Of Swords and Words II
"I hate you!"
Three words.
How could they hurt so?
But they did.
Himura Kenshin looked at the man in front of him.
Who had uttered those words in rage. In despair.
Silently, the Battousai bowed his head.
No, he was no longer the Battousai.
He was Himura. Himura Kenshin.
He looked at the man in front of him.
Whose eyes flashed in an unconsolable rage, whose hand gripped the katana as though it were life itself.
"I hate you!"
Yukishiro Enichi.
His sister was Tomoe. Kenshin's deceased wife.
Silence.
But the pain continued eating away at Kenshin's soul. Devouring it with gusto.
--xx---
She had been everything to him. A mother, a sister, a friend.
His life had been nothing without her.
Yet, he had taken her away. The man who said he loved her had taken her away.
That, he could not forgive.
And that day in the forest, a chilling hatred grew.
Consumed him. Fired him up. For revenge.
"I hate you!"
--xx---
Swords clashed.
If he had been fighting for himself, maybe he would have let himself be killed.
But he was not.
"I hate you!"
Those words hurt him. But he fought on.
Knowing that the lives of his friends, the people who loved him and whom he loved in return, depended on it.
"I hate you!"
Would Tomoe scream those words at him like her brother said she would?
In a brief glance at the sky, in a vivid memory of her smile, he knew otherwise.
~Owari
"I hate you!"
Three words.
How could they hurt so?
But they did.
Himura Kenshin looked at the man in front of him.
Who had uttered those words in rage. In despair.
Silently, the Battousai bowed his head.
No, he was no longer the Battousai.
He was Himura. Himura Kenshin.
He looked at the man in front of him.
Whose eyes flashed in an unconsolable rage, whose hand gripped the katana as though it were life itself.
"I hate you!"
Yukishiro Enichi.
His sister was Tomoe. Kenshin's deceased wife.
Silence.
But the pain continued eating away at Kenshin's soul. Devouring it with gusto.
--xx---
She had been everything to him. A mother, a sister, a friend.
His life had been nothing without her.
Yet, he had taken her away. The man who said he loved her had taken her away.
That, he could not forgive.
And that day in the forest, a chilling hatred grew.
Consumed him. Fired him up. For revenge.
"I hate you!"
--xx---
Swords clashed.
If he had been fighting for himself, maybe he would have let himself be killed.
But he was not.
"I hate you!"
Those words hurt him. But he fought on.
Knowing that the lives of his friends, the people who loved him and whom he loved in return, depended on it.
"I hate you!"
Would Tomoe scream those words at him like her brother said she would?
In a brief glance at the sky, in a vivid memory of her smile, he knew otherwise.
~Owari