Rurouni Kenshin
Divine Redemption
Disclaimer: The works of Rurouni Kenshin/Samurai X rightfully belong to Nobuhiro Watsuki-sensei.
Disclaimer 1: All new characters (young and old, major or minor) are rightfully my property. No one is allowed to use them unless they want a beating!
Disclaimer 2: No profit here! I'm not making money out of this venture.
You Have Been Forewarned! There are spoilers in this fan fiction that relate to the ending ofRurouni Kenshin/Samurai X. You are reading this knowing that I have already warned you and that there will be consequences to your understanding of the world of Kenshin. So please, have an open mind about the current situations of the characters to follow.
Prologue: Return
Down by the docks of Kyoto, large ships departed and arrived against the waves of the ocean. Many people that passed through wore dresses in large frocks and suits. The West had merged with the East. The eighteenth year of Meiji came to prosper and many people had begun to live in this world. Although the ruling classes still had their share of troublesome folk for some years, peace reigned in the country of Japan. The Western world greatly influenced the culture of the land whilst economy shone and dimmed in its prospects and recessions.
For the past seven years, he had disappeared from Japan. He had been on the run from Tokyo, taking flight on a ship bound for the Main Continent, and thus had not returned. But this day, in the middle of the summer heat, he stands by the hull of a large ship facing the docks of Kyoto. The piers drew closer towards the ship as the large engine slowed to a crawl. Many foreigners looked ahead towards the land in mild wonder. He stood in anticipation and nonchalance.
The ship boarded the pier, and many people from the large endeavour walked off its ramp onto the dock. He stood with his knapsack across his back and the clothes he held dear. His face had met with age from his teenage years, and it is this gruff exterior that barred off many people on board. He turned towards the ramp and walked off the ship. His large form strode by the many fisherman and workers on the docks. The smell of gutted fish and salty air brought back few memories of his past. How he had ran for so long.
"I wonder how everyone's doing?" he murmured. He walked past the docks, receiving many glances from people around him. A dirty window took his interest, and upon finding it, he smeared the grime away from its surface. He peered into his reflection. Stubble had grown around his once youthful face, and his hair had matted out chaotically atop his head. He looked to his clothes and found the dirt and stains that adorned its white cloths. He sighed. He knew it was too long since he had a proper bath.
"You're growing old Sanosuke," he muttered. He turned towards the city of Kyoto, and shaking his head, continued to make his journey. Sanosuke crossed the docks and into the marketplaces that followed. It was not long for him to walk into the city with nothing but a knapsack and his clothes on his back.
