Thoughts of an Assassin
Disclaimer: This one doesn't owe Kenshin. Only loves him.
Battousai: (Glear of doom).
Hitokiri Yukihime: (Shivers) Sorry. Won't say it again.
Warning: Contains deathscenes.
Feel my crazed blade. It's slashing through your body. The blood is raining. You are falling to the floor. You gaze up in my amber eyes. They show no sadness, pity or mercy. Your eyes are only filled with fear. You know you are going to die. The blood is flowing. I pierce my sword through your neck. Death embraces you immediately. My tenchu is completed.
The blood is covering my hands. It won't be washed off. The smell will never leave. It's all over my clothes. I'm standing in a sea of blood. Your blood. It's dripping from my blade. It's running out of the hole in your throat. The lifegiving blood is leaving your body.
This is my tenchu. My punishment from heaven. It's heaven's justice.
Your eyes are stearing empty. There is no anger there. Shouldn't you hate me? I want you to hate me. Despises me. But you can't. You aren't anymore. You are an empty shell in a sea of your own blood.
Tenchu. Heaven's wrath.
The blood won't come off. I wash and wash. I can see it, smell it, taste it, feel it. The red liquid is everywhere. It represent all the men who have lost their lifes to me. The weight of their lifes are dragging me down to hell. I have nothing against going to hell. I have deserved it. It's my fate.
Tenchu. Divine justice. What is divine about this?
The smell of blood is everywhere. I taste only blood. I see only blood. It's still flowing on the floor. Your body is cold and your eyes are empty. You are dead and will never live again.
There are people that loved you. Your fiancée will feel more pain because of your death than you ever did.
My tenchu hurts much more people than only the ones I kill.
Why are you stearing so empty at me? Do you blame me? Do you wish me dead?
The blood have stopped. It's always on my hands. I don't care. I don't care about living or dying. I don't care about heaven or hell. The neverending feeling of life embraces me. But I only live. Nothing more, nothing less. I can't feel the pain. I can only smell the blood.
Tenchu. Who gives me the right? The gods?
I can drown my sorrow in sake. It doesn't help. Your skin is white and your lips are blue. You are nothing anymore. You inferior being. Pathetic is what you are.
There is nothing. No hate, no love, no tenchu. Tenchu has never existed. It's only an excuse to keep living. An excuse for someone who doesn't deserve to live. I have knew it all the time. And still I live in my hollow like shell of life. I breath, I eat, I live in silence suffocation. I see, smell, taste and feel only blood. The warm, red liquid who always is raining around me.
The worst of all is the smell. The smell of blood. Never leaving. Always there.
And then... Hakubaiko...
A/n: What's ya thinking? Good? Bad?
Yahiko: It sucks.
Hitokiri Yukihime: Shut up!
It's a bit different from my other fic (And shorter). Keep in mind that Kenshin is about to lose his sanity. It's based on the manga, from before Kenshin meets Tomoe. He meets her in the end of the fic. The end is a little lighter then in my last fic. It's hope in here. Cyber coockie to all that reviwes.