Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Or let me put it this way, if you've seen it before, I don't own it.
KB- My first Rurouni Kenshin fic so don't flame me too badly. I've only seen up till the episode where Kenshin Beats Soujirou, but this is my take on a scene from the kid's journey to find his answer. Starts when Soujirou has his head on Yumi's lap after Kenshin and Sano leave.
(Soujirou's POV)
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"The Correct Path"
"If you're strong you live. If you're weak, you die. That's the truth mister Shishio taught me long ago. But what's so wrong with being weak…….."
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A piece of one of the mats broken in my fight with mister Himura jutted into my back rather painfully. But it wasn't nearly as painful as the confusion I felt after our bought. I'd lived a lie for so long I would have to start all over to find my answer. Yumi commented then that she would never catch up to the two of them, Mister Himura and his Roster-headed friend.
"You will. That back door is a short cut to mister Shishio." Should I have told her?? I wonder now what the outcome of the battle between Mister Himura and Mister Shishio came out to. I wonder if it was a good idea if I told them mister Himura's secret, but I guess it can't be helped.
After she left I don't remember completely what happened, I was so confused. I had never faltered from the way of life mister Shishio taught me, but now I had nothing. I suppose mister Himura was correct when he said I regretted some points in my life, some points that I can never make up for. After I killed them, I was smiling in the rain. But along with my smile, I was crying, crying for the people who had never cried for me. Is that why I locked everything away??
If the Battousai had protected me back then, would things have been different? Perhaps I would have followed his way instead of mister Shishio's. And perhaps I would have found my answer sooner.
But for now, there isn't much I can use "What ifs" for. I stood in the market place, several merchants asking if I wanted this or that, but I stood staring towards mount. Hiei. In a way I died that day, mister Himura helped me tear down the faulty bricks of my life. Now, I have to rebuild it. It will now be an easy task after the bricks have been in on place for so long.
I turned from the stands that littered the street and walked away from the site of my own grave. Perhaps it isn't too late to find my answer.