Eien wo te ni Iretai
By Red Wings
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Rurouni Kenshin or any of the characters in the RK world. Watsuki-sama does.
A year had passed since his days of Kuni Tori with Shishio. Still wearing his light blue gi and dark blue hakama and walking in worn sandals, Seta Soujirou had roamed over Japan with a smile on his face, a torrent of emotions stirring inside of him. Excitement, a new sense of freedom, and a little bit of fear made his stomach churn. He was going to search for the truth, his own truth, rather than having to go by Shishio's philosphy of 'The strong live, the weak die'.
Shishio-san believed in that. Himura-san believed in protecting the weak. What do I believe in?
Soujirou still wasn't sure of himself. He felt a hollow within his soul that had been widening during the time he had began to wander. A terrible urgency nagged at him often at times. He felt that if he couldn't find his own truth soon, he could never have peace with himself.
Peace? For having killed my family long ago? For having chosen to become an killer at the risk of my own life?
There was that.
He had felt regret and guilt at what he had to do just to live. But he couldn't just let them kill him. He wanted to live.
That was the truth he had found out after wandering and sitting by the campfire and remembering his past. He wanted to live. Plain and simple as that. He had done what he did because he wanted to live. Was there anything wrong in living?
Of course not. Which was why he had taken it upon himself to journey for 10 years, just like Himura-san. It had taken Himura-san that long just to find his own truth. Then he settled down with Kamiya-san and found some other people who accepted him and then they formed a family of sorts.
This was a lovely picture, but it was not what Soujirou wanted. Himura-san had what he didn't, and that was peace with himself. Himura-san had been the Hitokiri Battousai. He had slain many men before Soujirou's time, then disappeared, becoming a rurouni instead, wandering Japan for 10 years, helping the weak and defending the innocent. At least Himura-san knew what he believed in. He gained his peace after 10 long years with Kamiya-san. Soujirou knew he earned it.
But what about me? What do I want to do? What do I believe in? How long do I have to keep going? These questions sounded on and on in his head. Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and relax. My journey had been only for a year, and I have 9 more to go.
I'm much more impatient than I thought. Patience is a virtue, went the old saying.
It hadn't been long before he realized that he had been walking through the streets of Kyoto.
People walking to and from places, men in gi and hakamas, women in flowered kimonos chatted intimately with one another. Children walked hand in hand with their mothers or fathers, or simply ran through the crowd in plain old fun. Inn keepers calling out to rest and stay at their inns. Adults ushering in and out of some restaurants from the left or right of him. Kyoto was the heart of Japan since ancient times, now a bustling city moving towards reform.
Soujirou passed this, eyes glancing here and there in familiarity. He had been part of the crowd, well, at least hiding amongst the crowds doing secret missions for Shishio. The people were the same to him----a passing afterthought. There was nothing about them that caught his eyes. The shades of brown and gray were nothing amazing. The people were more like sheep, drifting amongst the crowd in the same march everyday. But then again, he himself wasn't anyone to judge. He was a hitokiri once, now a rurouni, who would want to know the likes of him? Perhaps it was better to be a sheep, who had normally content life if still a bore. Then at least no one would be after your head.
He walked on, passing through the herd of people in front of him.
Soujirou had no plans to stay in one place for too long. After all, he was a rurouni now, and he had to atone for his sins and find his own truth to live by. That was his sole purpose in life.
He wasn't counting on stopping short under this one tree, as he was walking by. He was so stuck in his own thoughts, that when he looked up, rays of sunlight filtered gently through the green leaves and branches.
The distinctive snap of a branch was heard. The rustling of the wind through the leaves and branches as the sound seemed to escalate further into a hurried rush, colors of purple and pink flashing from above, there was a cry, then-----
He was lying on the ground, a throbbing pain in his forehead, and the feel of light weight on top of him.
It was quite a daze. He didn't know whether to get up for fear that the person lying on top of him was still unconscious. However, he was not about to lie here in an uncompromising position. What would people think when they saw him like this? Like he really cared about that. But then he didn't want to stay like that for long.
Well, no use being indecisive about this. He was going to do it anyways.
Sitting up, he smiled close-eyedly at the girl and asked in a concerned, friendly tone "Daijoubu desu ka?"
*Tsuzuku*
Translations:
Eien wo te ni Iretai: To want to hold eternity in your hands (or something like that)
Daijoubu (desu ka): Are you alright/ok?
A/N: My first Sou/Misao fic. Subaru Shojo has been so gracious as to co- write this with me. I've been a fan of hers as well as several other sou/misao authors. To anyone who wants to, comments and flames are welcome with open arms.'Til the next chapter, jaa.
By Red Wings
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Rurouni Kenshin or any of the characters in the RK world. Watsuki-sama does.
A year had passed since his days of Kuni Tori with Shishio. Still wearing his light blue gi and dark blue hakama and walking in worn sandals, Seta Soujirou had roamed over Japan with a smile on his face, a torrent of emotions stirring inside of him. Excitement, a new sense of freedom, and a little bit of fear made his stomach churn. He was going to search for the truth, his own truth, rather than having to go by Shishio's philosphy of 'The strong live, the weak die'.
Shishio-san believed in that. Himura-san believed in protecting the weak. What do I believe in?
Soujirou still wasn't sure of himself. He felt a hollow within his soul that had been widening during the time he had began to wander. A terrible urgency nagged at him often at times. He felt that if he couldn't find his own truth soon, he could never have peace with himself.
Peace? For having killed my family long ago? For having chosen to become an killer at the risk of my own life?
There was that.
He had felt regret and guilt at what he had to do just to live. But he couldn't just let them kill him. He wanted to live.
That was the truth he had found out after wandering and sitting by the campfire and remembering his past. He wanted to live. Plain and simple as that. He had done what he did because he wanted to live. Was there anything wrong in living?
Of course not. Which was why he had taken it upon himself to journey for 10 years, just like Himura-san. It had taken Himura-san that long just to find his own truth. Then he settled down with Kamiya-san and found some other people who accepted him and then they formed a family of sorts.
This was a lovely picture, but it was not what Soujirou wanted. Himura-san had what he didn't, and that was peace with himself. Himura-san had been the Hitokiri Battousai. He had slain many men before Soujirou's time, then disappeared, becoming a rurouni instead, wandering Japan for 10 years, helping the weak and defending the innocent. At least Himura-san knew what he believed in. He gained his peace after 10 long years with Kamiya-san. Soujirou knew he earned it.
But what about me? What do I want to do? What do I believe in? How long do I have to keep going? These questions sounded on and on in his head. Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and relax. My journey had been only for a year, and I have 9 more to go.
I'm much more impatient than I thought. Patience is a virtue, went the old saying.
It hadn't been long before he realized that he had been walking through the streets of Kyoto.
People walking to and from places, men in gi and hakamas, women in flowered kimonos chatted intimately with one another. Children walked hand in hand with their mothers or fathers, or simply ran through the crowd in plain old fun. Inn keepers calling out to rest and stay at their inns. Adults ushering in and out of some restaurants from the left or right of him. Kyoto was the heart of Japan since ancient times, now a bustling city moving towards reform.
Soujirou passed this, eyes glancing here and there in familiarity. He had been part of the crowd, well, at least hiding amongst the crowds doing secret missions for Shishio. The people were the same to him----a passing afterthought. There was nothing about them that caught his eyes. The shades of brown and gray were nothing amazing. The people were more like sheep, drifting amongst the crowd in the same march everyday. But then again, he himself wasn't anyone to judge. He was a hitokiri once, now a rurouni, who would want to know the likes of him? Perhaps it was better to be a sheep, who had normally content life if still a bore. Then at least no one would be after your head.
He walked on, passing through the herd of people in front of him.
Soujirou had no plans to stay in one place for too long. After all, he was a rurouni now, and he had to atone for his sins and find his own truth to live by. That was his sole purpose in life.
He wasn't counting on stopping short under this one tree, as he was walking by. He was so stuck in his own thoughts, that when he looked up, rays of sunlight filtered gently through the green leaves and branches.
The distinctive snap of a branch was heard. The rustling of the wind through the leaves and branches as the sound seemed to escalate further into a hurried rush, colors of purple and pink flashing from above, there was a cry, then-----
He was lying on the ground, a throbbing pain in his forehead, and the feel of light weight on top of him.
It was quite a daze. He didn't know whether to get up for fear that the person lying on top of him was still unconscious. However, he was not about to lie here in an uncompromising position. What would people think when they saw him like this? Like he really cared about that. But then he didn't want to stay like that for long.
Well, no use being indecisive about this. He was going to do it anyways.
Sitting up, he smiled close-eyedly at the girl and asked in a concerned, friendly tone "Daijoubu desu ka?"
*Tsuzuku*
Translations:
Eien wo te ni Iretai: To want to hold eternity in your hands (or something like that)
Daijoubu (desu ka): Are you alright/ok?
A/N: My first Sou/Misao fic. Subaru Shojo has been so gracious as to co- write this with me. I've been a fan of hers as well as several other sou/misao authors. To anyone who wants to, comments and flames are welcome with open arms.'Til the next chapter, jaa.