Star-san holds no rights to Rurouni Kenshin. She cannot afford such a thing.
Deathly Visions:
I stood on the outer edges of a dark and grosteque city. I thought it strange that I could feel the city's very emotions nawing at my very soul in attempts consume me. I laughed at its feeble attempts to devour me with its despair, pain, and sorrow. For I had risen above such petty emotions.
"It is useless. Give up your campaign," I muttered to the city in the distance and banished the very spirit of it with my own.
Sudden screaming erupted the dead silence, and was followed by a man with terror stricken eyes. I saw without seeing how the shadowy ki of the city enveloped him and turned him into a ghoulish shadow of a man, who began to trudge mechanically towards the foreboding city.
But he soon collapsed and fell to ground, unable to stand again. From his sprawled position he groaned pathetically, his arms reached for the city.
"Weakling," I muttered as I slid my blade through his skull with great ease. His muscles ceased to move, but I could still hear his heart beating.
As I sheathed my katana once more, and heard, to my horror, "City…" he had muttered. I remained towering over that insignificant and bloody corpse that muttered, "Tower…"
How could he still speak? I marveled, unable to deny what my superhuman ears proclaimed. "Wishes granted…" I heard him mutter. Wishes?
At the center of the city, loomed a great peak that breathed an aura completely different from the rest of the city. With my great prowress I felt the nearly hidden… innocence and glee the tower breathed…
I frowned in confusion. How could such emotions exsist in this hellish city? It promised dreams and raised hopes in such a cruel and painful world.
As I reveled in such new emotions, I heard it. Faintly, but surely… it was there. That song… it drifted from that high peak. It told me what I must do… what I must accomplish… It gave new a new birth and great strength to the revenge I sought dearly.
I began my journey towards the center of the city. I left the dark room of eyes, where my earthly body had been pinned to the wall by a has-been ahou… and followed the voices of angels that had sang everynight since I been blinded over ten years ago…
Author's Note:
YAY! Usui died! Now Star-san's interpretation of Usui can live! *insert insane and meniacal laugh here* So now I can do first person POV. Anyway, nothing much else to say. Please review! I hope I got Usui to be stuck up… *sighs* it's hard being conceited when you were humble all your life. ^_~ Too confusing? Too fast? Tell me, I like to please the peoples!
To Previous Readers:
Crystal: Thank you SO much for 'keeping in touch'. And yes, I want to see 'my' Usui die, or else I wouldn't be able to go anywhere with my pathertic story. Blah *makes a face* Oh well, thank you for reading! I hope I improved a bit on this one. [Go Saito! ^-^]
DiaBLo: Thank you for agreeing. Now I wonder what I saw in Soujiro… ACK! What am I saying? Mu! Soujiro 'suppose' to change when he goes rurouni… but its up to the fic writer I suppose, or to the great Watsuki-sama. Thank you for reading!