Prologue.Kenshin's life.

Before I start out with my tale, I am going to tell you of my
life, that I am. Let me start out by telling you my name. I am
Humura Kenshin, but most see me as Hitokiri Battosai. Let me
start at the beginning.

I was known as Shinta in the time before I was Battosai the Man
Slayer. The sun had just set and the stars were scattered across
the heavens. My family and I were sitting in our home eating our
dinner, when outside we heard screams of pain and anguish. My
father stood up and opened the door. There were bandits taking
over our village. They were attacking and slaughtering our
friends and relatives. My father shut the door gradually and
turned to us with a terrified look on his face. He walked over
to my mother and looked her in the face. He told her to take me
and run into the forest. He told her not to stop till she could
no longer hear the village's screams. My mother scooped me up
and went to the back door. She twisted around as my father
grabbed his katana and rushed out the front door to help the
villagers battle. My mother ran out the back door, tears
streaming down her face and flowing behind her as she ran. We
reached the forest but we didn't go as far as father told us to
go. My mother put me down and fell to her knees weeping into her
hands. It was at that time we singled out out my father's scream
mixed with the yells and shouts of the bandits.my father was
dead. My mother started to sob even harder. I kneeled down
beside her and she reached out her arms and embraced me as hard
as she could, almost squeezing the life out of me. She loosened
her hold as she heard men running down the path towards us. She
whipped me around to face her and told me to run, run as fast as
I could and I couldn't stop. I started to run but I turned
around a little bit after and saw the bandits around my mother
beating her. I ran back as the leaders arm went up into the air
to strike my mother again. I jumped on top of my mother,
shielding her with my body. The leader had a blade.either a
Kodachi, or a Sabaka I couldn't see it through the tears in my
eyes. I knew my mother was dead but I didn't want to budge off
of her.I didn't want them to harm her more. The leader brought
the blade down on my shoulder slicing a large gash into my skin.
I grabbed the wound as a pain like I was being burned with a
white-hot iron pierced my body. The wound throbbed as the leader
brought the blade up again laughing all the while. Then as the
blade inches away from my head can down, a young warrior jumped
from the trees grabbing the blade with his hands in a move that
looked like lightning. He took the whole group out with one
swoop of his katana. His looked like a mix of a Kodachi, and a
Sabaka. He lifted me up to my feet and I gazed down at the
lifeless body of my mother. I did all my 8-year-old-body could
think of.I cried. I fell to my knees as I sobbed. The man picked
me up and hugged me. I buried my face into his silk like samurai
uniform. He smelled of blood and gunpowder, a smell that's still
fresh in my mind today. He pulled me away and looked down at me.
He told me his name was Hiko. Hiko decided to take me in as his
own. He changed my name to Humura Kenshin as to fit the
lifestyle I was about to take up. I was going to become a master
swordsman. I trained under Hiko, but one day I left his side and
went out on my own. A civil war was raging in Japan at the time
and I was hired as an assassin. I became one of the most feared
warriors of the era. I then earned the title Hitokiri Battosai.
I thought what I was doing was going to help the Meiji era to
have a peaceful beginning.. I was wrong. I killed hundreds of
people, the guilty.the innocent. When I realized what I had
done, I wandered away. That's how I became a Ruroni, a wondering
samurai. I am such an eloquent man that I want nothing more than
to live a better life. A life of peace. And to be able to live
without killing anyone. I believe the only reason I would kill
is to protect and preserve the life of people who I love dearly.
I would never have a second thought in giving my life for the
sake of them. It wasn't until I returned to Hiko to complete my
training that I realized what I was lacking in myself. To find
true peace of mind that I've longed for, for so long. It is the
will to live. Being afraid to die is not enough to protect my
loved ones and to win a fight. Fighting without a purpose is
nothing. You might even call it a defeatist attitude. I need to
learn to value my own life as dearly as I do the lives of
others. A person who fights with an overwhelming desire to
survive the battle- the person whose love for life is greater
than lust for blood, or his thirst for vengeance.

That is my life, and this will be my life forever. I will never
forget the people and events of my past. To love is to live.and
to live is to love.that will be my thought on life eternally, as
long as I exist on this world.I will remain deep in my past.

A.N: Well, that was my first Kenshin story! GO ME! I thought it was pretty good. Well The next Chappy will be up soon. And as my friend ForceOfDarkness087 says: "There is no problem that cannot be solved through the judicious use of high explosives"