Summary: Himura Kenshin is one of the strongest of the Patriots, and even Saitou comments a demon in human form. Well maybe he wasn't so far off... Starts prior to Samurai X: Trust (& Betrayal)

Disclaimer: I'm sure that with this Kenshin's going to have some OOC occuring, but I'm not sure how serious it's going to be.

I do have a certain amount of the storyline following canon, but I noticed there are a few places that will not be even close...

If you know who Tomoe Yukishiro is her entrance will not be following Canon, as for the rest of series that has yet to be determined.

Edited edition- 2/19/11 This starts from before even Hiko's appearance in the series.

- the beginning-

Autumn light danced feverishly around them, as they waited for the precious strands of gold to dissipate into soft silver. His makeshift parents found themselves waiting rather impatiently for once in their lives, for their young charge refused to come inside. He was much too engrossed with the sun and its morning dwellers, he watched them slowly travel home as the last vistages of sunlight danced across his cheeks leaving a small trail of pink.

"Shinta Chan, you can't just leave us hanging like that. You know when we get excited its impossible for us to travel in the warmth of the sun," his new mother scolded him lightly. The small boy smiled lightly nodding, his new father standing from the door frame observing from a distance, "so did you meet anyone today?" She was cheery, as if his presence demanded that of her. In a way it had, the way he had shown up blood stained silver hair on the shoreline one night, his mystifying amber eyes slowly dying to light indigo.

"Yes, indeed I did. They reminded me of someone, like an older brother, but he turned out to be from Wa. So perhaps he is not," his words might have puzzled them, had they not known he wasn't from Japan originally. They had taught him Japanese for the last several years, but he still retained parts of another base language. They assumed it was Chinese for all the strange pronunciations in the process, he had given in on a lot on these foreign ideas.

"An Oniisan from Nihon instead of Chugoku? How very interesting for you then Shinta Chan," she smiled still despite the strange news. She turned the strange child to face her, noticing his slight turmoil at the subject, "shall we visit them with a warning Shinta Chan? So that they be persuaded to leave you alone?" The small child shook his head, he had lived long enough in Wa to know that this couple would fight to keep him away from those who hunted him.

"Shinta you should be more careful, you know we are of no protection when you do such things. Shinta?" he was looking at him from the doorway still, "your blood is thick with that of the Imperials. You should stay lying low for a few more years, you know how dangerous those hunters are that still seek you out." Shinta frowned, he looked at the woman holding his shoulders and moved her hands away softly.

"Daijoubu, I am not so reckless as to go looking for trouble," he responded lightly, "I am sorry for worrying both of you." He cocked his head sideways and walked inside past his 'father'. The man simply nodded and let him pass by to his room. He looked at his wife of several hundred years, she frowned only slightly as the young man passed. They waited until his footsteps vanished to finish their earlier conversation.

"Do you think the Paladins will be enough of a distraction? So that the Chogoku-jin bounty hunters finally leave him alone. Even so, he will probably be considered one of us anyways. After all he's been staying here certainly long enough without aging the Paladins will certainly think so," the man with dark aristocratic features, and his pale wife exchanged glances.

"Felix, certainly there has to be a better way than them chasing him to ends of the earth," the blonde haired woman frowned. Her fair phantom hair swaying in the pale moonlight of eternal night. Her companion, whom she shared her blood and life with for many centuries now, held her gently against his chest. Despite they would never feel warmth, they could still feel comfort from each other's being there.

"Anata, you shouldn't be so worried about him. He is the Imperial Prince, the one who might be able to kill off all those annoying Paladins," Felix whispered softly through her hair, she breathed lightly watching the city settle.

"We should do something to help him, do you think perhaps he will be able to?" she looked over at him softly. He murmured softly in response, it sounded as if he said that 'perhaps' like a soft sleep response. Shinta was indeed worthy of being chased after, blood that could absorb the abnormal properties of any other type. In short any other creature he came across he could take in their attributes and make them his own.