Lost Dreams of Happiness
Ch 1
This is a new story I thought of... and I'm really looking forward to seeing what people think of it... and of continuing!
So please enjoy reading this... and also review!
Um... yeah, I know this is the second time I've uploaded this... but I forgot to put a disclaimer on it... sweatdrop Oops.
Soo... Disclaimer: I do not own all or any of Rurouni Kenshin.. I wish I did, but all I can have is the anime DVDs and magna volumes (becomes depressed) such a sad world...
Enjoy this time around!
The wind was silent, overcome by the brightness and warmth of the sun, which had decided to return home in order to sulk over its loss, leaving the earth untouched. In its triumph, the blazing ball of fire floating high in the sky encompassed the globe's inhabitants, keeping everything heated and lit with an inner brightness and fire.
Displaying their happiness, the animals interacted with each other. Birds were chirping conversations while squirrels chased friends around and through the trees and bushes. Larger animals looked on, silently adding their share of joy to the whole.
Through this festivity a small, redheaded man walked, his sandals whispering on the dirt road as he moved. The animals took no notice of him, and others left the man ignored as he went past, lost in his own thoughts.
Occasionally he stopped and raised his face to the sky, letting the sun shine down on him while enjoying its warmth. The man would stand in silent contemplation for several minutes until just as abruptly he would shake his head and continue walking.
When he rounded a corner, moving away from the main city and nearing his destination, all of his senses abruptly alerted him that something was wrong by temporarily deserting him.
The redhead paused in place, trying to sense what was wrong. He peered ahead but nothing was there, and around him, everything was silent.
But that wasn't right… just a few seconds ago it had seemed like all of the forest was teeming with life.
With a sudden pang of dread, the man took off running.
He ran faster then he had ever run in his whole life, his sandals crunching the dirt recklessly as he kicked it up in his hurry. The landscape rushed past him, combining into a blur of colorless objects as they were left in his wake
He arrived quickly at his original destination, and slid to a halt, falling to his knees as his momentum carried forward after the sudden stop , taking him with it. When he was able to breathe normally once more, the man raised his head to find a sight that one would find in nightmares taking place in reality directly in front of his eyes.
The Kamiya dojo, where he had spent the past five years of his life, was burning, enveloped in bright red and orange flames as it was destroyed.
All at once, his senses returned to him. The bright colors of the fire were etched into his eyes, the cracking and popping of the flames as it devoured the wood were deafening to his sensitive ears, and the smell of the dojo's wood, smoothed and polished by much oil and elbow grease, now turned to foul smoke would always be with him.
No matter what happened after this, he would always remember this day.
The redhead slowly came back to reality as he knelt in the road, wide-eyes. Eventually he realized that other people had gathered and had surrounded him, chattering amongst themselves.
"I wonder what happened…"
"It's only the small dojo run by that woman teacher…"
"Shouldn't someone get the police?"
"What could they do?"
"How about using buckets or something?"
"Thank goodness no one's inside…"
'Yes, everyone's out somewhere,' the man thankfully thought, his eyes still locked on the damncing flames. 'Even though the dojo will be gone, we can go somewhere else, Kaoru-dono will be able to teach again, life for all of us will continue.'
But a few seconds later, he double-checked himself. 'No, Kaoru-dono didn't come into the city with me; she stayed to give lessons to Yahiko. And Sano probably wasn't awake yet, he's usually still asleep now. So that means….'
His breath hitched as he came to the realisation that only one thing could come of this.
"No!"
The redhead wasn't aware he shouted the word aloud, as in one movement; he stood and ran at the gate.
"Kaoru-dono!"
His strong hands rose to grip the latch of the gate and he began pushing and pulling on it, wishing with all of his heart for it to open.
However, the door did not open, even with all the pressure he was putting on it, but the man continued trying, pushing harder and harder.
Suddenly there was a deafening roar as the remaining structure collapses in on itself, turning into a pile of mostly charred planks of wood and various other burnt objects. A wave of heat washed over them, causing the town folk to step back and gasp.
The man was unaware of everything except for the few remaining parts of the dojo, and he panicked. He pressed and pulled harder, the single thought running through his mind to get inside and rescue his friends, as well as the one he loved.
Then there were strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him away from the gate- and a few seconds later what was left of the dojo shuddered to the ground in a black pile of death, dark against the earthy tone of the yard.
But the redhead gripped the handle tightly in his hands, unwilling to give up hope.
"Himura, let go," demanded a stern voice, pulling harder while tightening his hold.
"No! Kaoru-dono, I have to get her out!"
The voice's owner tugged harder than he had before, forcefully dislodging the other's hands. Both of them stumbled back a few steps then fell to the ground from the force of the man's strength.
"No! Sano! Yahiko!" The man shouted desperately, clawing at the ground as he tried to release himself.
"They're gone, Himura. They're all dead."
The redhead slumped to the ground, his head falling against the hard earth as his hands curled into fists. "No, they aren't! They can't be!"
His rescuer sighed and pulled the other up into a somewhat reasonable sitting position.
"Even if you deny the fact Himura, it's still true." The man stood up and straightened, then tried to pull the redhead up as well- but he refused to cooperate. The man sighed, "Stand up baka, don't just sit there like an idiot."
But the smaller man didn't hear, his eyes were trained on the door, as if he could see through it to the inside of the yard.
The other groaned softly and pulled again on the thin arms. "Why do you have to be so stubborn about this? You hurt yourself, you need to be treated."
"Fujita-san?"
The man who had been addressed turned his head to see a worried old woman standing next to him. After a second he smiled as reassuringly as he could at her, "no need to worry Miss, he'll be fine."
"Oh," she said, cast another glance at Kenshin, and walked away.
When a citizen was no longer addressing him, the man dropped the false smile and looked down at the redhead. "He's strong, he'll recover." There was a long pause before he added, "I hope."
He shrugged off the worry and reached down to pull the younger man to his feet. The other stood, his eyes dulled while he replayed the burning of his second home, and family, repeatedly in his head.
"Himura."
There was no answer, so the police officer sighed and picked the redhead up. He would have carried him on his back, but the man thought that that might hurt the other more then it would help him.
Then he turned and walked down the now-empty street, back towards the police station in the city, where the younger man could be treated, and stay until he had recovered.
I hope everyone liked it! Thanks very much for reading!
I'm sorry to the four people who reviewed this the first time... thank you very much for your reviews, I'm sorry they were deleted! If you want to, you may review again, but you don't have to.
This idea came to me after I read Poppy2's A Bittersweet Elegy (I highly recommend it!) It's not a ripoff... just an idea I got from it. But thanks to Poppy2! bows
I really look forward to continuing this story... I have a main plot thought of... so I can try and update soon!
Once again... please review!
Thanks,
ja ne
mji-chan/cara-chan
