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do NOT own The Beatles or any of their songs.
Hiya folks! Here are some angsty/dark songfics by Gamja the Wolf's Fang! Each chapter is about a character or a pair as he/she/they go through a hard time. Each chapter is connected to the music that goes along with it. See if you can figure out how it is connected! There will be no Aoshi/Misao songfic since there already is one from me (Look for "I'll Wait for You Here")
Once again, I comment that I'm a newb writer, so please don't flame me too hard...*flees*
""= Speech ''= Thoughts **= song lyrics
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How I Long for Yesterday
*Yesterday,*
*All my troubles seemed so far away*
The Kamiya Dojo once was a happy, jovial place. Young Myojin Yahiko would train to become stronger with his shinai, Kamiya Kaoru would watch her youthful pupil and occasionally smack him with her bokken, Himura Kenshin would hum to himself a tune while doing the laundry, and Sagara Sanosuke would sun himself with a fishbone in his mouth in the warm sun, reminding passersby of a human-sized chicken majestically looking over his territory...
But all things must come to an end. The Dojo was falling apart, its scruffy but homely look replaced by one of sorrow, pain, regret...
All of its former denizens that kept the home alive were dead, killed by the cold blade of an enemy, depression, or by poisoning. All but one former wanderer and hitokiri, Himura Kenshin.
*Now it looks like they're here to stay*
*Oh I believe in Yesterday*
Kenshin looked out the window, the warm amethyst glow in his eyes now replaced by dull, glassy ones. He didn't care that his only home was going to fall under the tests of time and nature. He didn't care that he was dangerously malnutritioned, living off of the occasional rat that came by his little pedestal of woe.
*Suddenly,*
*I'm not half the man I used to be*
*There's a shadow hanging over me*
*Oh, Yesterday came suddenly*
How long has it been since their little Kenshin-gumi had fallen apart?
-Flashback to two months ago-
The enormous assassin loomed over the doorway, holding a round, spiky object in his hands, which looked strangely like... "Sanosuke!!" Kaoru screamed. The killer chuckled, "So that was the famous Zanza? That clumsy baka was nothing. He couldn't even hit me once!" Chuckling once more, he tossed the beloved chicken-haired fighter's severed head at Kaoru's feet. It rolled like a ball and came to rest face up at Kaoru's feet, blank eyes staring into eternity.
She screamed in horror and anguish.
Time seemed to stop as the young swordswoman remembered all the tender and happy moments that she and Sanosuke shared. They were like brother and sister, and despite the fact she always said Sano was a worthless freeloader, her heart felt like someone had bitten a chunk out of it.
Kenshin dashed in, shouting, "Kaoru-dono!" when he suddenly stopped after seeing Sano's head on the floor. "Sanosuke..." he murmered. Kenshin too remembered all the times when Sano inspired Kenshin to keep going, even when the red-headed wandered felt like giving up.
Something inside Kaoru snapped. No one harmed her little family like this, whether they be some crazed assassin or another swordsman after the title of "strongest". She whipped out her bokken and charged the foul, murdering scum.
Kenshin screamed, "Kaoru-dono! DON'T!!" but it was too late. The dark man easily dodged Kaoru's clumsily swung bokken, then sprayed a green gas in her face from a device attached to his wrist as she turned around. After widening her eyes in shock, she promptly collapsed to the floor and began twitching violently while coughing up a fit. "Kaoru-dono!" Kenshin yelled again, but he knew it was too late. He'd seen this sort of dirty trick played during the Bakumatsu: no one survived it. Even Master Hiko told Kenshin of an old story where a young Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu master was sprayed by the stuff and died within seconds, twitching and coughing in agony the whole time. So Kenshin ran up to her body and simply held onto her weeping, her beautiful black hair falling around his arms like a black silk cloth.
*Why she had to go*
*I don't know*
*She wouldn't say*
*I said something wrong*
*Now I long for yesterday*
Kenshin slowly stood up and promptly charged at the unsuspecting assassin, eyes blazing a golden inferno, and before the man could do anything other than widen his eyes in surprise, Kenshin performed his Amakakeru Ryu no Hirameki...
The impact was so forcefull that the dull edge of the sakabatou sliced through the flesh like a hot knife through butter.
Yahiko came in just in time to see two halves of assassin fly like ragdoll pieces across the room, his teary eyes showing surprise and sorrow. Dashing up to his idol, the young swordsman asked Kenshin, "Kenshin...oh kami-sama, what happened here?!" Expecting to see yellow batousai eyes, Yahiko was more than shocked when Kenhin's eyes were a dead purple. There was no hatred, regret or surprise in them... just pain. Excruciating, indescribable pain.
*Yesterday*
*Love was such an easy game to play*
*Now I need a place to hide away*
The 11 year old swordsman tore at his hair while falling to his knees. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Why?! Why damn it!" Screaming the phrase over and over again, he fell forward and cried for all he was worth.
Inside, Kenshin did exactly the same.
*Oh I believe in yesterday*
After the incident, Yahiko didn't last very long. Despite the fact that he told everyone only a week ago that "busu" and he hated each other, inside she was like a mother to him. Losing his mother again cracked the poor boy; about 5 days after the murders, Yahiko simply didn't want to live anymore. The next day, Kenshin had found him on the floor, his blood pooling outward like a wine stain on the tatami mats, a knife clutched in his hand...
-End Flashback-
*Why she had to go*
*I don't know*
*She wouldn't say*
Kenshin pulled his own sakabatou, determined to stain it with blood once more...
He put the pointed edge near his liver...
*I said something wrong*
He was told that seppuku was a excruciating way to go, yet he felt hardly anything as the blade slid into his abdomen...
*Now I long for yesterday*
As darkness began to overtake him, he thought to himself, 'All those people I've stopped from commiting suicide... what a hypocrite sessha is...'
Just before his body hit the ground with a hard thud, is last thought was, 'Kaoru-dono... how I long for you even now...' He could almost hear her beckoning to him from heaven, Yahiko and Sano's laughter so close to ringing in his ears...
The Dojo fell silent.
'Oh how I long...for yesterday...'
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Depressing eh? Yes, I killed off almost all of the Kenshin-gumi. And before you attempt to slit my throat, I had to. And since all the chapters are unrelated, prepare to see some non-dead Kenshin-gumi members up and about. (
Once again, thank you for your time.
Hiya folks! Here are some angsty/dark songfics by Gamja the Wolf's Fang! Each chapter is about a character or a pair as he/she/they go through a hard time. Each chapter is connected to the music that goes along with it. See if you can figure out how it is connected! There will be no Aoshi/Misao songfic since there already is one from me (Look for "I'll Wait for You Here")
Once again, I comment that I'm a newb writer, so please don't flame me too hard...*flees*
""= Speech ''= Thoughts **= song lyrics
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
How I Long for Yesterday
*Yesterday,*
*All my troubles seemed so far away*
The Kamiya Dojo once was a happy, jovial place. Young Myojin Yahiko would train to become stronger with his shinai, Kamiya Kaoru would watch her youthful pupil and occasionally smack him with her bokken, Himura Kenshin would hum to himself a tune while doing the laundry, and Sagara Sanosuke would sun himself with a fishbone in his mouth in the warm sun, reminding passersby of a human-sized chicken majestically looking over his territory...
But all things must come to an end. The Dojo was falling apart, its scruffy but homely look replaced by one of sorrow, pain, regret...
All of its former denizens that kept the home alive were dead, killed by the cold blade of an enemy, depression, or by poisoning. All but one former wanderer and hitokiri, Himura Kenshin.
*Now it looks like they're here to stay*
*Oh I believe in Yesterday*
Kenshin looked out the window, the warm amethyst glow in his eyes now replaced by dull, glassy ones. He didn't care that his only home was going to fall under the tests of time and nature. He didn't care that he was dangerously malnutritioned, living off of the occasional rat that came by his little pedestal of woe.
*Suddenly,*
*I'm not half the man I used to be*
*There's a shadow hanging over me*
*Oh, Yesterday came suddenly*
How long has it been since their little Kenshin-gumi had fallen apart?
-Flashback to two months ago-
The enormous assassin loomed over the doorway, holding a round, spiky object in his hands, which looked strangely like... "Sanosuke!!" Kaoru screamed. The killer chuckled, "So that was the famous Zanza? That clumsy baka was nothing. He couldn't even hit me once!" Chuckling once more, he tossed the beloved chicken-haired fighter's severed head at Kaoru's feet. It rolled like a ball and came to rest face up at Kaoru's feet, blank eyes staring into eternity.
She screamed in horror and anguish.
Time seemed to stop as the young swordswoman remembered all the tender and happy moments that she and Sanosuke shared. They were like brother and sister, and despite the fact she always said Sano was a worthless freeloader, her heart felt like someone had bitten a chunk out of it.
Kenshin dashed in, shouting, "Kaoru-dono!" when he suddenly stopped after seeing Sano's head on the floor. "Sanosuke..." he murmered. Kenshin too remembered all the times when Sano inspired Kenshin to keep going, even when the red-headed wandered felt like giving up.
Something inside Kaoru snapped. No one harmed her little family like this, whether they be some crazed assassin or another swordsman after the title of "strongest". She whipped out her bokken and charged the foul, murdering scum.
Kenshin screamed, "Kaoru-dono! DON'T!!" but it was too late. The dark man easily dodged Kaoru's clumsily swung bokken, then sprayed a green gas in her face from a device attached to his wrist as she turned around. After widening her eyes in shock, she promptly collapsed to the floor and began twitching violently while coughing up a fit. "Kaoru-dono!" Kenshin yelled again, but he knew it was too late. He'd seen this sort of dirty trick played during the Bakumatsu: no one survived it. Even Master Hiko told Kenshin of an old story where a young Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu master was sprayed by the stuff and died within seconds, twitching and coughing in agony the whole time. So Kenshin ran up to her body and simply held onto her weeping, her beautiful black hair falling around his arms like a black silk cloth.
*Why she had to go*
*I don't know*
*She wouldn't say*
*I said something wrong*
*Now I long for yesterday*
Kenshin slowly stood up and promptly charged at the unsuspecting assassin, eyes blazing a golden inferno, and before the man could do anything other than widen his eyes in surprise, Kenshin performed his Amakakeru Ryu no Hirameki...
The impact was so forcefull that the dull edge of the sakabatou sliced through the flesh like a hot knife through butter.
Yahiko came in just in time to see two halves of assassin fly like ragdoll pieces across the room, his teary eyes showing surprise and sorrow. Dashing up to his idol, the young swordsman asked Kenshin, "Kenshin...oh kami-sama, what happened here?!" Expecting to see yellow batousai eyes, Yahiko was more than shocked when Kenhin's eyes were a dead purple. There was no hatred, regret or surprise in them... just pain. Excruciating, indescribable pain.
*Yesterday*
*Love was such an easy game to play*
*Now I need a place to hide away*
The 11 year old swordsman tore at his hair while falling to his knees. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Why?! Why damn it!" Screaming the phrase over and over again, he fell forward and cried for all he was worth.
Inside, Kenshin did exactly the same.
*Oh I believe in yesterday*
After the incident, Yahiko didn't last very long. Despite the fact that he told everyone only a week ago that "busu" and he hated each other, inside she was like a mother to him. Losing his mother again cracked the poor boy; about 5 days after the murders, Yahiko simply didn't want to live anymore. The next day, Kenshin had found him on the floor, his blood pooling outward like a wine stain on the tatami mats, a knife clutched in his hand...
-End Flashback-
*Why she had to go*
*I don't know*
*She wouldn't say*
Kenshin pulled his own sakabatou, determined to stain it with blood once more...
He put the pointed edge near his liver...
*I said something wrong*
He was told that seppuku was a excruciating way to go, yet he felt hardly anything as the blade slid into his abdomen...
*Now I long for yesterday*
As darkness began to overtake him, he thought to himself, 'All those people I've stopped from commiting suicide... what a hypocrite sessha is...'
Just before his body hit the ground with a hard thud, is last thought was, 'Kaoru-dono... how I long for you even now...' He could almost hear her beckoning to him from heaven, Yahiko and Sano's laughter so close to ringing in his ears...
The Dojo fell silent.
'Oh how I long...for yesterday...'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Depressing eh? Yes, I killed off almost all of the Kenshin-gumi. And before you attempt to slit my throat, I had to. And since all the chapters are unrelated, prepare to see some non-dead Kenshin-gumi members up and about. (
Once again, thank you for your time.