Konnichi-wa!!!!!!!! ^_^ Ok, this is my first fic. It's actually not
too serious in later chapters. And this is a pretty short chapter. Well,
Kenshin is IC as his former self, but he'll get back to normal later on.
After meeting Kaoru. But you already knew that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Darn.
Names
Chapter One:
People don't deserve to die. They just do. For every little thing, they do. And why, you might ask? Because they've seen too much. Because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Because they knew too much. Because they lived. And I have no say in that. None at all. And my job is to not complain. Just to kill. And not complain.
Names mean nothing to me. I care not for them. They just get in the way. They stop the killing. The death. And the death is what controls them. With a name, they are no longer just a face in the background. They become something more; something that might touch me..and that would stop the death. The end to their life. And if that were ever to happene, if he were ever to connect with his target, disaster. Disaster would replace death.
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Himura Kenshin sheathed his blade and sighed. Another killing. He was getting tired of it, and he just wanted to stop. The war was over. Why must he continue when so many have stopped? When so many have moved on and lived again?
Why must he never live?
And why must he let no others live?
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"Himura. Himura, I want you to kill a woman. Or rather a girl. Don't look at me like that. It's your job. Himura, listen. Her name is Kamiya Kaoru. She will be in Kyoto. Find her. Himura, do you understand? Oh, I forgot. You never want to know your target's name." Grinning cruelly, the man continued. "Get used to it. You will have to soon get personal with many of your subjects."
The young man stared at the red-haired man, staring, staring, drilling holes into the top of the opposite man's head. His cold, piercing gray eyes remained fixed on the hair of his assassin. And he would not stop staring until that very assassin agreed. It was his way of pressuring peoples-all sorts of people, men, women, children, even his superiors, though it sickened him to believe that they would fall for such a subtle way of controlling them.
Himura looked up suddenly.
"Yes, sir."
His superior smirked, without realizing it, assuming that, once again, his ways of controlling people had worked. He did not notice that Himura was smiling, barely, but still smiling.
A sad smile. A sickened smile.
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During a cold, autumn night, people slept in their beds. Snug, warm, happy, they slept and did not hear the scrape of sandals on the above rooftops. A man, an assassin, crouched in the shadows, and unsheathed his sword. The sword glistened in the starlight, for there was no moon. A low, rasping sound echoed in the night, and the sword was completely out.
The stars are beautiful, Himura thought, and I wish I saw more of them. You never notice them when you're sent to kill people.
Laughing softly, he thought of how badly a night it was for an assassination. Anyone could see him if they just looked. Even though he was wearing gray, they would see him.
What if they did? He asked himself. What if I'm caught or the police are called? What if I'm killed? Another joke, of course. That would be his fate. And he accepted it.
It had been two days ago that he had found his target. The young girl had been easy to find. She hadn't even bothered to hide. Or had she not known that she would be target for an assassination? Musing over this, he swiftly moved, jumped, and landed on the next rooftop. Stopping there, he looked down on the street below. Continuing his thoughts, he considered why she worked at a dojo. She must teach there. Why was he taking his employer's advice? He had decided he didn't want to get to know any of his victims better; it would only complicate matters. He would just have to refuse any "intimate" jobs. They were useless. He could get into any place without doing such needless jobs.
She was coming soon. She had to be on her way from the local store. He had seen her leave and had gotten into position for her way home. And he could sense her coming down the street. Kamiya Kaoru. He knew her name..It wouldn't stop him. It would just create a memory. Because of a name.
Laughter floated up from the street. It was her. Her smile took in the whole world. Or seemed to. Another person walked with her. Just another obstacle.
Time to live up to his name. The Battosai. Another name. How he hated them.
High above the streets, on a rooftop, the stars shown brightly. The young man's face was reflected in them, and his eyes glittered. Gold.
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Hey, I want reviews as bad as the next person! Should I stop and just..not go on? @.@ Tell me! Or should I continue with this weird story? Give me some suggestions!!!!!!! ^_^ Please? REVIEW! You don't know how happy that'll make me. And you wanna be like Kenshin and help people? Then REVIEW! Kenshin would! D!
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Darn.
Names
Chapter One:
People don't deserve to die. They just do. For every little thing, they do. And why, you might ask? Because they've seen too much. Because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Because they knew too much. Because they lived. And I have no say in that. None at all. And my job is to not complain. Just to kill. And not complain.
Names mean nothing to me. I care not for them. They just get in the way. They stop the killing. The death. And the death is what controls them. With a name, they are no longer just a face in the background. They become something more; something that might touch me..and that would stop the death. The end to their life. And if that were ever to happene, if he were ever to connect with his target, disaster. Disaster would replace death.
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Himura Kenshin sheathed his blade and sighed. Another killing. He was getting tired of it, and he just wanted to stop. The war was over. Why must he continue when so many have stopped? When so many have moved on and lived again?
Why must he never live?
And why must he let no others live?
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"Himura. Himura, I want you to kill a woman. Or rather a girl. Don't look at me like that. It's your job. Himura, listen. Her name is Kamiya Kaoru. She will be in Kyoto. Find her. Himura, do you understand? Oh, I forgot. You never want to know your target's name." Grinning cruelly, the man continued. "Get used to it. You will have to soon get personal with many of your subjects."
The young man stared at the red-haired man, staring, staring, drilling holes into the top of the opposite man's head. His cold, piercing gray eyes remained fixed on the hair of his assassin. And he would not stop staring until that very assassin agreed. It was his way of pressuring peoples-all sorts of people, men, women, children, even his superiors, though it sickened him to believe that they would fall for such a subtle way of controlling them.
Himura looked up suddenly.
"Yes, sir."
His superior smirked, without realizing it, assuming that, once again, his ways of controlling people had worked. He did not notice that Himura was smiling, barely, but still smiling.
A sad smile. A sickened smile.
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During a cold, autumn night, people slept in their beds. Snug, warm, happy, they slept and did not hear the scrape of sandals on the above rooftops. A man, an assassin, crouched in the shadows, and unsheathed his sword. The sword glistened in the starlight, for there was no moon. A low, rasping sound echoed in the night, and the sword was completely out.
The stars are beautiful, Himura thought, and I wish I saw more of them. You never notice them when you're sent to kill people.
Laughing softly, he thought of how badly a night it was for an assassination. Anyone could see him if they just looked. Even though he was wearing gray, they would see him.
What if they did? He asked himself. What if I'm caught or the police are called? What if I'm killed? Another joke, of course. That would be his fate. And he accepted it.
It had been two days ago that he had found his target. The young girl had been easy to find. She hadn't even bothered to hide. Or had she not known that she would be target for an assassination? Musing over this, he swiftly moved, jumped, and landed on the next rooftop. Stopping there, he looked down on the street below. Continuing his thoughts, he considered why she worked at a dojo. She must teach there. Why was he taking his employer's advice? He had decided he didn't want to get to know any of his victims better; it would only complicate matters. He would just have to refuse any "intimate" jobs. They were useless. He could get into any place without doing such needless jobs.
She was coming soon. She had to be on her way from the local store. He had seen her leave and had gotten into position for her way home. And he could sense her coming down the street. Kamiya Kaoru. He knew her name..It wouldn't stop him. It would just create a memory. Because of a name.
Laughter floated up from the street. It was her. Her smile took in the whole world. Or seemed to. Another person walked with her. Just another obstacle.
Time to live up to his name. The Battosai. Another name. How he hated them.
High above the streets, on a rooftop, the stars shown brightly. The young man's face was reflected in them, and his eyes glittered. Gold.
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Hey, I want reviews as bad as the next person! Should I stop and just..not go on? @.@ Tell me! Or should I continue with this weird story? Give me some suggestions!!!!!!! ^_^ Please? REVIEW! You don't know how happy that'll make me. And you wanna be like Kenshin and help people? Then REVIEW! Kenshin would! D!