Note1: Well this is just a little introduction to a crossover I'm wrote between WK and RK. I've only come across one other
story that was a crossover between those two particular anime, and I was inspired to try my hand at writing my own. (You can
find Jo-chan's fic here) If you like it, drop me a review or an e-mail! All right,
enough of me talking! On with the fic!
Note2: blah = thoughts; /blah/ = mental conversation
Note3: I finally figured out how to post with an html file instead of a notepad format, so I'm just reposting all the chapters how I wanted them to be in the first place. Hurrah!
WARNING: If you don't want to know what happens in the Rurouni Kenshin OAV's (or Samurai X), I would suggest you stop reading this fic as it WILL contain spoilers for the above. Of course, if you haven't watched them you might not understand what the meaning of some of the stuff is that is going on, but you should be able to follow quite easily. Thanks!
Synchronicity
Chapter One: Beginnings
He had been fighting, no, killing again. His body shook with the effort of standing up straight. He was breathing heavily with his exertion. A fitful breeze blew his long hair behind him, and the rain in his eyes. It brought the stench of death with it. He brushed some of his unruly hair out of his eyes. The samurai's ponytail that he wore did nothing to keep it out of his face. He looked down at the street.
His targets lay all around him. His sword dripped with their blood. Unconsciously he flicked the blood off and sheathed it at his side. The blood ran into the gutters, swirling out of sight with the rain. His hand moved up to touch the cross scar on his cheek. It throbbed every time he made a kill. His hand came away slick with his own blood.
Long hair? Cross scar? Aya sat up suddenly in bed, gasping for air. He could feel the sweat running down his neck. His hand moved on its own to touch his cheek. Smooth. No scar. What the hell was that about? He had strange dreams and yes, nightmares often, but never a dream like that. Mostly they were about his sister's accident. He shuddered at the carnage that had been before him. What scared him most was that he was the one who had brought it about. He had killed all those people.
He shook his head. That shouldn't have scared him. He had killed people before as an assassin in Weiss. Why should this dream terrify him so much? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but how he felt in that dream, and how he felt when he was carrying out his orders from Persia were two very different things.
Well, he wasn't going to be able to sleep now. He glanced at the clock. 3:15AM. Great. And the others wonder why I'm so grumpy all the time. He grimaced. Might as well go watch T.V. or something.
He wandered out into the living room of their shared apartment above the flower shop. Idly, he wondered if Youji had gotten back from his "hot date" yet. At least he would have someone to talk to. He would never admit it, but he did enjoy his teammates' company every once in a while.
Aya peered into the kitchen. No Youji. Well, all right then. He'd just get himself something to drink and go sit in front of the T.V. like a zombie for three hours. He shivered. Anything to get that dream out of his system.
Aya woke with a start as he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder lightly. Groggy from sleep, his first reaction was to reach for his katana. It wasn't there. He flung the hand off and swiftly stood up in one motion.
"Easy, Aya," said a calm voice. "It's just me."
Youji. A wave of relief swept over him. "What time is it?" he snapped, mentally shaking the last vestiges of sleep out of his mind.
Youji glanced at his watch that doubled as a weapon. "6 AM." He flipped his long hair out of his face.
Aya glared at him. "And you just got home?"
Youji dismissed his question with a wave of his hand. "I slept in her apartment. Don't worry," he added wryly, seeing the look in Aya's eyes. "I actually did sleep. I won't compromise our mission tonight."
Aya had forgotten the mission. How could he? Memories of the night flooded back. The dream. Silently, he turned and stalked into the kitchen. Youji just shrugged and lit a cigarette.
Rinsing the dishes left over from the night before, Aya tried not to remember his dream. It didn't work. Terror gripped him again and he stood poised over the sink, a mug in his hands. The water running down the drain turned red.
"Come on, Aya, we're going to be late!" Youji's voice drifted from his bedroom. "We have the first shift."
Aya let out his breath, shaking. He slowly unclenched his fingers from the mug and set it down in the sink. He turned off the water, noticing that his hands were trembling.
"Aya, come on!" Youji called impatiently from the living room.
That morning in the shop was a routine one. Omi left for school, Ken came down looking bleary-eyed and was immediately drug off by a gang of children. Youji prattled on to fill the silence that Aya refused to break. Let the others talk. He hadn't had much to say since his sister's accident.
He frowned, fingers pausing midway to the arrangement he was working on. There hadn't been much on his mind except revenge and his sister's recovery. But now Takatori Reiji was dead, and Aya-chan still hadn't woken up. Now that his revenge was fulfilled, he didn't know what to do. He had thrown himself into it fully, concentrating on nothing else. When he had finally killed Takatori, he had lost his purpose. So he stayed with Weiss. Aya snorted. Not that he could leave. Not that any of them could actually leave.
"Oi, Aya," Youji's voice came from behind him. He laid a hand on Aya's shoulder. "Are you all right? You seem kind of out of it."
Aya shrugged the hand off and moved smoothly away. "I'm fine," he said curtly.
Youji gave him a strange look and went to wait on another customer. Aya gave him a dark stare and returned to the forgotten flower arrangement. -->
Note2: blah = thoughts; /blah/ = mental conversation
Note3: I finally figured out how to post with an html file instead of a notepad format, so I'm just reposting all the chapters how I wanted them to be in the first place. Hurrah!
WARNING: If you don't want to know what happens in the Rurouni Kenshin OAV's (or Samurai X), I would suggest you stop reading this fic as it WILL contain spoilers for the above. Of course, if you haven't watched them you might not understand what the meaning of some of the stuff is that is going on, but you should be able to follow quite easily. Thanks!
Chapter One: Beginnings
He had been fighting, no, killing again. His body shook with the effort of standing up straight. He was breathing heavily with his exertion. A fitful breeze blew his long hair behind him, and the rain in his eyes. It brought the stench of death with it. He brushed some of his unruly hair out of his eyes. The samurai's ponytail that he wore did nothing to keep it out of his face. He looked down at the street.
His targets lay all around him. His sword dripped with their blood. Unconsciously he flicked the blood off and sheathed it at his side. The blood ran into the gutters, swirling out of sight with the rain. His hand moved up to touch the cross scar on his cheek. It throbbed every time he made a kill. His hand came away slick with his own blood.
Long hair? Cross scar? Aya sat up suddenly in bed, gasping for air. He could feel the sweat running down his neck. His hand moved on its own to touch his cheek. Smooth. No scar. What the hell was that about? He had strange dreams and yes, nightmares often, but never a dream like that. Mostly they were about his sister's accident. He shuddered at the carnage that had been before him. What scared him most was that he was the one who had brought it about. He had killed all those people.
He shook his head. That shouldn't have scared him. He had killed people before as an assassin in Weiss. Why should this dream terrify him so much? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but how he felt in that dream, and how he felt when he was carrying out his orders from Persia were two very different things.
Well, he wasn't going to be able to sleep now. He glanced at the clock. 3:15AM. Great. And the others wonder why I'm so grumpy all the time. He grimaced. Might as well go watch T.V. or something.
He wandered out into the living room of their shared apartment above the flower shop. Idly, he wondered if Youji had gotten back from his "hot date" yet. At least he would have someone to talk to. He would never admit it, but he did enjoy his teammates' company every once in a while.
Aya peered into the kitchen. No Youji. Well, all right then. He'd just get himself something to drink and go sit in front of the T.V. like a zombie for three hours. He shivered. Anything to get that dream out of his system.
Aya woke with a start as he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder lightly. Groggy from sleep, his first reaction was to reach for his katana. It wasn't there. He flung the hand off and swiftly stood up in one motion.
"Easy, Aya," said a calm voice. "It's just me."
Youji. A wave of relief swept over him. "What time is it?" he snapped, mentally shaking the last vestiges of sleep out of his mind.
Youji glanced at his watch that doubled as a weapon. "6 AM." He flipped his long hair out of his face.
Aya glared at him. "And you just got home?"
Youji dismissed his question with a wave of his hand. "I slept in her apartment. Don't worry," he added wryly, seeing the look in Aya's eyes. "I actually did sleep. I won't compromise our mission tonight."
Aya had forgotten the mission. How could he? Memories of the night flooded back. The dream. Silently, he turned and stalked into the kitchen. Youji just shrugged and lit a cigarette.
Rinsing the dishes left over from the night before, Aya tried not to remember his dream. It didn't work. Terror gripped him again and he stood poised over the sink, a mug in his hands. The water running down the drain turned red.
"Come on, Aya, we're going to be late!" Youji's voice drifted from his bedroom. "We have the first shift."
Aya let out his breath, shaking. He slowly unclenched his fingers from the mug and set it down in the sink. He turned off the water, noticing that his hands were trembling.
"Aya, come on!" Youji called impatiently from the living room.
That morning in the shop was a routine one. Omi left for school, Ken came down looking bleary-eyed and was immediately drug off by a gang of children. Youji prattled on to fill the silence that Aya refused to break. Let the others talk. He hadn't had much to say since his sister's accident.
He frowned, fingers pausing midway to the arrangement he was working on. There hadn't been much on his mind except revenge and his sister's recovery. But now Takatori Reiji was dead, and Aya-chan still hadn't woken up. Now that his revenge was fulfilled, he didn't know what to do. He had thrown himself into it fully, concentrating on nothing else. When he had finally killed Takatori, he had lost his purpose. So he stayed with Weiss. Aya snorted. Not that he could leave. Not that any of them could actually leave.
"Oi, Aya," Youji's voice came from behind him. He laid a hand on Aya's shoulder. "Are you all right? You seem kind of out of it."
Aya shrugged the hand off and moved smoothly away. "I'm fine," he said curtly.
Youji gave him a strange look and went to wait on another customer. Aya gave him a dark stare and returned to the forgotten flower arrangement. -->