Allo! This is G.I.R! I love Invader Zim! ^_^ This is my first
fic ever, not to mention my first Kenshin one. So please enjoy, and if you
must criticize, use constructive criticism. That's all folks! P.S.
Kenshin's POV Is whenever there are *
Red as Blood, White as Snow
Chapter one: Old Memories: Kyoto the city of bloodshed
Tomoe fell to the snow as Kenshin ran her through with his sword.
After her murder, her killer/husband would sometimes feel her delicate, yet warm arms around him. He didn't feel that he deserved even the comfort of a ghost that he had conjured in his mind.
To escape the agony and guilt that he felt in living he often contemplated suicide. 'What better way to escape then to end it all. But, I owe it to Tomoe to bear this pain of living, I owe it to all the people that I've.' Kenshin whispered aloud, "killed" "With this sword."
He spat out the last word in disgust as he flung his heavy weapon across the room. It smacked the wall with a metallic clang, as the sword fell from its sheath on to the floor in front of Kenshin. 'No,' he sighed. 'It's not the sword that kills; it's the person wielding it.' With that thought, Hitokiri Battousai was no more as Kenshin Himura, the wanderer, tossed his sword into a nearby river and left, with only his reverse blade sword strapped to his waist. Kenshin had left behind his past and left it buried in the place that during the revolution was called the city of blood shed, now known as Kyoto.
Soooo.How didja like it?!? Sorry for such a short chapter! ^_^; this was kinda like a flashback so that's why it's so short. If I get at the very least 2 reviews, I will update, alrighty? So see you soon, hopefully, if you love me enough to review that is! *sniffle sniffle* click that little button called review!
Red as Blood, White as Snow
Chapter one: Old Memories: Kyoto the city of bloodshed
Tomoe fell to the snow as Kenshin ran her through with his sword.
After her murder, her killer/husband would sometimes feel her delicate, yet warm arms around him. He didn't feel that he deserved even the comfort of a ghost that he had conjured in his mind.
To escape the agony and guilt that he felt in living he often contemplated suicide. 'What better way to escape then to end it all. But, I owe it to Tomoe to bear this pain of living, I owe it to all the people that I've.' Kenshin whispered aloud, "killed" "With this sword."
He spat out the last word in disgust as he flung his heavy weapon across the room. It smacked the wall with a metallic clang, as the sword fell from its sheath on to the floor in front of Kenshin. 'No,' he sighed. 'It's not the sword that kills; it's the person wielding it.' With that thought, Hitokiri Battousai was no more as Kenshin Himura, the wanderer, tossed his sword into a nearby river and left, with only his reverse blade sword strapped to his waist. Kenshin had left behind his past and left it buried in the place that during the revolution was called the city of blood shed, now known as Kyoto.
Soooo.How didja like it?!? Sorry for such a short chapter! ^_^; this was kinda like a flashback so that's why it's so short. If I get at the very least 2 reviews, I will update, alrighty? So see you soon, hopefully, if you love me enough to review that is! *sniffle sniffle* click that little button called review!