Half Moon
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni kenshin and probably never will. I'm just writing for the fun of it and all.and I am not one of the charries -.-;
Author's note: Well this is kinda my first fanfic, and I'm not all too great at it. But hey, we all start somewhere..
Chapter 1: The first moon As night drew nearer and nearer, the city of Kyoto quieted down. The busy street normally filled with the many passerby's was nearly empty, and except for a few bars, most of the city's buildings were shut down for the night. One by one the streetlights turned on, lighting up the sidewalks of Kyoto.
One particular streetlight illuminated the face of a young man, in his late twenty's. His cold blue eyes were set under the red hair that perfectly framed his smooth face. His eyes showed barely any emotion, and they were thinned.
It's going to be a damn long night. He thought to himself.
His eyes kept track of the scene around him. It was going to get crowded much later tonight, as there was a new traveling show that used the moon as cover for their tricks. He suppressed a chuckle, his eyes still under the illumination of the street lamp.
As he continued his stroll, he was revealed to a fuller extent. His thin mouth reached near to the end of his tiny chin, continuing on to a rather tall body, with muscles that reached through his kimono. The blue kimono was set against his body in a rather loose way. His ankles were bandaged because on his last job, his opponent proved himself as somewhat worthy, and wrapped his ankles in chain before breaking them. He reacted by cutting the chains, and slitting his throat.
He shook his head to himself, and he stared at the ground for a few seconds, slowing his pace as he always does. His red hair came to a complete stop, as he stopped walking on hearing his name.
"Battousai! Battousai!" A rather young boy, of merely 15 or 16 was running at him. He knew the boy.but wasn't sure whether to trust him or not. He shrugged and turned away and began a slow yet steady pace. The young boy caught up and took a steadying breath before starting to talk.
"Battousai, you have a new job. Tonight, midnight. "
"Alright.where is it?" "Aoshi Sh-"
Before he could finish Battousai thinned his eyes once more, and his thin, cold blue eyes nearly faded into his deep red hair. He shook his head and his red hair, which was tied up into a high ponytail at the back, swayed.
"Aoshi. He is not someone I wish to fight..."
"Would you let me finish Battousai?" He muttered in an annoyed tone.
Ignoring the tone of voice Soujiro had used, he nodded. "I was going to say Aoshi's second-hand man."
"Oh. Him. Right."
Battousai turned on foot, and began to walk away deciding on whether or not to take this rather difficult job. He stretched his arms out, and he winced. He was still sore from the last couple of battles.
I guess I'll do it.I do kinda need the money.
He shrugs to himself and stretches out some more, before crossing his arms over his chest, in utter silence. This couldn't get much worse. He wasn't even in the mood for a fight.let alone Aoshi's second-hand man! But he really did need the money.
He sighs a bit and looks up at the sky. A crescent moon. He shrugs to himself, and turns on foot, and begins a fast pace back to his home. As he slid the door open, he noticed something odd about his home. There was someone else here, he could feel the ki. He reached down a hand to grab his blade.but it was gone. Confused, he reached to get his sakabatou. All he found was the sheath, and looked up utterly confused.
He's fast. Real fast.
He looked up alerted, and picked out his sheath, holding it before him, in some defense, knowing that a sheath against a blade does no good. As he begins thinking up a plan, he looks up and sees a rather tall figure standing before him. Tall and thin. Just the build for an agile warrior. The warrior looked up and shined his sakabatou and katana before him. And as the clouds parted from the moon for but a moment, he saw the warrior's face revealed.
A WOMAN?!
He stood there shocked, and barely able to move. A woman stole his weaponry before he had time to think? He shook his head, and prepared. But his stance was faltered as she stood up and began talking, with a rather deep voice for a woman.
"Ahh. Kenshin Himura. The Battousai."
"Who are you? And how do you know who I am?"
"The dead do not need to know my name."
And she launched herself at him, at an astonishingly high speeded. She rammed Battousai back a bit, but he barely even flinched, and he moved his left leg back a bit as he got hit in the shoulder, letting her fly back as she hits his shoulder. She slams into the cement wall behind them, and gets weakly to her knees.
"Lucky break," she groaned.
"Yes, you did have one." Battousai muttered.
Well it seems that she may be fast, but her strength is almost next to nothing.and she can't stop her speed. Not able to. I can use that to my advantage.
He got back into his stance, and readied himself, putting his sheath in his left hand, balling his right hand into a fist. He moves that back, and steps his left foot forward, his right hand along with his right foot back. His sheath remains in front of him.
"Care to try again?" He whispers and then smirks.
She growled some, and lunged herself once more at the Battousai, and he was ready this time. He stepped forward, surprising her, and he dropped his sheath, as she neared. Her attention was diverted, and she looked down at the sheath, and by the time she looked back up, she had no time to register the fist that was sent her way. As he connected with her nose, blood dripped freely, and her body fell back, but she could not stop herself, since she was moving too fast. She hit the wall with much pressure, and the wall cracked. She was unconscious. He noticed she did the same move over and over again.
She steps with her right foot first, which digs into the ground giving her a lot more speed. Impressive.
As Battousai walked beside her, he knelt down beside her, to feel her pulse. But as his hand reached to her neck, her body was suddenly wrapped in a cloak, and was sent straight up. Her white eyes stared into his cold blue eyes. As her body snapped up, her arms flailed above her, as if controlled like a puppet. Her legs snapped together, and she towered over Battousai, who had retrieved both his blade, and held his katana before him.
She spoke in a voice much unlike her own, as if being possessed. "Aoshi awaits your death at midnight!"
She lunged right at him, in her last and futile attack. Battousai had figured she would try to move to a side that he would. But he had her tricked; he had fooled her into keeping her left leg forward this time because he switched the positions with her. She was backwards. She stumbled and fell hard onto the ground, her jaw breaking against the cold hard ground. He heard a cold laugh, and he turned behind him, sweat jumping off his body. He saw no one.
He sheathed his blade, and walked up to her body, and bent down beside her. He felt her pulse. She was still alive.time to fix that up.
"You caused me enough trouble, now die!" And he yelled this into the air, as his eyes flecked amber.
He jumped at her some, and un-sheathed his blade in such a speed, that he hadn't even had time to mutter the words ' Battou Juttsu! '. Her neck was caught in the attack, and was ripped to shreds. She twitched once, twice, trice, and she died just as the clock struck 11. He sighs a bit, and sheathes his blade once more, noticing his kimono was blood-streaked. Ugh. He walked to the washbasin and took out a washcloth, washing his kimono a bit. He only had a few others, and they were bloodstained. He nods a bit to himself too, as he hurries out of the building.
He was walking along the streets of Kyoto, walking past a particular bar labeled "Flesh". He turned his head, and stopped for a moment, pondering to himself of his decisions. He nodded some to himself, noticing the clock striking 11:18. He had plenty of time.
I'll just get a drink, check out the place, and be at Aoshi's second-hand man in no time. I hope he poses no threat.
He walked in to the bar, and as the bells overhead jingled, he noticed a silence that rung more heavily than the previous chatting. He stood at the doorway, watching the men at the bar carefully.
The Shinsen Gumi. Crap.
He reached for his blade, and kept his sheath in his left hand, his right hand hovering over the hilt of the blade, and letting his fingers slide over the hilt. He grasped the hilt firmly in his right hand, and looked about the room. Most of the men had retreated to the back of the room, in one big gang. However, a few choice men stood up and made their way towards the front. One particular man walked up to Battousai, and began talking.
"We, the Shinsen Gumi, challenge you Battousai to a battle."
Battousai chuckled for a moment, and shook his head, reaching out to leave the bar.
"You don't seem to understand Battousai. Ever wonder why this bar is called flesh.and how only the Shinsen Gumi come here?"
Battousai made no movement at all, no change of emotion, but inside he was a bit perplexed.
Goddamn just shuttup already and attack me!
"It is because anyone outside the Shinsen Gumi who enter this bar.will have no flesh left."
"Basically, you kill anyone outside of the Shinsen Gumi because your scared they might come back and slit your pathetic throats open someday?" the Battousai muttered at them, but loud enough so they all heard it.
Growls, from each and every one of the members. He yawned a bit and turned to go, when one man with a cigarette in his mouth launched himself at Battousai. As he turned around to hit him, his eyes jammed open on seeing whom it was. He stepped back, and crouched down to the ground, not wanting to hurt him. The man shook his head and re-took his pose his katana held before him in his right hand. But his left hand was dominant. He smirked.
"Come now Battousai, we do have a score to settle, do we not?"
"Saitoh Hajime. Well well well. Look SAITOH. I don't have any time for you. So get away and let me leave..."
Battousai turned away to leave, but Saitoh stopped him.
"You will be hunted down. And you will die," Saitoh whispered before letting him go. "Oh what joy, FUN FOR ME!" Battousai yelled angrily before slamming the door shut. It was a few minutes before the normal talking resumed in the bar. Only Saitoh with his paper-thin amber eyes remained quiet for the remainder of the night.
Damnit.I shouldn't have taken this job.
He continued walking until he reached the great tower. 11:48. He'd wasted more than enough time at that bar. He turned around and headed to Aoshi's place, thinning his cold blue eyes, as he holds his blades sheath tightly with his left hand. He rushed by a couple of people on the side of the street. He shook his head and reached Aoshi's house. He turned around to see the clock. 11:54. He nodded some and took out his katana. He kicked down the door, and entered the dark home remembering what the lady before had said.
[ "Aoshi awaits your death at midnight!" ]
What did she mean by that? Hm. I know he can't be waiting for me.
He looked around the house. It wasn't all too quiet. He could hear the chitchat from above. He walked to the grandfather clock as a policeman peeped in to see what was the sound coming from. Aoshi walked downstairs. Perfect.
"Officer, was that you?"
"No you had left your door open.its dangerous these days, I hear the Battousai is out again after he recovered from his broke ankles..."
"Yes sir."
Aoshi closed the door, and turned around. Storming down the stairs were two women, fighting.
"Aoshi's mine! I love him more!"
"Misao shuttup I love him more than you ever will!"
It seemed Aoshi was used to this. He jumped on top of the couch and closed his eyes, and both women fell silent on hearing this. One woman jumped forward, and sat down next to Aoshi's face.
"Misao?"
"Yes Aoshi?"
"Can you get me some ice. I'm not feeling to good."
"Hai."
The girl left the room, her long hair swaying behind her. In one giant braid. He looked around and saw the other girl. His heart stopped.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni kenshin and probably never will. I'm just writing for the fun of it and all.and I am not one of the charries -.-;
Author's note: Well this is kinda my first fanfic, and I'm not all too great at it. But hey, we all start somewhere..
Chapter 1: The first moon As night drew nearer and nearer, the city of Kyoto quieted down. The busy street normally filled with the many passerby's was nearly empty, and except for a few bars, most of the city's buildings were shut down for the night. One by one the streetlights turned on, lighting up the sidewalks of Kyoto.
One particular streetlight illuminated the face of a young man, in his late twenty's. His cold blue eyes were set under the red hair that perfectly framed his smooth face. His eyes showed barely any emotion, and they were thinned.
It's going to be a damn long night. He thought to himself.
His eyes kept track of the scene around him. It was going to get crowded much later tonight, as there was a new traveling show that used the moon as cover for their tricks. He suppressed a chuckle, his eyes still under the illumination of the street lamp.
As he continued his stroll, he was revealed to a fuller extent. His thin mouth reached near to the end of his tiny chin, continuing on to a rather tall body, with muscles that reached through his kimono. The blue kimono was set against his body in a rather loose way. His ankles were bandaged because on his last job, his opponent proved himself as somewhat worthy, and wrapped his ankles in chain before breaking them. He reacted by cutting the chains, and slitting his throat.
He shook his head to himself, and he stared at the ground for a few seconds, slowing his pace as he always does. His red hair came to a complete stop, as he stopped walking on hearing his name.
"Battousai! Battousai!" A rather young boy, of merely 15 or 16 was running at him. He knew the boy.but wasn't sure whether to trust him or not. He shrugged and turned away and began a slow yet steady pace. The young boy caught up and took a steadying breath before starting to talk.
"Battousai, you have a new job. Tonight, midnight. "
"Alright.where is it?" "Aoshi Sh-"
Before he could finish Battousai thinned his eyes once more, and his thin, cold blue eyes nearly faded into his deep red hair. He shook his head and his red hair, which was tied up into a high ponytail at the back, swayed.
"Aoshi. He is not someone I wish to fight..."
"Would you let me finish Battousai?" He muttered in an annoyed tone.
Ignoring the tone of voice Soujiro had used, he nodded. "I was going to say Aoshi's second-hand man."
"Oh. Him. Right."
Battousai turned on foot, and began to walk away deciding on whether or not to take this rather difficult job. He stretched his arms out, and he winced. He was still sore from the last couple of battles.
I guess I'll do it.I do kinda need the money.
He shrugs to himself and stretches out some more, before crossing his arms over his chest, in utter silence. This couldn't get much worse. He wasn't even in the mood for a fight.let alone Aoshi's second-hand man! But he really did need the money.
He sighs a bit and looks up at the sky. A crescent moon. He shrugs to himself, and turns on foot, and begins a fast pace back to his home. As he slid the door open, he noticed something odd about his home. There was someone else here, he could feel the ki. He reached down a hand to grab his blade.but it was gone. Confused, he reached to get his sakabatou. All he found was the sheath, and looked up utterly confused.
He's fast. Real fast.
He looked up alerted, and picked out his sheath, holding it before him, in some defense, knowing that a sheath against a blade does no good. As he begins thinking up a plan, he looks up and sees a rather tall figure standing before him. Tall and thin. Just the build for an agile warrior. The warrior looked up and shined his sakabatou and katana before him. And as the clouds parted from the moon for but a moment, he saw the warrior's face revealed.
A WOMAN?!
He stood there shocked, and barely able to move. A woman stole his weaponry before he had time to think? He shook his head, and prepared. But his stance was faltered as she stood up and began talking, with a rather deep voice for a woman.
"Ahh. Kenshin Himura. The Battousai."
"Who are you? And how do you know who I am?"
"The dead do not need to know my name."
And she launched herself at him, at an astonishingly high speeded. She rammed Battousai back a bit, but he barely even flinched, and he moved his left leg back a bit as he got hit in the shoulder, letting her fly back as she hits his shoulder. She slams into the cement wall behind them, and gets weakly to her knees.
"Lucky break," she groaned.
"Yes, you did have one." Battousai muttered.
Well it seems that she may be fast, but her strength is almost next to nothing.and she can't stop her speed. Not able to. I can use that to my advantage.
He got back into his stance, and readied himself, putting his sheath in his left hand, balling his right hand into a fist. He moves that back, and steps his left foot forward, his right hand along with his right foot back. His sheath remains in front of him.
"Care to try again?" He whispers and then smirks.
She growled some, and lunged herself once more at the Battousai, and he was ready this time. He stepped forward, surprising her, and he dropped his sheath, as she neared. Her attention was diverted, and she looked down at the sheath, and by the time she looked back up, she had no time to register the fist that was sent her way. As he connected with her nose, blood dripped freely, and her body fell back, but she could not stop herself, since she was moving too fast. She hit the wall with much pressure, and the wall cracked. She was unconscious. He noticed she did the same move over and over again.
She steps with her right foot first, which digs into the ground giving her a lot more speed. Impressive.
As Battousai walked beside her, he knelt down beside her, to feel her pulse. But as his hand reached to her neck, her body was suddenly wrapped in a cloak, and was sent straight up. Her white eyes stared into his cold blue eyes. As her body snapped up, her arms flailed above her, as if controlled like a puppet. Her legs snapped together, and she towered over Battousai, who had retrieved both his blade, and held his katana before him.
She spoke in a voice much unlike her own, as if being possessed. "Aoshi awaits your death at midnight!"
She lunged right at him, in her last and futile attack. Battousai had figured she would try to move to a side that he would. But he had her tricked; he had fooled her into keeping her left leg forward this time because he switched the positions with her. She was backwards. She stumbled and fell hard onto the ground, her jaw breaking against the cold hard ground. He heard a cold laugh, and he turned behind him, sweat jumping off his body. He saw no one.
He sheathed his blade, and walked up to her body, and bent down beside her. He felt her pulse. She was still alive.time to fix that up.
"You caused me enough trouble, now die!" And he yelled this into the air, as his eyes flecked amber.
He jumped at her some, and un-sheathed his blade in such a speed, that he hadn't even had time to mutter the words ' Battou Juttsu! '. Her neck was caught in the attack, and was ripped to shreds. She twitched once, twice, trice, and she died just as the clock struck 11. He sighs a bit, and sheathes his blade once more, noticing his kimono was blood-streaked. Ugh. He walked to the washbasin and took out a washcloth, washing his kimono a bit. He only had a few others, and they were bloodstained. He nods a bit to himself too, as he hurries out of the building.
He was walking along the streets of Kyoto, walking past a particular bar labeled "Flesh". He turned his head, and stopped for a moment, pondering to himself of his decisions. He nodded some to himself, noticing the clock striking 11:18. He had plenty of time.
I'll just get a drink, check out the place, and be at Aoshi's second-hand man in no time. I hope he poses no threat.
He walked in to the bar, and as the bells overhead jingled, he noticed a silence that rung more heavily than the previous chatting. He stood at the doorway, watching the men at the bar carefully.
The Shinsen Gumi. Crap.
He reached for his blade, and kept his sheath in his left hand, his right hand hovering over the hilt of the blade, and letting his fingers slide over the hilt. He grasped the hilt firmly in his right hand, and looked about the room. Most of the men had retreated to the back of the room, in one big gang. However, a few choice men stood up and made their way towards the front. One particular man walked up to Battousai, and began talking.
"We, the Shinsen Gumi, challenge you Battousai to a battle."
Battousai chuckled for a moment, and shook his head, reaching out to leave the bar.
"You don't seem to understand Battousai. Ever wonder why this bar is called flesh.and how only the Shinsen Gumi come here?"
Battousai made no movement at all, no change of emotion, but inside he was a bit perplexed.
Goddamn just shuttup already and attack me!
"It is because anyone outside the Shinsen Gumi who enter this bar.will have no flesh left."
"Basically, you kill anyone outside of the Shinsen Gumi because your scared they might come back and slit your pathetic throats open someday?" the Battousai muttered at them, but loud enough so they all heard it.
Growls, from each and every one of the members. He yawned a bit and turned to go, when one man with a cigarette in his mouth launched himself at Battousai. As he turned around to hit him, his eyes jammed open on seeing whom it was. He stepped back, and crouched down to the ground, not wanting to hurt him. The man shook his head and re-took his pose his katana held before him in his right hand. But his left hand was dominant. He smirked.
"Come now Battousai, we do have a score to settle, do we not?"
"Saitoh Hajime. Well well well. Look SAITOH. I don't have any time for you. So get away and let me leave..."
Battousai turned away to leave, but Saitoh stopped him.
"You will be hunted down. And you will die," Saitoh whispered before letting him go. "Oh what joy, FUN FOR ME!" Battousai yelled angrily before slamming the door shut. It was a few minutes before the normal talking resumed in the bar. Only Saitoh with his paper-thin amber eyes remained quiet for the remainder of the night.
Damnit.I shouldn't have taken this job.
He continued walking until he reached the great tower. 11:48. He'd wasted more than enough time at that bar. He turned around and headed to Aoshi's place, thinning his cold blue eyes, as he holds his blades sheath tightly with his left hand. He rushed by a couple of people on the side of the street. He shook his head and reached Aoshi's house. He turned around to see the clock. 11:54. He nodded some and took out his katana. He kicked down the door, and entered the dark home remembering what the lady before had said.
[ "Aoshi awaits your death at midnight!" ]
What did she mean by that? Hm. I know he can't be waiting for me.
He looked around the house. It wasn't all too quiet. He could hear the chitchat from above. He walked to the grandfather clock as a policeman peeped in to see what was the sound coming from. Aoshi walked downstairs. Perfect.
"Officer, was that you?"
"No you had left your door open.its dangerous these days, I hear the Battousai is out again after he recovered from his broke ankles..."
"Yes sir."
Aoshi closed the door, and turned around. Storming down the stairs were two women, fighting.
"Aoshi's mine! I love him more!"
"Misao shuttup I love him more than you ever will!"
It seemed Aoshi was used to this. He jumped on top of the couch and closed his eyes, and both women fell silent on hearing this. One woman jumped forward, and sat down next to Aoshi's face.
"Misao?"
"Yes Aoshi?"
"Can you get me some ice. I'm not feeling to good."
"Hai."
The girl left the room, her long hair swaying behind her. In one giant braid. He looked around and saw the other girl. His heart stopped.
