Disclaimer - I am the proud owner of Rurouni Kenshin!

Enishi - Right, and I love my brother in law...

Hitoezakura - Fine, so I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. This series is the property of Watsuki, and I unfortunately, don't have a patent (or the talent to create such a series) on this series, so...there go my chances...

Anyways, I suppose I'm trying to kill myself here. I'm pressed for time, I have writer's block on my best story for the time being, and what do I do? I create a new story...I have the best solutions to my problems, don't I?

However, I have always wanted to dig deeper into the character of Yukishiro Enishi. He's intriguing, and unfortunately, he is always identified as the villain in most stories. In my honest opinion, his insanity is like Soujirou's, except Enishi's insanity ran deeper. Soujirou merely killed his family due to the intense dislike they shared for each other. Enishi however, saw his own sister killed, the very person who was like a mother and father to him, and he simply wanted revenge. But it always seems that Soujirou is loved, while poor Enishi's made into a villain.

So please read and review. It shall be a short story, but hopefully, it will be worth your time. And please review, because when I see many hits but few reviews, I feel disheartened...

Also, I recieved my Rurouni Kenshin translations from so please give credit to this site!

TO INSANITY AND BACK

Prologue - In Rakuminmura

The cold, harsh stone wall propped behind my back was perhaps the most uncomfortable structure designed in this world. The coolness seeped through my torn and tattered clothes, causing my blood-stained garments to crust over. I stared at the vibrant red fluid that originated from my own body, the blood that I intended for my brother-in-law to shed to achieve my Jinchuu. The Jinchuu that I had strived to achieve the past fifteen years, the very Jinchuu that my own dear sister refused to allow, the very Jinchuu that led me to this abominable place.

"Oh well, what the hell! Oh well, what the hell! Oh well-"

Unfortunately, this old man's singing was more abominable than my surroundings. I slumped against the wall, trying to hide both my internal pain and disgust, but once again, unfortunately, the man immediately strolled toward me.

"New here, eh, youngster? You know, I wonder if we haven't met before . . . Ho ho ho, must be my imagination!" chuckled the old man. I glanced up in order to inform him that I had never once seen him, but my one glance confirmed that indeed, the man and I had met somewhere, and he was familiar, but I could currently not remember who he was. I had an excess of time however, so I could utilize some time to spark my memory and rediscover who this man was.

"Maybe it's my imagination as well, but I feel like I've seen your face before as well" I replied rather listlessly. He grinned and started to walk away, looking over his shoulder so that his words could reach my numb ears.

"That's good, then. Both our minds are playing tricks on us. You must have lost something to look so broken down. But I don't need to hear about that. As long as you didn't throw it away, then just like him, you won't be one of those who lives in this dungheap. The time will come when you walk out of here again. Until then . . . I think it's some good fortune that led you to rest here a while."

He disappeared around the corner, whistling his annoying song once again. I slumped back against the wall and glanced down at the old, weather-beaten diary of my dear sister Tomoe, fingering it's tattered, ink-stained pages. I gingerly opened it to reread, like I had after Kaoru had kindly given it to me before I escaped from the police's custody, but this time, as my eyes scanned the first word, I delved into my own thoughts, my journey, and how the turn of events in my sister's life somehow intertwined with mine.

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