A soul will move on after death and will live again in a different life and
time through reincarnation. Himura Kenshin's soul had reincarnated in the
20th century but then he cannot move on from his past and it is still
haunting him.
I don't own the anime series Rurouni Kenshin or its characters so don't sue me. I'm just a humble first time fanfic writer. I hope you enjoy this and please review:)
Searching for an answer
Prologue
It all started one hot Saturday afternoon. I was just barely four years of age back then. I could still remember it quite clearly. The small place near the staircase in the living room was my personal playground, equipped with my broken toys and some unconventional play things like a broom. We had never been rich and I guess we never will be.
I was dressed in a dark green denim jumper and a pair of red socks that my real father owned. My fiery red hair hadn't grown too much and that felt a little bit weird. It was as if it wasn't what I had been used to. It was just long enough to cover the back of my neck. I always ended up trying to pat the back of my neck as if trying to locate a ponytail or something. It was ridiculous, but that's the truth.
My mother was upstairs at that time. She was fair skinned and her hair was also crimson like mine. Her eyes were blue though very different from my purple ones.
That woman never spent time with her dear old son. The 'boyfriend' was always around and she really had to attend to his needs… But he never really loved her back just like my father. They didn't care about her at all.
I did, but she never listened to me.
I loved her because I felt as if I never had a mother before but then she would always run after that 'boyfriend' of hers. Sometimes I would chat with her in a way that a four year old genius could. I could already speak but I couldn't pronounce some words. I would tell her that "I have no Okaa- san before mama. Okaa-san died." but she would just ask me "What the hell are you talking about baby and what the hell is an Okaa-san?"
Anyway it was already one o' clock in the afternoon. Mother forgot to feed me again, as usual. I thought about trying to climb up the stairs to go to her room so I could wail and let her remember that there was another hungry human being in the house but I quickly dismissed that thought. She was in a bad mood again. My ears could clearly hear her screams. There were also sounds of glass breaking. A strong manly voice would battle over the loudness of her shrieks.
"Get out of my house! Get out!" That was my mother's voice. Sounds of something big hitting hard against the wall. Another scream and now the sound of a woman crying.
"Shut up you! Now give me what I want and I'll leave!" That was the 'boyfriend'. He was angry. I could feel his anger. How? I don't know but I knew that at that time that I could sense it. It was a discomforting feeling that further discouraged me to help her out. I could only watch their shadows on the wall of the room upstairs from my place at the foot of the stairs.
"No! No!" She would scream but she could not stop that man from taking something from her. He walked out of the room immediately, a small wooden jewelry box tucked under his left arm. The man skidded down the carpeted steps, passing by me, not even realising that I was there. He walked through my territory and my toys and then proceeded to a small side table that was beside a couch in the middle of the room. A lamp, a telephone, some notes and a few picture frames were there but he only snatched a small frame and an address book that fit into his pant's right side pocket.
Mother followed him, dressed only in her silk night gown that looked as if it would slip from her slim body as she ran. Her long wavy red hair was a mess. As soon as she reached him, she punched him hard at his back.
"Give it back! That's stealing!" she cried but that did not help her at all. His supressed rage hit its limit. He turned around and punched my mother right in the middle of her tummy. She fell down to the floor in pain.
That did it.
I got up from my corner automatically. My heart began to race. I had to do something. I had to protect her. My eyes searched around for something that I could use as a weapon. I needed – a katana? That's weird but the idea of using one felt comforting but also idiotic. Mother would never let a thing as dangerous as that in the house but then… brooms are okay for her. I picked up my 'toy' broom and gripped the wooden handle with both of my hands. My body went into a stance suprisingly familiar to me, but not to my small body.
My mother's boyfriend was already on his way to the front door. I couldn't let him get away. The couch was three feet away from that man. It was six feet away from the entrance. The back of the couch faced the door.
Perfect, I thought for some reason I couldn't still comprehend.
The next thing I knew was that I ran towards it as fast as my small feet could and rushed up the couch and jumped from the head rest. Mother could only watch as I cried my battle cry and hit the man's head with the other end of the broom. The handle broke at the impact. There was loud cracking sound as the broom and the man's head gained contact. Mother's boyriend fell to floor face first after that. When I heard it, I immediately let go of my hold and fell on top of him. What was left of the broom fell a little bit away from his body.
It was over.
I turned my little red head to face my shocked mother and smiled. Blood was drained out of her face for she was paler than usual. "Baby…" she mouthed to herself a few times and winced before she got the strength to stand up on her own feet. Mother looked at her now ex-boyfriend in fear and made sure that he was still knocked out before she rushed to my side.
The feeling was exquisite. Mother never paid attention to me before. I was all smiles. She hugged me and lifted me off the floor. She kissed my cheeks and cried for me. And for the first time I felt that mom loved me.
"How did you do that, baby?" She asked me in disbelief. I shrugged and then smiled again, my short arms hugging her neck. I just wanted her to stop asking me and to just hug me some more but she wouldn't stop her questions. Mother carried me to the couch and continued her interrogation.
"Come on baby! How did you do that?"
I didn't answer. I just kept hugging her instead.
I think that irritated her for in her next question she called me using a name I never heard before.
"Tell me Kenneth!" Her voice was now demanding. I stopped my hugs and removed my arms around her neck. I looked at her cluelessly.
"That's not my name Okaa-san"
"Yes it is!" Mother continued, feeling a little bit irritated " I named you Kenneth Borden. Don't you remember? And besides what the hell is an Okaa- san?"
No… I did not remember nor am I familiar with that name. The name I was familiar with was different, even different from the nick name (baby) that mother called me all the time.
"No I don't. For that's not my name at all" I told her quite seriously, my little hands cupping the sides of her face. My purple irises peered into her own blue ones. "My name is Himura Kenshin, mother… Himura Kenshin…"
I don't own the anime series Rurouni Kenshin or its characters so don't sue me. I'm just a humble first time fanfic writer. I hope you enjoy this and please review:)
Searching for an answer
Prologue
It all started one hot Saturday afternoon. I was just barely four years of age back then. I could still remember it quite clearly. The small place near the staircase in the living room was my personal playground, equipped with my broken toys and some unconventional play things like a broom. We had never been rich and I guess we never will be.
I was dressed in a dark green denim jumper and a pair of red socks that my real father owned. My fiery red hair hadn't grown too much and that felt a little bit weird. It was as if it wasn't what I had been used to. It was just long enough to cover the back of my neck. I always ended up trying to pat the back of my neck as if trying to locate a ponytail or something. It was ridiculous, but that's the truth.
My mother was upstairs at that time. She was fair skinned and her hair was also crimson like mine. Her eyes were blue though very different from my purple ones.
That woman never spent time with her dear old son. The 'boyfriend' was always around and she really had to attend to his needs… But he never really loved her back just like my father. They didn't care about her at all.
I did, but she never listened to me.
I loved her because I felt as if I never had a mother before but then she would always run after that 'boyfriend' of hers. Sometimes I would chat with her in a way that a four year old genius could. I could already speak but I couldn't pronounce some words. I would tell her that "I have no Okaa- san before mama. Okaa-san died." but she would just ask me "What the hell are you talking about baby and what the hell is an Okaa-san?"
Anyway it was already one o' clock in the afternoon. Mother forgot to feed me again, as usual. I thought about trying to climb up the stairs to go to her room so I could wail and let her remember that there was another hungry human being in the house but I quickly dismissed that thought. She was in a bad mood again. My ears could clearly hear her screams. There were also sounds of glass breaking. A strong manly voice would battle over the loudness of her shrieks.
"Get out of my house! Get out!" That was my mother's voice. Sounds of something big hitting hard against the wall. Another scream and now the sound of a woman crying.
"Shut up you! Now give me what I want and I'll leave!" That was the 'boyfriend'. He was angry. I could feel his anger. How? I don't know but I knew that at that time that I could sense it. It was a discomforting feeling that further discouraged me to help her out. I could only watch their shadows on the wall of the room upstairs from my place at the foot of the stairs.
"No! No!" She would scream but she could not stop that man from taking something from her. He walked out of the room immediately, a small wooden jewelry box tucked under his left arm. The man skidded down the carpeted steps, passing by me, not even realising that I was there. He walked through my territory and my toys and then proceeded to a small side table that was beside a couch in the middle of the room. A lamp, a telephone, some notes and a few picture frames were there but he only snatched a small frame and an address book that fit into his pant's right side pocket.
Mother followed him, dressed only in her silk night gown that looked as if it would slip from her slim body as she ran. Her long wavy red hair was a mess. As soon as she reached him, she punched him hard at his back.
"Give it back! That's stealing!" she cried but that did not help her at all. His supressed rage hit its limit. He turned around and punched my mother right in the middle of her tummy. She fell down to the floor in pain.
That did it.
I got up from my corner automatically. My heart began to race. I had to do something. I had to protect her. My eyes searched around for something that I could use as a weapon. I needed – a katana? That's weird but the idea of using one felt comforting but also idiotic. Mother would never let a thing as dangerous as that in the house but then… brooms are okay for her. I picked up my 'toy' broom and gripped the wooden handle with both of my hands. My body went into a stance suprisingly familiar to me, but not to my small body.
My mother's boyfriend was already on his way to the front door. I couldn't let him get away. The couch was three feet away from that man. It was six feet away from the entrance. The back of the couch faced the door.
Perfect, I thought for some reason I couldn't still comprehend.
The next thing I knew was that I ran towards it as fast as my small feet could and rushed up the couch and jumped from the head rest. Mother could only watch as I cried my battle cry and hit the man's head with the other end of the broom. The handle broke at the impact. There was loud cracking sound as the broom and the man's head gained contact. Mother's boyriend fell to floor face first after that. When I heard it, I immediately let go of my hold and fell on top of him. What was left of the broom fell a little bit away from his body.
It was over.
I turned my little red head to face my shocked mother and smiled. Blood was drained out of her face for she was paler than usual. "Baby…" she mouthed to herself a few times and winced before she got the strength to stand up on her own feet. Mother looked at her now ex-boyfriend in fear and made sure that he was still knocked out before she rushed to my side.
The feeling was exquisite. Mother never paid attention to me before. I was all smiles. She hugged me and lifted me off the floor. She kissed my cheeks and cried for me. And for the first time I felt that mom loved me.
"How did you do that, baby?" She asked me in disbelief. I shrugged and then smiled again, my short arms hugging her neck. I just wanted her to stop asking me and to just hug me some more but she wouldn't stop her questions. Mother carried me to the couch and continued her interrogation.
"Come on baby! How did you do that?"
I didn't answer. I just kept hugging her instead.
I think that irritated her for in her next question she called me using a name I never heard before.
"Tell me Kenneth!" Her voice was now demanding. I stopped my hugs and removed my arms around her neck. I looked at her cluelessly.
"That's not my name Okaa-san"
"Yes it is!" Mother continued, feeling a little bit irritated " I named you Kenneth Borden. Don't you remember? And besides what the hell is an Okaa- san?"
No… I did not remember nor am I familiar with that name. The name I was familiar with was different, even different from the nick name (baby) that mother called me all the time.
"No I don't. For that's not my name at all" I told her quite seriously, my little hands cupping the sides of her face. My purple irises peered into her own blue ones. "My name is Himura Kenshin, mother… Himura Kenshin…"