A/N: YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I FINISHED THE FIRST CHAPTER! Now, I finished this chapter in two days, I couldn't work on it for awhile due to the homework that'll never end or go away! tears Now, this is a little different from my Inu-Yasha fanfic. I believe that certain plots fit with certain styles of writing. Also I wrote that one in the beginning of eighth grade. Again, terribly sorry for the delay.

May 7, 2004. Data Log Entry: Alrighty! This chapter has not been altered for the most part. Maybe a few grammar and wording tweeks, but nothing major. Yet. evil laughter, lightening

Disclaimer: KENSHIN & CO. DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please don't send the penguins after me! Squirrels either! SOME OF THE CREDIT GOES TO SILVERARCHER! MY FANFIC IS THE ALTERNATE ENDING TO HERS! SHE ASKED ME TO WRITE THIS! SO, PLEASE! GO AND READ HER'S TOO! IT'S INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dancing in a Rain of Blood

In The End

Kenshin watched as Cho spoke something that sent a primal rage through his body.

"Perhaps I'll remind you of how to kill." He turned and started advancing on the child.

Anger coiled up through his body, the darker side screaming at him to release. Kenshin closed his eyes for a millisecond deciding what to do next. There was no other choice. He had to do this. He had to make this sacrifice. His body tensed into a tight stance. His whole body pulled taut like a spring under pressure. He gave an unholy cry and sprung forward, tearing the hidden blade from the sheath in a flash of silver.

Misao gasped covering her shaking hands over her mouth. She was too speechless, to breathe, to think. What was going on? Her mind couldn't match the Himura she knew with the man, no demon, in front of her. She was snapped out of her reverie when she saw a flash of violet, Kaoru's kimono. She was running right toward the eye of the hurricane. Her grandfather and her both cried out. "NO MS.KAORU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WATCH OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A scream shattered the battle, ripping it open, changing reality into a horrible nightmare. Kenshin's heart stopped, his blood running cold. He could feel the steel ripping through warm flesh, but not Cho's.

The townsfolk turned to the entrance of the old shrine, startled by the sudden scream. After a few minutes of trying to come up with a reasonable, a normal explanation, they shrugged it off. They shrugged it off with a simple excuse forbidding their minds to grasp the full weight of what had just happened. The sunset turned the sky red and orange. Onlookers only saw darkness above the shrine. Only one dared to look at the steps. A young girl, namely Tsubame who had traveled to Kyoto hearing Yahiko was traveling here. She shuddered as crimson liquid poured down the steps in rivulets. She went with her first instinct. Police.

Saito sat in his office staring out at the city of Kyoto, pondering Shishio's next move. He had been at it all day and was growing very frustrated. He was already on his fifth cigarette, and that one was almost done too. Suddenly, one of his officers burst through the door.

"Sir!"

"What is it?" Saito raised an eyebrow and blew smoke into the air.

"We have a young girl. She's in sobs, the only thing we could get out of her was.."

"I would like to see her immediately." Saito couldn't place it exactly, but something told him, this had something to do with Battousai.

A trembling girl with puffy red eyes stepped timidly into the room. "S-s-s-sir?" She whispered, her voice cracking.

"Now, tell me."

Tsubame could feel new tears wash away the old ones as she tried to speak. "Blood, all over the stairs of the old temple. An ear splitting shriek, then it died into a groan. It sounded like a girl, sir." She gulped, attempting to calm herself. "And."

"And?"

"A...a yell, a rough yell, Hiten Mitsurugi or something like that. It was almost inaudible."

"Thank you, that'll be all. Hondo."

The officer jumped to life. "Yes sir?"

"Take this girl somewhere where she can receive comfort."

The officer immediately from the order scurried out of the room behind the girl, shutting the door after him.

Saito smirked, the old desire to compete against Himura Kenshin growing stronger. "So, the Battousai has been unleashed." He quickly walked out, taking a carriage to the old shrine. His sword on his belt, a cigarette at his lips.

The harsh waves fueled by the wind tossed the boat around, turning Yahiko's face green. He tried to hold it in, but to know avail. He let out his lunch over the side. He brought his head back up. "Almost there busu. And boy do you owe me for this one!" Yahiko lulled his head to the side and saw the patch of town not a half-hour from there. "Is that Kyoto?" A faint scream carried across the sudden harsh wind, making everyone turn their heads and stare. Yahiko gulped involuntarily, a feeling of uneasiness filling his stomach, other than the seasickness. "Kaoru, you and Kenshin better be okay, if you're not I'll never forgive you!!!!!!! Not ever!!!!!!!!!!!" Yahiko yelled into the wind, making his fellow passengers stare.

Time seemed to have frozen. A look of pure horror covered the faces of Misao, Okina, Cho, and the young family. The red haired man's face was hidden under ragged bangs. But his aura revealed a torrent of emotions. Kenshin was struggling to remain sane. He didn't have to look up to see who had taken Cho's blast for him. He knew who it was.

Sano trudged along a dirt path looking especially glum. A trademark fishbone protruding from the side of his mouth. He looked up and grinned. 'Kyoto, it's about time. Yahiko and me should be arriving at the same time. Wonder how the brat did on the boat' Sano snickered at the thought, but it was quickly cut off. A strong breeze made dirt fly and made him dig in his heels. "What the hell?" His voice trailed off as his ears caught an anguished cry, filled with pain. "I may just be imagining things, but that sounded like Jou-chan! I think I'll speed things up a bit!" He soon took off at a sprint. Running out of the grove of trees, he saw the ship and noticed Yahiko leaning over the edge. Both of them apparently racing frantically to Kyoto, pushed by an instinct none of them had the time to pick at.

Saito eyed the blood casually like it was an everyday thing, then proceeded up the steps. The sight before him caught him a little off guard, a bloody woman. The Battousai's raccoon girl. And the Battousai, crouched down in the middle of the sea of blood. "Ah, weasel."

Misao gave no reaction, she was too completely focused on the morbid scene before her. Nobody paid any mind to the new arriver. Cho fell backwards, his eyes widened in fear. "I-i-i-is t-t-t-t-hat the B-b- battousai?!"

"Indeed." Saito couldn't hide his hunger for the opportunity. "Finally, Battousai, you've finally been awakened from your idealistic dreams."

That day the shriek of a maiden and the roar of a demon joined in a meeting of death shattering the peace and the barrier containing the darker side. The sky turned red, but not for long, for the blood fell in splatters and sprays, raining down on the city of Kyoto staining the almost healed ground with sins from a reopened wound.

A/N: Teehee, I know I'm evil, evil incarnate! But hey! Next chapter will come Tuesday! dodges penguins and squirrels Again, credit and thanks to SilverArcher for allowing and asking me to do this! ARIGATOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the End: It just fits. Kenshin tried soooooo hard to bury the Battousai in him and in the end it didn't even matter.......sniff By Linkin Park, but I want you to tell me if it fits!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ALWAYS READ & REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARIGATOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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