Piercing Eyes and Crossed Scars

By: Neko-chan



Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own 'em. Never will. (*sniffles* SANO-CHAN!!!!!!! *glomps*) This.......THING.......is my attempt at poetry. *sweatdrops* I feel sorry for all of the readers out there. *grins evilly* Anyways, enjoy and review! Ja! =^.^=



Piercing eyes and crossed scars.

This is how most people describe me.

But is this all I am?

Or am I more.......?



I have many names, given to me by different people.

Battousai.

Bum.....this one, courtesy of Misao-chan.

Kenshin.

And, of course, stupid apprentice.



But I was not always called these names.

I've always had one true name.

One name that only one other person knows about.

Shinta.



Master Hiko changed my name when he took me in.

From Shinta to Kenshin.

I don't really care.

I am who I am; names do not matter.



However......masks do.



No one has ever seen my true self; no one.

I always have my mask in place.

My impenetrable shell.

My wall.



You think you know me?

You never have.

And you never will.

I will not let anyone get close enough to see my true self.



Blood drips from my hands; staining everything I touch.

Death surrounds me.

Do not get too close.

You will die too.



The stench surrounds me, even now, many years after the Revolution.

I can still hear the screams.

The thud of bodies as they hit the ground, dead.

I can hear my sword cutting through flesh, and I can feel the blood splatter against my face.



You think you know me?

No one knows me.

I am alone.

A wanderer.



Nothing more.



So only think of piercing eyes and crossed scars when you think of me.

Because......that's all you'll ever see.

You think you know me?

Stop fooling yourself.



And I leave again.......



A wanderer, nothing more.