Hope you all enjoy it! It's my first one shot, so I hope I do okay.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin.
It was cold out.
Very cold.
The air was thin and dry, despite the pristine snow that was now currently falling on the city of Kyoto. Everything was now coated in a thin dusting of the white flakes, excepting the roads, where the pure snow had been debased to a dirtied slush because of the many people, carts, and carriages that has traversed them.
But it was nighttime now.
And when it was nighttime, it was almost assured that it would rain blood. Anyone who had any sense stayed indoors once the sun had set, but those who knew better and decided to do their traveling at night anyway had enough sense to hire a bodyguard. Not that it would matter—especially if Hitokiri Battousai had been assigned to deliver tenchuu that night.
The snow… is… bleeding… Kenshin observed as he looked upon to corpses of the men that he had just slaughtered—their blood dying the once pure snow to a bright red. He stared at the decapitated bodies for a few moments before wiping his blade in the snow.
I should leave now. He told himself, but for some reason his body wouldn't obey. His body was numb with the cold, but that wasn't why he couldn't move. He was staring at the snow—it had once been pure and undefiled but now it was stained with blood...blood that could never be washed off.
Like me… He thought morbidly, his eyes becoming soft.
Wait—No! not now. Kenshin shook his head to clear himself of his troubling thoughts. Those thoughts were not appropriate right now—not while he was working.
Perhaps it is the cold that has me like this…He assured himself as he slowly slid his katana back into its sheath. He swiftly turned around to head out of the alley, but he stopped suddenly, his sandals making a crunching sound in the snow as they came to a complete halt.
He had suddenly become aware of something wet dripping off of his chin. He put his hand up to his face to see what it was—perhaps some snowflakes had fallen on his cheeks and melted. But when he pulled his hand away to see what it was, he froze.
It was blood. His blood.
It was dripping slowly, making small dots of red in the snow. He stared at his trembling blood stained hand, confused and in a way… frightened.
What is wrong with me…?
"Oi! Himura!" I'izuka ran up to greet the infamous manslayer, who completely ignored him. I'izuka didn't find this in the least bit odd; for he was used to the Battousai's ignoring him quite frequently. He briefly looked at the corpses to make sure they were indeed dead, then addressed the manslayer once again.
"Himura you—" I'izuka stopped when he realized that no one was there, then sighed. "I hate it when he does that…" He mumbled as he scratched his head.
"Nani?" I'izuka looked down at the snow, a small trail of blood catching his eye. Himura, injured…? The thought seemed absurd at first until he remembered the day Battousai got his scar. It was a small cut, but he had let someone get him on the face…
"Oh well." I'izuka decided to dismiss the matter, if Himura was injured Okami could take care of him. And with that he got to work on getting rid of the bodies. He cleaned them up without a problem, but the bloodstained snow had to be covered up. He tried to brush some clean snow onto it, but no matter what he tried the fresh snow would just soak up the blood beneath it.
"Blood will never wash off…" Kenshin whispered to himself as he stared at his hand once more, his back up against the wall in his room.
"Never…"
sorry if there are some grammar, punctuation, or spelling mistakes… I did at around midnight. Please review!
