.fallen leaves.
Kenshin had become a thing of metal. He could not feel pain, did not sleep and rarely ate, getting energy from his hatred for Enishi, his love for Kaoru and Tomoe, and his quest to avenge Kaoru. He walked on for days, searching for clues to where Enishi could be.
Finally, one day, weeks after the passing of Kaoru, weeks filled with hatred and searching, Kenshin saw a boat enter the secluded bay of a private island. On that boat was a man with white spiky hair--- Enishi.
Little did he know, but Kenshin was being followed by Saitou, Misao and Yahiko. Surprisingly enough, each of the three believed that they were the only one following him. Their purposes were clear. Saitou needed to have someone to find Enishi's hideout to find out where all the black market weapons came from, Misao was there to help avenge Kaoru, and Yahiko just wanted to knock some sense into Kenshin.
Kenshin was standing on the docks of the bay. He could hear the seagulls crying, and imagined that they, too were mourning the death of Kaoru, even though it had happened weeks ago. The weeks had felt like hours, passing like they were fallen leaves carried by an autumn breeze. A salty sea breeze rustled his red hair, and blew a solitary tear from his purple eyes to the dark wood planks he was standing on, weathered by age and the sea.
Kaoru-dono. I am so close to finally avenging you. But. . . . I should not break my vow never to kill. . . The rurouni in him had taken over. He was kind, and gentle again, not wishing to take any life, innocent or not. I miss you so much, Kaoru-dono . . .
Back on land, a girl wearing odd clothes and an extremely long braid popped out from behind a tree. Seeing Himura standing there doing nothing but reminiscing made her very, very angry. She took out a kunai and was about to throw it at him when a short little kid with spiky hair stopped her. "Misao, you should remember that Kenshin's been through some hard times...and you're supposed to be under cover, like me... waitaminute... YOU'RE here too?!?!?!"
". . ." *blink blink*
Kenshin did not notice the commotion behind him. All his senses, and his whole mind were turned to one task: make Enishi sorry for everything he did. One way, or another. And with that last thought, Himura Kenshin, formerly the Hitokiri Battousai, hopped into a rowboat, headed in the direction of Enishi's island.
Kenshin had become a thing of metal. He could not feel pain, did not sleep and rarely ate, getting energy from his hatred for Enishi, his love for Kaoru and Tomoe, and his quest to avenge Kaoru. He walked on for days, searching for clues to where Enishi could be.
Finally, one day, weeks after the passing of Kaoru, weeks filled with hatred and searching, Kenshin saw a boat enter the secluded bay of a private island. On that boat was a man with white spiky hair--- Enishi.
Little did he know, but Kenshin was being followed by Saitou, Misao and Yahiko. Surprisingly enough, each of the three believed that they were the only one following him. Their purposes were clear. Saitou needed to have someone to find Enishi's hideout to find out where all the black market weapons came from, Misao was there to help avenge Kaoru, and Yahiko just wanted to knock some sense into Kenshin.
Kenshin was standing on the docks of the bay. He could hear the seagulls crying, and imagined that they, too were mourning the death of Kaoru, even though it had happened weeks ago. The weeks had felt like hours, passing like they were fallen leaves carried by an autumn breeze. A salty sea breeze rustled his red hair, and blew a solitary tear from his purple eyes to the dark wood planks he was standing on, weathered by age and the sea.
Kaoru-dono. I am so close to finally avenging you. But. . . . I should not break my vow never to kill. . . The rurouni in him had taken over. He was kind, and gentle again, not wishing to take any life, innocent or not. I miss you so much, Kaoru-dono . . .
Back on land, a girl wearing odd clothes and an extremely long braid popped out from behind a tree. Seeing Himura standing there doing nothing but reminiscing made her very, very angry. She took out a kunai and was about to throw it at him when a short little kid with spiky hair stopped her. "Misao, you should remember that Kenshin's been through some hard times...and you're supposed to be under cover, like me... waitaminute... YOU'RE here too?!?!?!"
". . ." *blink blink*
Kenshin did not notice the commotion behind him. All his senses, and his whole mind were turned to one task: make Enishi sorry for everything he did. One way, or another. And with that last thought, Himura Kenshin, formerly the Hitokiri Battousai, hopped into a rowboat, headed in the direction of Enishi's island.