I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of its characters. Rurouni Kenshin is the creation of Nobuhiro Watsuki, with the manga and anime rights belonging to Jump Comics, Sony Entertainment, ADVision, and Mediablasters. With that being said, unless otherwise stated, all items in this fan fiction are of my own imagination in combination with too many hours watching, studying or reading Rurouni Kenshin, and were generated strictly for your reading purposes.

Please R&R.

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PROLOG

You all know the story of the wandering Battousai, Kenshin Himura am I correct? The young samurai who was given the name manslayer for that is what he did? Well, now that we are all on the same page, I will begin to tell you about my journey to find my father. WHAT?!?! You did not know Kenshin had a daughter? Well you must know how Kenshin married the young maiden Tomoe and shortly there after she died tragically. Well what legend tends to leave out was that in that short marriage, I was created from Tomoe and Kenshin's love. I was only but six month old when my mother died. My father dealt with his sorrow by burning our house with her inside. He then proceeded to abandon me on the snowy steps of the temple in the nearest town where I was found wrapped up in the finest wool blanket, by and elderly woman.

She took me in and nursed me until I was about nine when she got very ill and soon passed away. After that I strip-searched the house for anything that would help me on my journey to find my father or any information about him. After packing a bag full of food, extra clothing, blankets and water, I found a small blank paged book lying in the woman's bedside table. I decided to claim it as my own and keep notes about my journey. If anything should happen to me and this is found, at lest my father will have known my deep desire to find him and try to renter his heart and once again become his pride and joy. Your probably wondering how I remember all of this considering I was very young. Well when a couple tragedies such as the ones I had happen so fast and so close together, you tend to bring those memories with you to the grave no matter your age and health conditions when they happened.

Growing up in a small town such a Nara, I've heard rumors that my father is no longer a killer but a wandering samurai with a reverse blade sword. My heart his lightened with this news and I feel that I will one day find him. My only hope is that he has not forgotten his daughter. The one he used to rock to sleep at night when my mother was too tired. The one he played with while my mother went to the market to do some simple shopping. The one he called princess every night when he kissed my forehead and said "good-night". The one that made a single tear fall from his tearless eye when he turned and started to walk away from the temple steps one snowy December night ten years ago.

I am… Kanji Himura.