Author's Note: Okay… another fic…Samurai X now…
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of this fic.
Sometimes, I wonder why he suffered so much. Sometimes, I wonder why he just let those things pass him by… People criticize him, he was okay…people judge him, he was okay… people pity him, he was okay… he gets hurt with all of those harsh words, he was okay… sometimes I wonder…
Figments of our past come to haunt us in the present. Sometimes, people don't care how you've changed, or what you've become now. Sometimes, they see you for who you were, not as who you are.
Kenshin Himura… Battousai… the wanderer… he had so many names… in some times, it seemed like we was immune to all the criticism…
People judged him for who he was… for how many people he had killed before. For how many innocent lives were lost because of him… People looked down on him now… they were not afraid anymore… now, they were disgusted. They hated him for who he was in the past. They hated him for being Battousai… but that was fine with him.
I've known him for quite a while now, and we've gotten closer to each other now. We are comfortable with each other… sometimes, other people even say, we get too comfortable. He doesn't care what they say… it's still fine with him.
It pains me to say that I pity him. Yes, I pity him. I've seen so much blood in his battles, but they're not half as much as what he has been through. Ever since he was young, as he told me, he'd gone through so much killings, so much blood. But it was okay. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be…that was how he explained it to me… I would have thought otherwise, but still… it was fine with him.
I watch him now, frying fish with Sano and Yoshi…who don't really seem to be helping. I smile as he smiles back at me. I could not believe that people have learned to hate this man. It seemed impossible to have so much hatred for such a good person. He helped people… both mentally and physically. He saved just as many lives as he had killed. He was making up for all that he had done before. He was in atonement. How? How could they take one good look at him now and say that he is a killer? It's impossible.
Sometimes, I wonder why he suffered so much. Sometimes, I wonder why he just let those things pass him by… People criticize him, he was okay…people judge him, he was okay… people pity him, he was okay… he gets hurt with all of those harsh words, he was okay… sometimes I wonder…
What if he knows that I get hurt when he gets hurt…would he still be okay?
Author's Note: Drabble much…. Review please!