No, I haven't forgotten my other story. I just had this piece lying around for some time now so I figured I might as well post it, ne?
Hope you enjoy.
When looking into a mirror…
Blood.
It was all he could see.
Decorating the walls.
Coating the floor.
And bodies…
Dismembered and disfigured, spread carelessly across the floor.
Murderer
It was for the good of the nation.
Sacrifices had to be made.
Assassin
It would soon be over.
People would live in peace once again.
Battousai
"Restless, my love?"
He blinked.
All was gone. No blood left on the walls. Corpses vanished. Just his face remained visible in the mirror, amethyst eyes wide in horror.
"They keep haunting you, don't they my dear?"
"How can they not?" Trembling lips softly whispered. "I cannot ignore them. There's too many of them. Too many victims. All caused by my hands…"
A cold laugh.
'Is that so, koibito? Then tell me, what exactly do you see when looking into a mirror?"
A glance.
Saddened eyes.
Death staring back, grinning at him.
"I see Hell. And I see them. They're waiting for me."
That spine chilling chuckle again and ghostlike hands resting on his hips.
Golden eyes narrowed.
"Are they now? How sad to disappoint them then. 'Cause your not going anywhere, Shinta. You're mine."
A rueful smile graced rosy lips as a tongue flickered out to taste his earlobe.
"You are me. One cannot possess oneself."
Teeth bit down.
Hard.
He yelped in pain.
"True, we share the same body, most of the time. Yet two different beings we are. I am your darkness, Shinta. Born solely for the reason to keep that precious soul of yours pure. Do not discard me as a figment of your imagination, darling. For you can't imagine pleasure…"
A hand slowly caressed his nipple, causing him to whimper and lean back into the strong lean form behind him.
"…or pain for that matter."
Pinching said nipple, Battousai retreated back into the safety of his host's mind.
"Mirrors do not show reality, koi. They merely reflect it."
He sighed.
He had to get ready.
Katsura would be here shortly
Brushing fiery locks in a topknot and picking up his daisho, Himura Kenshin, known better as Hitokiri Battousai set out to perform yet another gruesome task.
Owari
AN I always thought that Kenshin possesses two personalities. Shinta and Battousai. And somehow those two would end up in some crazy sadomasochistic relationship, coz Shinta needs to be protected and Battousai needs someone to protect. Savvy? Ofcourse, this is only in my twisted mind, but it may help you understand this story better. Battousai can get corporeal. It's a bit like a yami, from Yu-Gi-Oh!
Not sure if I will continue this. It was supposed to be a one-shot but whilst typing it, thoughts of a sequel started coming. Anyhow, feed me those reviews and I'll be a happy crazy bitch.
SassandraS