"Please don't make me kill you..." were the only words that could come
to Kenshin's head as his eyes were close to tears.
Tears streamed down Murasaki's face. How could things end like this? Why? Why
her?
A few months earlier
Yahiko was going out to get the daily supply of tofu for dinner. It had been 7
years since Enishi had been defeated, and only a few months ago when Kenji had
his 2nd birthday. For some strange reason, now he knew how Kaoru felt when they
trained together years before when she thought of him as a younger brother.
Sure, Kenji got onto his nerves at times, but he couldn't help wanting to
protect him from harm and to give him the best.
Being deep into his own thought, he accidentally bumped into a girl with a thick
mass of fiery red hair with black bangs.
"Hey!" The voice sounded young, yet mature at the same time. The stranger spun
around to meet her 'attacker'. "I've killed people for less, you know." Yahiko
just shook his head, knowing that some people would never lose the old mentality
of years ago.
"Sorry..." He gave a quick polite bow, continuing on his way. Out of nowhere, a
hand grabbed his sleeve, stopping from progressing. He returned an angry glare
back at the stranger, demanding that he be let go, only for his words to be stop
short by the eyes that met his.
A set of blue-violet eyes met his.
"The same colour....", he noted to himself..."the same as Kenshin's...."
For the small exception that there was a small scar over her left eye, causing
the colour in that eye to look dull.
"What are you staring at me for?" Yahiko fell to the ground as the hand released
his sleeve.
"You...you just remind me of someone I know..." He got up brushing himself off.
He gave another polite bow and headed on his way, dwelling on the recent
encounter.
She took out a piece of paper, looking around for her destination. "Where the
heck is this place?" She sighed, replacing the piece of paper in her shirt. The
sun was setting and she needed to find the place before night fell. She
continued through the lonely streets to where she thought her destination might
lie.
She heard footsteps behind her...not walking but running. Had she been followed?
Her hand resting on her sword hilt, as she side-glanced at who was
approaching...only to see it was the same runt as before. She furrowed her
eyebrows, releasing a heavy tired sigh. Maybe he lived around here and could
help her.
"Excuse me...." she crossed her arms, trying to look serious and not so lost at
the same time.
"Oh...you." Yahiko smirked to himself, as he held the supply of tofu carefully
in his hand. "Do you need help?"
"Yeah...." She took out the slip of paper and handed it to him. She was
surprised at his expression as he glanced back up at her from the paper.
"What.....?"
Yahiko swallowed hard. Had someone else come to kill Kenshin? She looked harmful
enough... "Except for that sword hanging on her waist" he thought sarcastically.
Should he reveal that he knew Kenshin?
"Well, can you tell me where this place is?" her tone irritated.
"Could you just wait here a second?" He handed her back the piece of paper. Not
waiting for an answer, he headed back to the dojo. She cursed to herself as she
waited. Normally she wasn't this patient, but why not? She's been waiting almost
her entire life to meet such an important person. A soft quiet voice could be
heard on the other side of the fence she was leaning on.
"Now, is it really necessary that you find him?" It was a happy, yet dangerous
tone. She leapt back from the fence, her sword ready in hand.
"No need to hide, Shiro." She smirked, knowing indeed that she really HAD been
followed this entire time.
"What's wrong with a game of hide-and-seek between old friends, Murasaki?" A
pair of glowing golden eyes appeared in front of her. Night had already fallen
and the moon was hiding behind some clouds.
The 2 adversaries waited for a few minutes for the moon to shine it's light down
on them both. The one called Murasaki had her red hair up in a high ponytail,
her clothes consisting of a sleeveless blue shirt, covered by a looser sleeved
white one. A light blue sash was tied around her waist, and she wore a pair of
dark blue pants.
Shiro, on the other hand, was a dark-skinned girl with light pink hair, who wore
a tight black shirt that failed to cover her stomach, with dark purple pants and
a long dark blue jacket that almost reached past her knees. Her entire
appearance would cause one to mistake this girl's dangerous intentions.
"Old friends, my ass!" She drew her blade, a thin glimmer of purple shone on the
moonlight. Shiro let out a laugh, almost like that of a child's, but Murasaki
remained motionless, a grim serious expression on her face. She had fought this
girl many times, a few ending in draws, but most of them she lost. She asked
herself many times why this girl didn't just kill her...there would be no need
to continuously have these silly fights.
"Aw...I feel hurt." 2 glimmers of golden blades, one longer than the other,
charged towards her. "I let you live all those times because I want a real
fight...and that won't happen until you learn some technique." The sound of
metal meeting metal disturbed the silence, as blades pressed down on each other,
the struggle continuing back and forth. Shiro glanced down at Murasaki's blade
to see a small necklace tied around the hilt, where a small purple pendant hung.
"You know that you could never stop you're mother from dieing..." She chuckled
evilly, knowing that would cause the patience and discipline to disappear.
"Bitch..." Murasaki broke away, charging blindly. Anger and sadness clouded her
thinking, and Shiro easily sidestepped. She swung the flat of one blade to
Murasaki's knees, causing her to fall back. Using this momentum, she swung the
flat of the other to the back of her head, resulting in the loss of
consciousness.
"Hmph." She spat on the ground to her side. "Do you really think that when
you've found what you're looking for, you're going to be happy at last?" Many
footsteps headed her way. She glanced in that direction, to see silhouettes
heading her way. "Looks like your "friends" have come." She pulled back into the
shadows, chuckling to herself, disappearing into the night.
"Hey!" Yahiko recognized the girl on the ground. Confused as to what had
happened, she ran to her side. "Something's wrong! This isn't how I left her."
A familiar redheaded figure kneeled beside the unconscious girl. He rested his
ear to her back to make sure she still had a heartbeat.
"She's still alive. No need to worry."
"Are you sure, Kenshin?"
He returned a kind smile to Kaoru, nodding. "She's just unconscious." He lifted
her up gently, carrying her over his shoulder.
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean she has to be carried like a bag of flour." Kaoru
smirked, nudging Kenshin in the ribs. "Sanosuke could get away with that, but
not you!"
The three chuckled softly, trying to keep the quiet, as some of the residents
were already in bed for the night.
At the dojo, Kenshin laid the girl gently down onto the mat in the guest room,
where he saw her face for the first time." Like.... me?" He thought to himself.
Kaoru sensed a change in Kenshin's mood, looking on at him nervously. " Is... is
everything alright?" Yahiko had sensed the change too.... and he knew why.
Kenshin was thinking the same thing he had a few hours earlier...Why did this
girl look so much like him?
Kenshin remained quiet for a few minutes thinking things over. "Kaoru..." he
said softly. "Yes?" She went to his side to see if the girl was all right, only
to discover the same thing. She swallowed before finally managing out a few
words "Do you know her?"
Kenshin nodded. "Of course I do." He looked longingly at her, his face filled
with both sentiment and grief at the same time. "I love her."
to Kenshin's head as his eyes were close to tears.
Tears streamed down Murasaki's face. How could things end like this? Why? Why
her?
A few months earlier
Yahiko was going out to get the daily supply of tofu for dinner. It had been 7
years since Enishi had been defeated, and only a few months ago when Kenji had
his 2nd birthday. For some strange reason, now he knew how Kaoru felt when they
trained together years before when she thought of him as a younger brother.
Sure, Kenji got onto his nerves at times, but he couldn't help wanting to
protect him from harm and to give him the best.
Being deep into his own thought, he accidentally bumped into a girl with a thick
mass of fiery red hair with black bangs.
"Hey!" The voice sounded young, yet mature at the same time. The stranger spun
around to meet her 'attacker'. "I've killed people for less, you know." Yahiko
just shook his head, knowing that some people would never lose the old mentality
of years ago.
"Sorry..." He gave a quick polite bow, continuing on his way. Out of nowhere, a
hand grabbed his sleeve, stopping from progressing. He returned an angry glare
back at the stranger, demanding that he be let go, only for his words to be stop
short by the eyes that met his.
A set of blue-violet eyes met his.
"The same colour....", he noted to himself..."the same as Kenshin's...."
For the small exception that there was a small scar over her left eye, causing
the colour in that eye to look dull.
"What are you staring at me for?" Yahiko fell to the ground as the hand released
his sleeve.
"You...you just remind me of someone I know..." He got up brushing himself off.
He gave another polite bow and headed on his way, dwelling on the recent
encounter.
She took out a piece of paper, looking around for her destination. "Where the
heck is this place?" She sighed, replacing the piece of paper in her shirt. The
sun was setting and she needed to find the place before night fell. She
continued through the lonely streets to where she thought her destination might
lie.
She heard footsteps behind her...not walking but running. Had she been followed?
Her hand resting on her sword hilt, as she side-glanced at who was
approaching...only to see it was the same runt as before. She furrowed her
eyebrows, releasing a heavy tired sigh. Maybe he lived around here and could
help her.
"Excuse me...." she crossed her arms, trying to look serious and not so lost at
the same time.
"Oh...you." Yahiko smirked to himself, as he held the supply of tofu carefully
in his hand. "Do you need help?"
"Yeah...." She took out the slip of paper and handed it to him. She was
surprised at his expression as he glanced back up at her from the paper.
"What.....?"
Yahiko swallowed hard. Had someone else come to kill Kenshin? She looked harmful
enough... "Except for that sword hanging on her waist" he thought sarcastically.
Should he reveal that he knew Kenshin?
"Well, can you tell me where this place is?" her tone irritated.
"Could you just wait here a second?" He handed her back the piece of paper. Not
waiting for an answer, he headed back to the dojo. She cursed to herself as she
waited. Normally she wasn't this patient, but why not? She's been waiting almost
her entire life to meet such an important person. A soft quiet voice could be
heard on the other side of the fence she was leaning on.
"Now, is it really necessary that you find him?" It was a happy, yet dangerous
tone. She leapt back from the fence, her sword ready in hand.
"No need to hide, Shiro." She smirked, knowing indeed that she really HAD been
followed this entire time.
"What's wrong with a game of hide-and-seek between old friends, Murasaki?" A
pair of glowing golden eyes appeared in front of her. Night had already fallen
and the moon was hiding behind some clouds.
The 2 adversaries waited for a few minutes for the moon to shine it's light down
on them both. The one called Murasaki had her red hair up in a high ponytail,
her clothes consisting of a sleeveless blue shirt, covered by a looser sleeved
white one. A light blue sash was tied around her waist, and she wore a pair of
dark blue pants.
Shiro, on the other hand, was a dark-skinned girl with light pink hair, who wore
a tight black shirt that failed to cover her stomach, with dark purple pants and
a long dark blue jacket that almost reached past her knees. Her entire
appearance would cause one to mistake this girl's dangerous intentions.
"Old friends, my ass!" She drew her blade, a thin glimmer of purple shone on the
moonlight. Shiro let out a laugh, almost like that of a child's, but Murasaki
remained motionless, a grim serious expression on her face. She had fought this
girl many times, a few ending in draws, but most of them she lost. She asked
herself many times why this girl didn't just kill her...there would be no need
to continuously have these silly fights.
"Aw...I feel hurt." 2 glimmers of golden blades, one longer than the other,
charged towards her. "I let you live all those times because I want a real
fight...and that won't happen until you learn some technique." The sound of
metal meeting metal disturbed the silence, as blades pressed down on each other,
the struggle continuing back and forth. Shiro glanced down at Murasaki's blade
to see a small necklace tied around the hilt, where a small purple pendant hung.
"You know that you could never stop you're mother from dieing..." She chuckled
evilly, knowing that would cause the patience and discipline to disappear.
"Bitch..." Murasaki broke away, charging blindly. Anger and sadness clouded her
thinking, and Shiro easily sidestepped. She swung the flat of one blade to
Murasaki's knees, causing her to fall back. Using this momentum, she swung the
flat of the other to the back of her head, resulting in the loss of
consciousness.
"Hmph." She spat on the ground to her side. "Do you really think that when
you've found what you're looking for, you're going to be happy at last?" Many
footsteps headed her way. She glanced in that direction, to see silhouettes
heading her way. "Looks like your "friends" have come." She pulled back into the
shadows, chuckling to herself, disappearing into the night.
"Hey!" Yahiko recognized the girl on the ground. Confused as to what had
happened, she ran to her side. "Something's wrong! This isn't how I left her."
A familiar redheaded figure kneeled beside the unconscious girl. He rested his
ear to her back to make sure she still had a heartbeat.
"She's still alive. No need to worry."
"Are you sure, Kenshin?"
He returned a kind smile to Kaoru, nodding. "She's just unconscious." He lifted
her up gently, carrying her over his shoulder.
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean she has to be carried like a bag of flour." Kaoru
smirked, nudging Kenshin in the ribs. "Sanosuke could get away with that, but
not you!"
The three chuckled softly, trying to keep the quiet, as some of the residents
were already in bed for the night.
At the dojo, Kenshin laid the girl gently down onto the mat in the guest room,
where he saw her face for the first time." Like.... me?" He thought to himself.
Kaoru sensed a change in Kenshin's mood, looking on at him nervously. " Is... is
everything alright?" Yahiko had sensed the change too.... and he knew why.
Kenshin was thinking the same thing he had a few hours earlier...Why did this
girl look so much like him?
Kenshin remained quiet for a few minutes thinking things over. "Kaoru..." he
said softly. "Yes?" She went to his side to see if the girl was all right, only
to discover the same thing. She swallowed before finally managing out a few
words "Do you know her?"
Kenshin nodded. "Of course I do." He looked longingly at her, his face filled
with both sentiment and grief at the same time. "I love her."