Sorry guys for not updating "The Soaring Dragons" but my writer's inspiration need some rest so this is the result.

It's a short one shot that has 0.0022 to do with Christmas. Anyhow, Enjoy!!

Listen to some really dark music to unlock the secret emotions locked with in the carefully threaded barriers of this fiction lol.

Happy soon to be Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Dark Christmas Battousai/ Kaoru fanfiction

"Hiten Mitsurugi style, Do ryu Sen" Debris from the ground were swept up by a powerful force and whipped towards it's soon to be victim.

"GAH." He screamed as he grabbed at various spots on his broken body. His eyes bulged out in pain. He was too caught up in his pains to notice his attacker loom over him and stab the sword through his heart. His head lolled to one side lifelessly as he drowned in a pool of his own warm, fresh blood.

Battousai the Manslayer flicked the red liquid from his demonic sword and disappeared into the sunset like a ghost.

It's December of the 10th year of the Meiji Era. A young girl sat on the porch of her lonely dojo as she watched the snowflakes fall from the sky gently like little pairs of wings gliding down from the sky to land in a thick layer of white powder already on the ground, she gently brushed strands of hair behind her ear as they were blown in her face by the harsh, biting wind. She wrapped the blanket around herself more tightly as she felt a chill go up her spine. A lone tear rolled down her smooth cheeks as she watched the peaceful atmosphere of her dojo. The forest beyond the fence was blanketed in a layer of the very same powder on the ground with little bits of green peeping out from under the weight.

Her face fell into her hands as she broke into tears.

"Father, mother, why?" She whispered through her pain. "Why did you have to leave me?" She asked no one in particular; even though she was crying her melodic voice still didn't break. It was like the gentle chirping of birds on a spring morning yet there was so much pain in them.

"They died for your future." Her head whipped up from its resting position in her hands and she stared at a lone figure that stood beside her wide open doors. He had a head of red hair that was tied up into a high ponytail on his head, they reminded her of a raging flame in a place of darkness. His eyes were a golden color that shone with a ferocious light that was more than terrifying to her. She shivered not from the wind but from the pure darkness that seemed to surround this stranger that stood at her doors. Her gaze trailed over his entire form and noticed two swords at his hips, one long and one short. She tensed and immediately jumped up from her sitting position.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?" She asked with as much composure as she could muster under his enormous CHI.

"I'm Himura Battousai and I will stay here for the night." Kaoru's knees almost buckled as he said his name.

"Ba, Battousai." She stepped backwards. "The legendary manslayer?" His deathly gaze answered her question. She watched as he lifted his eyes from her and walked towards the door to her house. It was then that she regained her usual self. "He, HEY!" She ran after him stupidly as one would put it. Most people would run away from him rather than towards him.

She stopped behind her unexpected visitor as he made his way through the long hallway into the house. "Hold it right there!" She yelled. "Battousai the manslayer!" She watched intently as he slowly turned around, his eyes seemed to emit a deathly pale light that threatened to freeze her where she stood. She mustered as much energy as she could summon and continued. "Who do you think you are just strolling into my house without my permission?" She asked even though she knew somewhat that she wasn't going to get an answer so when he spoke, she was very much surprised.

"Why are you not afraid?" He asked much to her surprise. His gaze scanned her lithe figure coldly.

The girl set her chin forward determinedly and said "Afraid? Why should I be afraid of you?" She continued fearlessly but stupidly in Battousai's opinion. "The worst you could do is killing me." She said through her anger at this stranger. "Now get out of my house." She pointed behind her where the two of them had just entered.

A feral smirk suddenly appeared on Battousai's lips. "There are worse things in life than death" He turned around and took a step towards her. He would be lying to himself if he said he was not attracted to her. She was more beautiful than any women he had met through his ten years of wandering throughout the country he fought for. It was through a string of strange and twisted events that led him to this village called Edo. As he noticed the sun beginning to set and no available shelter nearby he decided to step into a dojo that he had come upon.

As soon as he entered he noticed a girl wrapped in blankets crying. He thought she was just any ordinary girl until he saw her eyes. They were deep pools of sapphire that went deeper than the deepest oceans. They alone told him that she was more experienced than most women he had met through his travels, but he felt the innocence of a child as he sensed her. Then came the temper of a tiger. All these elements combined with her angelic face made her instantly almost irresistible to him. He had fought the urge but now she was so close…

"HEY!" the loud shout snapped him out of his musings and brought him back into the half lit hallway. He noticed that she held a boken in her right hand. She took a step forward and pointed her boken at his face. "Get out of my house!" her command like shout echoed in the hallway and the two of them stood in their original positions and simply stared at each other as time passed by.

Finally, the girl decided to lounge at the intruder, but as she thrust out her boken at his head he seemed to have disappeared with a flicker of red. The next thing she knew both of her hands were bound together by a indigo ribbon and she felt her silky raven hair cascade down her shoulders as she dropped her boken. Battousai opened a door beside him and dragged her in.

She fell into him and an involuntary blush crept up her cheeks.

"Happy Christmas." He whispered.

THE END

How about that for a twist?