not hold any emotions, I know deep in your heart, you still
hurt. I understand, with the losses that have beset you, but still, this is not the way
of retribution. I find fault to myself in that part, for I have guided you with the
severity of a teacher, a master of the bloody arts, and not with the care of a father.
Though I have felt at times that you were like a son to me, I restrain myself from
showing it for fear of getting close, with the knowledge of the possibility of losing you
in the process. In such a chaotic era, it is inevitable. And I do not wish for fate to
repeat itself again.
Somehow, even before, I have anticipated for this day to come. Though never did I hope
that it will soon happen, but still, it is to be expected. Now here we are, not as
comrades, not as a master and a pupil, nor a father and a son, but as enemies. I can
see, even behind that thick mask of yours, that the turnout of this battle will be the
main turning point of your life. I myself feel the same. And I know that whoever wins
this battle is a loser as well. And as for the little one... I know that her pain will
be more vastly than both of our own combined.
Even if I try to reason you out from this meaningless fight, it will be useless. So I
have to do it the harder way. My boy, I wish things were different for the both of us.
I wish that I have never let you and the others go that night. I wish I have treated you
more like a son. But my wishes have come too late.
I can feel my sweat mingling with the blood from the cuts you have given me. I have
grown weary, son. The time has come.
***
tsuk... _
owari
Now this is the part when Misao enters the hut and after a moment, blood splurts out
everywhere!!! Wooohooo! Err... ahem, pardon me.
Anyway, this is what I like doing most, refurnishing the relationships between some
unsuspecting characters. Hehe. I hope you enjoyed that, and I hope I somehow met the
challenge's whims. Doumo for reading, ja!
dyosa :)
By dyosa :)
***
Scene from... er, I forgot what episode and volume this came from but it's quite
familiar. It's the fight scene in the hut on top of the hill with Aoshi and Okina.
***
So, this is it. The time has come.
I already have grown weary of this game... but then again, this is not a game at all.
Yet, this man in front of me seems unperturbed. His face chiseled cold, save for the
smarting bruise on his cheek caused by my blow, yet seemingly measly to him. Never had I
seen him as controlled as this, compared to his younger days when I was still training
him, until even to the time when he became okashira. But his ability is undoubtedly
astounding. I knew this from the very beginning, that was why I honed him until he
reached his limit, and beyond. I wanted him to be the best that he can be, to bring
pride to the clan, to be the perfect leader that I cannot be. And somehow, my good
intentions only brought suffering to many people. To the Oniwabanshuu, Kenshin, Misao,
Aoshi, as well as to myself.
Even though your eyes do not hold any emotions, I know deep in your heart, you still
hurt. I understand, with the losses that have beset you, but still, this is not the way
of retribution. I find fault to myself in that part, for I have guided you with the
severity of a teacher, a master of the bloody arts, and not with the care of a father.
Though I have felt at times that you were like a son to me, I restrain myself from
showing it for fear of getting close, with the knowledge of the possibility of losing you
in the process. In such a chaotic era, it is inevitable. And I do not wish for fate to
repeat itself again.
Somehow, even before, I have anticipated for this day to come. Though never did I hope
that it will soon happen, but still, it is to be expected. Now here we are, not as
comrades, not as a master and a pupil, nor a father and a son, but as enemies. I can
see, even behind that thick mask of yours, that the turnout of this battle will be the
main turning point of your life. I myself feel the same. And I know that whoever wins
this battle is a loser as well. And as for the little one... I know that her pain will
be more vastly than both of our own combined.
Even if I try to reason you out from this meaningless fight, it will be useless. So I
have to do it the harder way. My boy, I wish things were different for the both of us.
I wish that I have never let you and the others go that night. I wish I have treated you
more like a son. But my wishes have come too late.
I can feel my sweat mingling with the blood from the cuts you have given me. I have
grown weary, son. The time has come.
***
tsuk... _
owari
Now this is the part when Misao enters the hut and after a moment, blood splurts out
everywhere!!! Wooohooo! Err... ahem, pardon me.
Anyway, this is what I like doing most, refurnishing the relationships between some
unsuspecting characters. Hehe. I hope you enjoyed that, and I hope I somehow met the
challenge's whims. Doumo for reading, ja!
dyosa :)