A shrill scream.
Kaoru had recognised the golden glow returning to Kenshin's eyes immediately,
and knew of the dire consequences...someone would be killed.
Blood trickled down his sword.
If anyone's life would be taken...it should be hers.
"........Kaoru-dono..."
The glow disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
Not again.
Her head fell onto his shoulders.
Snowflakes fell and stuck to her hair. He blinked.
There was no snow.
Terrible memories that wanted to be forgotten didn't die so quickly.
The sword fell from his fingers, as he curled his arms around his wife. The
warmth of blood met his skin, yet it made his skin shiver. He pressed his hand
to the wound that ran across her stomach to stop the bleeding, but surprisingly,
it wasn't as deep as he thought it was.
Thankfully.
All breaths were held....except for the mind-piercing laugh that emanated from
behind Murasaki.
"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?
Kaoru choked out her words, pressing her cheek against his. "Don't....you'd be
destroying everything you worked so hard for..."
He only nodded. "I know." He ripped off her obi and tore it into strips. He
wrapped and tied it tightly enough to stop the bleeding, but without causing
anymore unnecessary pain.
"Kenshin..." Murasaki sobbed. She could tell what was going thru his mind. "Take
care of her...I can manage this myself." He opened his mouth to protest, but she
cut him off. "No. I understand everything now. I know what I was doing
wrong...the way I was doing it." She smiled. "Plus your wife needs you....I need
you." He nodded in reply, his mind a bit numb from her words.
"Oooooooh! So you think you can beat me now, eh?" Shiro released her grip on her
and kicked her sword towards her. "Let's go at it then." She drew her swords
from their hilts on her back.
Murasaki cracked her shoulders, as the feeling returned to them. Her fingers
found the familiar feeling of her sword hilt on the ground and she stood ready.
"You got it, bitch."
Kenshin tried his best to carry Kaoru with causing any more pain or anymore
damage to her wound, but also doing so quickly. He retraced the steps he took
from the dojo, meeting Sanosuke half-way; Yahiko was left behind to take care of
Kenji.
"Jo-chan!" Sano rushed to the pair, worry and pain filled his face.
"Sano..." she smiled, reaching her hand out to his, which he gripped tightly.
"I'm here." Sano bit his lip, afraid to show his softer side. He felt her pull
on his arm, and brought his ear close to her mouth. She whispered low enough so
the words couldn't reach Kenshin's ears.
"What??!" He looked up wide-eyed at Kenshin's face. "Kenshin, we gotta get her
to Megumi, and fast!"
"That's where I was going...." his eyes were glazed over.
"Well, we need to go faster! You've got more than her to worry about!" And
before Kenshin couldfigure out his thoughts, Sano already had Kaoru in his arms
and was taking off.
The battle ensued as arcs of gold and purple streaked against the landscape of
trees and bushes.
"Wow...you've surprised me. I haven't held back once." Shiro smirked.
"Let's just say I've learned something from my father." Murasaki returned a
sneer of her own.
"Oh? And what would THAT be?" She charged at the red-headed sprite, but she
successfully blocked it and returned a slash of her own; it caught Shiro's side.
Shiro glared, surprised, down at her wound, her eyes following upward to
Murasaki's face. "You..." Murasaki smiled a very evil smile, knowing that Shiro
had no chance of winning this fight.
"What the HELL is going..!" Before she could finish her question, Murasaki was
already on the attack, directing her slashes at her legs and arms. The swords
fell from Shiro's hands, as she fell backwards from the strikes.
"THIS is what's going on! YOU are going to LOSE!" She ran her sword through
Shiro's stomach, yet no blood appeared on the blade.
"How...?" Shiro choked.
"Easy." She withdrew her blade, replacing it in her hilt. "Before I was fighting
out of fear and anger, wanting to be better than you. But now, I have a
different reason. I need to live and I'm fighting for my friends...and my
family."
And with those words, the "doll" lied there, breathless.
The next day
Kaoru was lying in her room, Megumi at her side. Loss of sleep was on her face.
"You don't have to spy on me."
Sano slid open the door. "I wasn't sure whether you wanted company or not." He
scratched his head, like he always did when he was embarassed.
Annoying silence.
"Soooooo.......how're the both of them doing?"
"She's lucky...I don't think Kenshin could deal with the fact of hearing about a
death of any kind."
"He....wants to come in..." he motioned his head towards the door. "His been in
a daze for.....for days." He coughed.
Megumi rolled her eyes. She nodded towards the door, knowing that he was looking
in.
Half an hour later, Sano went outside to retrieve Murasaki. "Hey! Your dad's got
something to tell you!"
She passed Kenji onto Yahiko's shoulders and headed inside; she had mixed
feelings on the type of news she was about to receive.
She nervously slid open the door, hoping that it would be the scene she had
replayed in her head so many times. But the room was full of smiles.
"I think this is a family conversation." Megumi retreated to the door. "That
means you too, buster." She grabbed the ends of Sano's bandanna and dragged him
out...backwards.
Murasaki sat across from her father, looking down sadly at Kaoru. "Is she ok?"
He smiled and nodded. "She's....they're both fine."
"They...? Is she.......?" Her looked seared her father's face for the answer
that popped into her mind. But she didn't need words to receive the answer. She
pulled herself around Kaoru's sleeping body to her father's side and pulled him
into a tight embrace. He held her tightly, his hand running through her long
ponytail. She still that smell, the smell she had when she was a child. But now
she was a grown girl. He knew he had to condition himself not to treat her like
a child anymore.
"Murasaki..." she cut him short.
"My name's Yuriko, father."
He kissed the top of her head. "Yes...yes it is."
*I'm sorry for the god-awful fight and end of Shiro. -_- But I'm running low on
ideas and then end of this fanfic has been annoying me for months. Plus I had to
find some stupid way to incorporate the first couple lines that were in Chapter
One into this chapter. Thanks for bearing with this crap story. ^^' Hopefully,
this fic will help me to improve on my writing
Kaoru had recognised the golden glow returning to Kenshin's eyes immediately,
and knew of the dire consequences...someone would be killed.
Blood trickled down his sword.
If anyone's life would be taken...it should be hers.
"........Kaoru-dono..."
The glow disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
Not again.
Her head fell onto his shoulders.
Snowflakes fell and stuck to her hair. He blinked.
There was no snow.
Terrible memories that wanted to be forgotten didn't die so quickly.
The sword fell from his fingers, as he curled his arms around his wife. The
warmth of blood met his skin, yet it made his skin shiver. He pressed his hand
to the wound that ran across her stomach to stop the bleeding, but surprisingly,
it wasn't as deep as he thought it was.
Thankfully.
All breaths were held....except for the mind-piercing laugh that emanated from
behind Murasaki.
"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?
Kaoru choked out her words, pressing her cheek against his. "Don't....you'd be
destroying everything you worked so hard for..."
He only nodded. "I know." He ripped off her obi and tore it into strips. He
wrapped and tied it tightly enough to stop the bleeding, but without causing
anymore unnecessary pain.
"Kenshin..." Murasaki sobbed. She could tell what was going thru his mind. "Take
care of her...I can manage this myself." He opened his mouth to protest, but she
cut him off. "No. I understand everything now. I know what I was doing
wrong...the way I was doing it." She smiled. "Plus your wife needs you....I need
you." He nodded in reply, his mind a bit numb from her words.
"Oooooooh! So you think you can beat me now, eh?" Shiro released her grip on her
and kicked her sword towards her. "Let's go at it then." She drew her swords
from their hilts on her back.
Murasaki cracked her shoulders, as the feeling returned to them. Her fingers
found the familiar feeling of her sword hilt on the ground and she stood ready.
"You got it, bitch."
Kenshin tried his best to carry Kaoru with causing any more pain or anymore
damage to her wound, but also doing so quickly. He retraced the steps he took
from the dojo, meeting Sanosuke half-way; Yahiko was left behind to take care of
Kenji.
"Jo-chan!" Sano rushed to the pair, worry and pain filled his face.
"Sano..." she smiled, reaching her hand out to his, which he gripped tightly.
"I'm here." Sano bit his lip, afraid to show his softer side. He felt her pull
on his arm, and brought his ear close to her mouth. She whispered low enough so
the words couldn't reach Kenshin's ears.
"What??!" He looked up wide-eyed at Kenshin's face. "Kenshin, we gotta get her
to Megumi, and fast!"
"That's where I was going...." his eyes were glazed over.
"Well, we need to go faster! You've got more than her to worry about!" And
before Kenshin couldfigure out his thoughts, Sano already had Kaoru in his arms
and was taking off.
The battle ensued as arcs of gold and purple streaked against the landscape of
trees and bushes.
"Wow...you've surprised me. I haven't held back once." Shiro smirked.
"Let's just say I've learned something from my father." Murasaki returned a
sneer of her own.
"Oh? And what would THAT be?" She charged at the red-headed sprite, but she
successfully blocked it and returned a slash of her own; it caught Shiro's side.
Shiro glared, surprised, down at her wound, her eyes following upward to
Murasaki's face. "You..." Murasaki smiled a very evil smile, knowing that Shiro
had no chance of winning this fight.
"What the HELL is going..!" Before she could finish her question, Murasaki was
already on the attack, directing her slashes at her legs and arms. The swords
fell from Shiro's hands, as she fell backwards from the strikes.
"THIS is what's going on! YOU are going to LOSE!" She ran her sword through
Shiro's stomach, yet no blood appeared on the blade.
"How...?" Shiro choked.
"Easy." She withdrew her blade, replacing it in her hilt. "Before I was fighting
out of fear and anger, wanting to be better than you. But now, I have a
different reason. I need to live and I'm fighting for my friends...and my
family."
And with those words, the "doll" lied there, breathless.
The next day
Kaoru was lying in her room, Megumi at her side. Loss of sleep was on her face.
"You don't have to spy on me."
Sano slid open the door. "I wasn't sure whether you wanted company or not." He
scratched his head, like he always did when he was embarassed.
Annoying silence.
"Soooooo.......how're the both of them doing?"
"She's lucky...I don't think Kenshin could deal with the fact of hearing about a
death of any kind."
"He....wants to come in..." he motioned his head towards the door. "His been in
a daze for.....for days." He coughed.
Megumi rolled her eyes. She nodded towards the door, knowing that he was looking
in.
Half an hour later, Sano went outside to retrieve Murasaki. "Hey! Your dad's got
something to tell you!"
She passed Kenji onto Yahiko's shoulders and headed inside; she had mixed
feelings on the type of news she was about to receive.
She nervously slid open the door, hoping that it would be the scene she had
replayed in her head so many times. But the room was full of smiles.
"I think this is a family conversation." Megumi retreated to the door. "That
means you too, buster." She grabbed the ends of Sano's bandanna and dragged him
out...backwards.
Murasaki sat across from her father, looking down sadly at Kaoru. "Is she ok?"
He smiled and nodded. "She's....they're both fine."
"They...? Is she.......?" Her looked seared her father's face for the answer
that popped into her mind. But she didn't need words to receive the answer. She
pulled herself around Kaoru's sleeping body to her father's side and pulled him
into a tight embrace. He held her tightly, his hand running through her long
ponytail. She still that smell, the smell she had when she was a child. But now
she was a grown girl. He knew he had to condition himself not to treat her like
a child anymore.
"Murasaki..." she cut him short.
"My name's Yuriko, father."
He kissed the top of her head. "Yes...yes it is."
*I'm sorry for the god-awful fight and end of Shiro. -_- But I'm running low on
ideas and then end of this fanfic has been annoying me for months. Plus I had to
find some stupid way to incorporate the first couple lines that were in Chapter
One into this chapter. Thanks for bearing with this crap story. ^^' Hopefully,
this fic will help me to improve on my writing