Standing Alone in the Rain
By: Ame-Hime
Author's note: Ok, this is my first attempt at a fanfic. It is a
Soujiro story, and it takes place after the Kyoto arc ((basically
his life after he left Shishio)). Friends have been teeling me to
write a Soujiro fic ((since I have a twin personality with him...
It's a little scary at times ^^;;;;)) so here it is. If you think
it's worth continuing, please R+R. Thankies! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of it's characters.
I'm just borrowing them. If you want to sue me, go ahead, I don't
own anything of value(incuding money).
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Chapter 1: Shelter From the Rain: Entrance of Toyotomi Ayano
Large black clouds were spreading through the evening sky. This was a
sure sign that it'd be raining soon.
And this left a hint of fear inside of Seta Soujiro.
Ever since that night 10 years ago when he lost his innocence amidst
the pouring rain, Soujiro always fealt a sense of dread when it rained.
In his days as an emotionless hitokiri, he always hid that lingering
fear behind that smile.
The smile that was spreading across his face as a rain drop hit him
on the nose.
He looked around for an inn or something of the sort, as the thing
he hated most of all was being alone in the rain. He grew a little
panicked and walked with more urgency when he could not see any signs
of a city or town within eye view.
Just when he thought all hope of finding an inn was lost, he saw smoke.
Black smoke. Smoke coming from a fire. A fire coming from a house.
Soujiro's walk quickly turned into a run as the rain beat down harder.
When he neared the house, he stopped running, as not to look like
some pyschopath out to drain their blood and give it to some monkey
god, or anything like that. He casually walked up to door and knocked
on the gently on the dampend wood.
An elderly man answered the door. His head was covered with silvery
hair and his face was wrinkled with age. Despite that, he had a kind,
welcoming gleam in his black eyes.
"Hello young man. What brings way out here at this hour, and in the
rain too?"
"I thank you for your politeness sir and if it wouldn't be a problem,
I would like to ask you for shelter just this one night."
"Why, of course you can stay, but don't you have a home with a family
waiting for you?"
Those words, though not intentionally hurtful, cut Soujiro deep. If
only he had a family... A loving wife welcoming him with a warm
embrace, children running, playing, laughing- and smiling with
sincerity. Despite these nagging thoughts, Soujiro managed to keep
his smile straight and shook his head.
"No sir, I am a ronin."
"A ronin, eh? It must be horrible living alone. Come inside and we'll
get you some hot tea."
"Thank you. I am much in your debt."
"No problem. I am honored to share my home with such a polite boy."
As the man led Soujiro into his home, Soujiro took the time to view
his surroundings. It was a small house, with a small table and some
tatami mats. His thoughts disrupted when a girl abruptly dashed into
the room pointing chop sticks at him.
"Otou-san! What is that man doing in here..??!!"
This girl seemed to be around 15 or 16, and had waist length raven black
hair tied up into a rather messy bun and large, life-filled silverish grey
eyes. Her eyes caught Soujiro's attention, as no one he's ever seen had such
...odd... eyes.
"Calm down, Ayano-chan, what is wrong with me inviting guests into
my home?"
"But Otou-san!" She looked at Soujiro from the corner of her eye, "He
has a sword..."
It was true, Soujiro recently had his sword, the kikuichimonji
Norimune, reforged. And it was also true that he was leaving his past behind, but
this sword was the only reminder of that past and the only reminder
of himself.
"Ayano-chan, he is a ronin and I'm sure he has reasons for carrying
that sword. Let's drop that now and get aquainted. I am Toyotomi
Ichiro and this is my daughter, Ayano."
Ayano looked at Soujiro through her cold, greyish eyes and merely muttered,
"Hajimemashita"
Soujiro smiled nervously,"Seta Soujiro desu. Hajimemashita."
"Well, Soujiro-kun, let's get you a futon. Believe it or not, we
have a spare room in this small house. Come, I'll get you settled."
After Soujiro was alone in his borrowed room, Soujiro layed in the
futon and closed his eyes. His thoughts were mixing with the sound
of the rain beating. But then he heard a sound the made his blood
stop flowing through his veins.
It was the sound of metal upon metal as several men unsheathed their
katanas and made their way towards the house.
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Author's Chitchat: Want me to stop? E-Mail me your desperate pleas.
Want me to continue? Please review. Constructive critisism appreciated.
Please don't flame me. Arigatou Gozaimashita minna-san!!!
By: Ame-Hime
Author's note: Ok, this is my first attempt at a fanfic. It is a
Soujiro story, and it takes place after the Kyoto arc ((basically
his life after he left Shishio)). Friends have been teeling me to
write a Soujiro fic ((since I have a twin personality with him...
It's a little scary at times ^^;;;;)) so here it is. If you think
it's worth continuing, please R+R. Thankies! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of it's characters.
I'm just borrowing them. If you want to sue me, go ahead, I don't
own anything of value(incuding money).
*********************************************************
Chapter 1: Shelter From the Rain: Entrance of Toyotomi Ayano
Large black clouds were spreading through the evening sky. This was a
sure sign that it'd be raining soon.
And this left a hint of fear inside of Seta Soujiro.
Ever since that night 10 years ago when he lost his innocence amidst
the pouring rain, Soujiro always fealt a sense of dread when it rained.
In his days as an emotionless hitokiri, he always hid that lingering
fear behind that smile.
The smile that was spreading across his face as a rain drop hit him
on the nose.
He looked around for an inn or something of the sort, as the thing
he hated most of all was being alone in the rain. He grew a little
panicked and walked with more urgency when he could not see any signs
of a city or town within eye view.
Just when he thought all hope of finding an inn was lost, he saw smoke.
Black smoke. Smoke coming from a fire. A fire coming from a house.
Soujiro's walk quickly turned into a run as the rain beat down harder.
When he neared the house, he stopped running, as not to look like
some pyschopath out to drain their blood and give it to some monkey
god, or anything like that. He casually walked up to door and knocked
on the gently on the dampend wood.
An elderly man answered the door. His head was covered with silvery
hair and his face was wrinkled with age. Despite that, he had a kind,
welcoming gleam in his black eyes.
"Hello young man. What brings way out here at this hour, and in the
rain too?"
"I thank you for your politeness sir and if it wouldn't be a problem,
I would like to ask you for shelter just this one night."
"Why, of course you can stay, but don't you have a home with a family
waiting for you?"
Those words, though not intentionally hurtful, cut Soujiro deep. If
only he had a family... A loving wife welcoming him with a warm
embrace, children running, playing, laughing- and smiling with
sincerity. Despite these nagging thoughts, Soujiro managed to keep
his smile straight and shook his head.
"No sir, I am a ronin."
"A ronin, eh? It must be horrible living alone. Come inside and we'll
get you some hot tea."
"Thank you. I am much in your debt."
"No problem. I am honored to share my home with such a polite boy."
As the man led Soujiro into his home, Soujiro took the time to view
his surroundings. It was a small house, with a small table and some
tatami mats. His thoughts disrupted when a girl abruptly dashed into
the room pointing chop sticks at him.
"Otou-san! What is that man doing in here..??!!"
This girl seemed to be around 15 or 16, and had waist length raven black
hair tied up into a rather messy bun and large, life-filled silverish grey
eyes. Her eyes caught Soujiro's attention, as no one he's ever seen had such
...odd... eyes.
"Calm down, Ayano-chan, what is wrong with me inviting guests into
my home?"
"But Otou-san!" She looked at Soujiro from the corner of her eye, "He
has a sword..."
It was true, Soujiro recently had his sword, the kikuichimonji
Norimune, reforged. And it was also true that he was leaving his past behind, but
this sword was the only reminder of that past and the only reminder
of himself.
"Ayano-chan, he is a ronin and I'm sure he has reasons for carrying
that sword. Let's drop that now and get aquainted. I am Toyotomi
Ichiro and this is my daughter, Ayano."
Ayano looked at Soujiro through her cold, greyish eyes and merely muttered,
"Hajimemashita"
Soujiro smiled nervously,"Seta Soujiro desu. Hajimemashita."
"Well, Soujiro-kun, let's get you a futon. Believe it or not, we
have a spare room in this small house. Come, I'll get you settled."
After Soujiro was alone in his borrowed room, Soujiro layed in the
futon and closed his eyes. His thoughts were mixing with the sound
of the rain beating. But then he heard a sound the made his blood
stop flowing through his veins.
It was the sound of metal upon metal as several men unsheathed their
katanas and made their way towards the house.
*********************************************************
Author's Chitchat: Want me to stop? E-Mail me your desperate pleas.
Want me to continue? Please review. Constructive critisism appreciated.
Please don't flame me. Arigatou Gozaimashita minna-san!!!