Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, and I never will. Sighs
Blood.
It was everywhere; staining his clothing, his hands, his face...
What am I doing here?
He was standing in a pool of blood not his own; a severed head lying at his feet. The dead man's eyes stared into his blankly. There was no accusation in that gaze; no pain, no suffering. The man had no time to feel any of these things. In some ways, that scared him more than anything else.
What have I become?
His master had warned him, but he refused to listen. Now, he was paying the price.
Master...
They called him a demon; a monster whose only goal was to kill.
...I'm sorry...
He joined this war to help people, but instead he was killing them.
...for doubting you.
He could only continue on this path, and hope that someday the fighting would end.
You were right.
And when that day came, he would never kill again.
AN: Well, once again my muse has decided to take a sadistic turn and plunge my thoughts into another Fandom. I'll get back to my other story soon, don't worry. But, I watched Trust and Betrayal (finally!) and this popped into my head. It's not the best writing I've done, but I hope it's worth reveiwing. Please, let me know what you think!