Disclaimer: I… I DON'T OWN KENSHIN! WWHAAAAAAAAAA!
Wasabi: There, there, you can finally face the truth (this disclaimer applies to all chapters)
Eyes of a Killer
The sword glinted dangerously above his head. His eyes were narrowed into a death glare and it was not light shining in his eyes.
Gold flashed from his pupils as his hair tie snapped. His haired flowed as free as blood, covering one half of his face. The remaining eye was filled with hatred, glazed over and hazy from the blood on his shoulder that smelled so… sweet.
The harsh breathing of some pathetic woman blared in his ear, all senses had faded. His brain rendered itself of ten years. There was no Kaoru, no Sanosuke; he had only the life of a hitokiri. It was one assassin vs. another, kill or be killed. His eye's widened madly as his blade began to fall.
Everything slowed down. The sword seemed to dance as it shivered in anticipation. The final yells of an insane man rose into his last laugh ever. It rang, HA through the forest, HAH, through his ears HAH through his soul HUH HUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH HUH!
There was nothing left.
The stab was quick and clean as slashing with a sakabatou would do nothing. The piercing of flesh, the flow of blood, ecstasy.
"Once a murderer, always a murderer. I will watch you the rest of your days. From hell."
Over.
The words stung more than he would have thought. The truth always hurts.
The bloody sword was slid into its tight metal sheath as blood oozed out the small crack between the sword and its holder.
It mesmerized him. Running down the shining black metal that held a sword the blood was in his eyes. Red specks spotted the hard gold eyes that were Battousai's. They were cold, knowing. Pain had most defiantly been his. Kaoru watched as for the first time she got a glimpse of the terror she had given a home to.
It turned.
Tears. Tears of blood.
A hand was lifted to the scar on his cheek.
Blood. It seemed Tomoe grieved for him once more. Would he, no, could he ever atone for his sins?
The fire was gone from his eyes now. Had he not trained himself as a hitokiri and rurouni to hide his emotions, hot tears would have been rolling down his cheeks.
His head was lowered. Eyes hidden, dark. She said nothing.
Afraid.
He had done it: Udou Jin-e was- Now he was disappearing, walking away.
And he was. Kenshin had turned. He was walking into the forest. He couldn't face it. Her fear, her sympathy, himself. Ten years it had been and the feeling so sweet, so easily remembered. He wanted to call himself a monster, run away from the past as if it wasn't his own but his scar.
This never healing scar holds emotions I can never forget, a past I can never leave behind.
He must leave; leave his new home, the little miss, Yahiko, Sano. It must all be left behind.
I cannot cause them any more…
Suffering. So much. H-he doesn't deserve…
But her thoughts drifted. The battle, her hope, his deed, the familiarity, the way he just flicked away the blood. Did he really deserve their love? Should he to perish under the blade of a murderer the way all hitokiri would have during the Bakumatsu?
A shiver.
She looked up to see wisp of red disappearing between the trees. Her thoughts weighed her down as she began to run, her breathing just returning to normal but she was too slow. She had lost him. Let him take on the pain of lonely guilt, let him leave as she had her father. Failed to retain the most important thing in her life… again.
She collapsed. She was not crying, she could not cry. It was her fault. Everything had been her fault and now… who knew what Kenshin would do. His smiling face appeared in her mind as she finally fell into an unconscious sleep.
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Idiot: This is my second fic but I already know all you people.
Wasabi: Yeah.
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Editor Note: I'm her editor. Won't tell you who I am just yet, but I'm awesome (take a hint, that was sarcasm, so I'm a loser). If you've read this fic before, please note the amazing spelling changes and the double spaces between sentences. (Whisper) she spelled Kaoru-dono's name wrong. (GASP)
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