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I slashed forward, my body slid and spun, I finally bought my blow down and stopped midway reversing the blade sideways.
Damn him.
I cut through the side, my right leg behind my left- I then swung upwards
Curse him.
The memory of that blasted Shinsengumi had occupied my thoughts since yesterday.
Who the hell did he think he was-
I fluidly sliced the air
And- who the hell was he?
I angrily tossed my sword aside, briefly wiping the sweat off my brow.
I sadly looked at my abandoned weapon, I had to train alone now..nobody to help me finish my training.
"Ijaou san..." my heart was still heavy with sorrow.
I groaned, my shoulder ached but was healing much faster than before.
My thoughts were once again consumed by the Miburo I had met last night.
I growled inwardly at my stupidity and weakness- wishing that I could go back in time and beat the heck out of that Shinsengumi.
______ Last night I had rushed to sneak back home only to realize that the dead old man was still lying by himself in the streets.
I had sprinted back to bury the poor man in nearby lonely grassland and ran back home smelling like dirt and blood.
I barely escaped my father's notice and had trouble washing bloodstains on me. Exhausted from the night's events I had wearily begun to rest only to still feel the sting of humiliation the cursed Shinsengumi had caused.
Ever since last night the Shinsengumi and the death of the old man had plagued my mind, I bitterly thought. _____
"Tokio san"
I turned from my thoughts and looked up.
It was Hiriko san the small young maid
"Yes?" I smiled putting my sheathed my sword.
"I brought you some food" the maid held up a small plate of fruits, " You work too hard Tokio san"
"Thank you Hiriko san" I accepted the plate and sat down
"Tokio san- where were you last night?"
The question immediately left me stunned and amazed, "What do you mean Hiriko?"
The young maid blushed, "I was to check up on you in orders of your father but you were gone-"
"Eh?!?!" my eyes wide, "I-I was under the covers!!"
"But there were clothes sticking out from the blanket"
I fell, disappointed at my inability to fool my own maid.
"Eh.." I helplessly thought
"Don't worry Tokio san" Hiriko said, "I didn't tell your father"
My heart leaped, "Thank you"
"I guess you wouldn't want to tell me where you went Tokio san" Hiriko murmured, "Huh? What happened to your shoulder?"
I reflexively jerked back at her touch.
"Do you want me to treat it-"
I glared, "Of course not!"
"Eh..well okay" Hiriko grinned hesitantly, "I overheard an interesting conversation between your father and his friend"
I bit into a fruit, "Mmmph?"
"Well- your father wants you to marry by the end of this season"
"MMPHA?!" I spat out the fruit and hissed, "WHAT?"
Hiriko grinned proudly, "You will be a wife soon Tokio san!"
"I-I don't want to marry, Hiriko!" I fiercely exclaimed, "And besides- I'll be a bad wife"
Hiriko snorted, "Well you will marry sooner or later"
"I refuse!"
"But!"
"I'm never going to marry a stranger I won't love" I defiantly spoke
"You will grow to love Tokio san"
"Eh!" I scowled, "I'm not even beautiful to make my husband love me"
Hiriko stared at me, "What are you talking about Tokio san?"
I grinned, "I'm a tomboy- a rebel to our society- you want to make a bet that the person I'll marry will instantly divorce me?"
Hiriko gasped, "No- Tokio san! Don't be stupid! (I snorted) You're beautiful! You have your beautiful dark hair, those sensitive bright grey eyes,- a perfect smile- well not if you smile like a maniac-like you had been just before"
"Don't flatter me" I dismissed
"It's the truth! If only you'd stop your sword practicing and started to wear a kimono and makeup, every man in town would ask your hand in marriage"
I shrugged, " I can't give up sword fighting Hiriko"
"Why not Tokio san?"
I swallowed the fruit, "Then who's going to protect our family Hiriko?"
"Certainly not you"
"Then who?"
"...Well-well...your future husband of course!"
I smiled distantly, "You're hopeless Hiriko san"
Hiriko laughed, "So are you Tokio san"
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Hiriko finally left the room muttering about burning the rice or whatever.
Feeling refreshed and happy by the weather, I strolled outside, the sky was light blue with soft patches of clouds floating above, the nice warm sun melting on my face, the cool wind blowing against my cheeks...
"Ahhhhh" I contently stretched
I stopped when I got to the markets. Construction and rebuilding ..after that horrible night
I quietly encouraged the groups of men that worked hard with their steel hammers and woody ladders.
The smell of burning was still here, but most of the ashes have been cleared out.
I walked for a few minutes until I stopped by a vacant building.
Ijaou's bakery...
Thankfully, it had not been burnt to the ground. In fact the building had not been touched at all.
Heart pounding, I entered the small store.
The smell of dust, smoke, and fresh bread made me cough.
I could smell Ijaou here too..
I missed him.
Instantly, my eyes instantly welled up.
Darn- I promised myself not to cry-
I quickly staggered out.
"Eh?" I blinked when I noticed a group of Shinsengumi soldiers wandering aimlessly around shouting for identification.
Not wanting to get picked by a Shinsengumi, I quickly quickened my pace.
"Beautiful morning isn't it?" a loud abrupt cheery voice made me spring up in surprise.
"Okita san?" I gaped at the captain's seemingly innocent smile.
"I never thought you knew my first name Tokio!" Okita Souji grinned
"I wouldn't have if you weren't so notorious in Kyoto" I dryly replied but felt a little better talking to the captain.
Okita chuckled weakly as he smothered another violent cough.
I felt eyes on me as I looked around.
Yes, it must look strange for a little female Kyoto citizen to be talking casually to the hateful Shinsengumi.
My voice dropped to a whisper, "Okita san-"
"Okita, you shouldn't be here" a deep familiar voice called.
"Saitou san!" Okita muffled a cough, motioning a Shinsengumi to come here.
Who was that familiar Shinsengumi- I've met him somewhere-
Those cold amber eyes.
That strange fire in those eyes.
It was-
Him.
Shit.
"Saitou- meet Tokio san, she's the Takagi heir" Okita cheerfully motioned to me.
The tall Miburo seemed not a bit surprised- his eyes ran over me once and did not look at me again.
"Tokio san- this is Saitou Hajime of Shinsengumi's third squad" Okita said
Blood rushing up my face.
I could feel the pounding of my veins.
The iron grip of his hand
The hard knock on my burning shoulder
My eyes widened.
That sculpted stone face, that cruel smile..
A dark confused wave hardened Okita's boyish face, "Were the two of you introduced before?"
From far away I could hear myself reply in a faint voice, "W-well- h-he does kind of look familiar"
A grunt came from the wolf with yellow eyes.
A hesitant voice came from Okita, "Yes- I should go through the east market- bye Tokio san"
With one last look at me, Okita sprinted, and yelled for his men to follow him.
"Why are you gaping at me Takagi? Hasn't your father taught you a few manners?" a soft mocking voice woke me up.
I blinked.
"Excuse me?" a hiss escaped from my lips
With a smirk, Saitou Hajime walked before briefly touching my heavily bandaged shoulder.
Pain flared up.
I bit myself from wincing, and gave that bastard a defiant smile.
"Until we meet again Tokio san" he whispered in my ear as he passed.
Confused, I stared after him, walking lazily away, his black hair shining in the sunlight.
Who did he think he was?
Angrily, I stomped the other way.
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"I've checked the east markets- it's all cleared" Okita absentmindly murmured, a worried expression etched on his face.
I resisted a sigh.
"Saitou- san sir!"
Irritating amateur I was getting annoyed
I glanced at the recruit who was shaking, "Sir- another body- found dead and this time a young girl"
My mind flashed to the Takagi girl.
"What's her identification?"
"Tachike, Hikari- sir"
"Where is this body?"
"Already buried- but was found to be dead throughout last night"
A spark of interest.
"Last night? Where?"
"The west district-"
"That's where Takagi resides!" Okita bursted
"Well-y-yes sir"
"You may leave" Okita commanded, watching the recruit scramble out.
Mysterious deaths of citizens living around the Takagi residence..how..convenient- Were these deaths a threat? A mockery? A trap?
I idly fingered the hilt of my sword.
"Saitou- we're going to the Takagi residence at night" Okita's face was masked with seriousness
"Very well- my sword has been dying for blood"
Okita sternly watched me, "Aku Soku Zan Saitou san- we must destroy him quickly, and there will be no witnesses"
I raised an eyebrow, "What about the Takagi? Wouldn't they want to see him dead?"
Okita sighed, "I don't want this to get personal for them Saitou san- we must finish our job efficiently"
"Very well Okita" I paused.
Justice demands blood.
"But the death blow of Choruke will be mine"
_____________________________ _____________________________ Author's Notes: Yeah I kno I kinda suck at writing but please excuse whatever problems you have with my story..I'm kinda new at writing so bear with me T~T
Well I just got into the Rurouni Kenshin series about two months ago and I'm not really familiar with the dates/specific info.
Please ppl- REVIEW I need to kno what im doing here T_____T how my process goes 'cause yur reviews make me feel motivated and encouraged!!!!
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I dimly paid any close attention to the soft comfort words of sympathizers.
There was no water- not one relief to the scorching fire in my heart.
But I was able to keep this pain well hidden.
I watched as they buried my father in the death ceremony I have seen too many times.
I caught sight of Hiriko crying softly her eyes swollen- her face never dry.
The cool wind swept my light bangs, waving irritably on my face.
My eyes drifted towards the crowds of people who have attended this funeral.
So many faces, my eyes scanning every familiar face.
So many sad faces.
No joy
No gladness
No happiness
It was so depressing.
My eyes slowly landed on Souji Okita who had a rare frown on his sorrowful face.
Almost expectantly, I looked for the other Shinsengumi..what's his name
Saitou Hajime
He wasn't here.
My eyes dropped to the ground.
Slowly one by one, the viewers of this funeral left, their sadness and pain forgotten.
I remained, silently looking at my father's grave.
A shadow appeared next to mine, I looked up.
"So much grief during war- it's killing me" I softly said.
"You're strong Tokio san- I know you will be able to bear this" Okita's soft voice lingered.
With a gentle smile he continued, "Your spirit is of a warrior's- you'll be able to conquer your emotions Tokio san"
I nodded numbly.
"Thank you Okita san"
"Of course"
I stared blankly at the sky.
"Do you still hate the Shinsengumi Tokio san?"
The question threw me off guard.
"I understand why you dislike us Tokio san- we claim to protect Kyoto, but we could not save your family..is that why?"
I could not reply.
Souji nodded in acceptance and slowly walked away, "I will see you soon Takagi san- if fate allows it"
His footsteps grew lighter and lighter until he disappeared completely leaving me by myself.
Feeling the emptiness in the air
The silence
The quiet
Not a soul here.
I was alone.
I let my wave of sadness out.
I cried and cried- not an end to my grief.
I will overcome.
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I barely noticed a frightened citizen swiftly walking away once his eyes caught the sight of the Shinsengumi troops patrolling during the evening.
I walked back into the inn, the loud partying noise of my men was deafening, the smell of alcohol and smoke almost welcoming.
After a day's work-
I wanted a drink.
"Saitou sama" a man from a group of amateurs approached.
I made no effort to show that I was listening. Instead I slowly allowed a flood of alcohol to rinse my throat.
"Saitou sama" the man spoke over the loud noise.
I glanced at him before drinking another gulp of sake.
"What is it?" I softly asked my eyes narrowing.
"C-Could we join you in a drink sir?" the Shinsengumi coughed
One of my eyebrows raised, I turned back to my drink.
The idiot fidgeted before cautiously smiling, "We heard that you killed yet another assassin from the Ishinshishi sir"
I took another take at the alcohol, "So... is that what you have heard?"
"Yes sir!"
"Very good..now get back out- you get to patrol for another extra four hours" I smothered a smirk
"S-sir" the man gulped, his eyes widening, "I've been patrolling all day"
I slowly allowed my eyes to lock on his widening eyes, "Is that so?"
A sudden dawn of intelligence crept into the man's eyes, "E-Er no- I'll go out right now sir"
"Of course"
I watched the man stutter an answer and hurry outside, I turned back to my drink.
I allowed a sigh to escape my lips.
The irritation of new recruits, I mused, filling my cup with sake.
News travel fast.
Well- rumors- Okita had the glory of ending Choruke.
I lifted my cup and drank the sharp liquid, allowing it to burn my throat.
A hazy image of that Takagi girl flickered in my mind.
I grunted with disgust, shrugging the memory away.
It was a relief to have the old man Takagi out of the Shinsengumi's business. I grinned wryly, ironic how the Ishinshishi had done the dirty work for us.
I swallowed another gulp of sake.
Tokio....if that fool of a girl had not witnessed her father's death- yes she would definitely become another problem for the Shinsengumi.
She had blamed the Shinsengumi for his death.
After one nuisance dies another troublemaker pops right back up.
I shook my head as I poured myself another take of alcohol.
Those grey eyes.
So much emotions I have felt from her ki
I remember the sympathy I had felt for that damned girl from seeing her tears.
I have seen many forms of pain in war- seen innocent people's tainted and stained from death- but they never brought out the sympathy from me. Just inspiration to the Aku Soku Zan.
Until my eyes had fixed on those clouded silver eyes.
Dismissively, I chased the memory of the smell of her hair and the wetness of her tears
"Saitou-?"
My eyes drifted to look for the source of the voice.
A tall roguish man grinned, "Saitou- I haven't seen you here in a while"
"Harada Sanosuke- your company has been always a pleasure" I allowed the sarcasm to flow from my mouth.
He laughed and shrugged, "Let me get some sake"
I motioned to the drink.
He pulled one of his recruit's arm, "Hey you kid, get me a clean cup!"
He let go of the flustered boy, who scurried off yelling for a cup.
I slowly rose and gave a small nod to the captain, "I'm going out- look out for my men"
"Of course'- yer responsibility is mine- see you Saitou" Harada waved contently sipping on his drink.
Free from the loud noise and musky smell, I finally inhaled fresh air, noting the chill in the air.
A feeling of discomfort nudged me irritably. Like an annoying splinter...
Ah- yes perhaps a visit to the Takagi manor....
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"It's okay Hiriko" I awkwardly comforted my maid, her nonstop blubbering and cries threatened me to join her.
The irony, I wryly thought, that I should comfort her instead of her comforting me...
"I'm-I'm so sorry Tokio san!" the maid wailed her face buried in my kimono.
"Hiriko!" I let the sternness in my voice take over, "Stop this now!"
The poor lady whimpered and struggled to strain her tears, "S-S-Sorry Tokio san- it must-must be harder for you"
I nodded weakly, holding the woman upright, "Come- let's get some sleep"
"Y-Yes of course Tokio san-" she staggered drunkenly to her quarters. "If you need me Tokio san- please wake me up"
I nodded assuring her, the heavy feeling in my stomach slowly lifted as I saw her figure disappear in the hall.
"Aai" exhausted I flopped down on the ground,
Dammit I left the front gates open.
Softly, I crept outside, yes the gates-
My eyes widened.
The gates were closed.
I was so sure I did not have time to close those gates because I had to drag Hiriko back into the house.
My eyes studied- confused..oh
Maybe I was really tired- I rubbed my eyes and felt my cold cheeks- the weather was getting colder..
"I would have thought that your thick head would realize the dangers of Kyoto by now, Tokio san" a deep mocking voice caught me by such surprise.
I jumped, my eyes frantically looking around for the intruder- it was so dark...
I let out a sharp gasp as my eyes landed on a pair of gold eyes.
My eyes- silver staring back at golden ones...
Recognition-
"Saitou san" I choked, "What the hell do you think your doing here?"
"I wouldn't be in here if you hadn't so invitingly opened your front gates" that sarcasm again.
My eyes widened as the man stepped out from the shadows.
I breathed.
"I'm impressed at your recovery from the last time we met" Saitou's oddly pleasant face studied my flushed ones.
"You're trespassing" my voice steadily rose; I defiantly reopened the gates and pointed out.
His bright eyes slowly traveled from my face to my finger, "Yes- welcoming indeed"
I tiredly dropped my arm and glared at him, "What would a Shinsengumi like yourself want?"
Pleased, Captain Saitou nodded, "It is cold outside- and too open for unwanted ears- shall we talk inside?"
Studying him, I cautiously shut the gates and locked them, "Very well-"
"Good" he turned and entered ahead into my house.
Relief spread over me.
Damn you Tokio my mind screamed.
Why is his presence such a comfort to you?
The feeling of a Shinsengumi in my house- well
I felt secure and protected.
A blush invaded my cold cheeks.
Baka Tokio, you're senseless...
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A.N.: Sorry guys its so short- but I have a lot of work to do @_@ AHHHHHHH the torture of high school... Thanks guys fer reviewing- see you later in the next chapter-
Dark Myst~*
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I slashed forward, my body slid and spun, I finally bought my blow down and stopped midway reversing the blade sideways.
Damn him.
I cut through the side, my right leg behind my left- I then swung upwards
Curse him.
The memory of that blasted Shinsengumi had occupied my thoughts since yesterday.
Who the hell did he think he was-
I fluidly sliced the air
And- who the hell was he?
I angrily tossed my sword aside, briefly wiping the sweat off my brow.
I sadly looked at my abandoned weapon, I had to train alone now..nobody to help me finish my training.
"Ijaou san..." my heart was still heavy with sorrow.
I groaned, my shoulder ached but was healing much faster than before.
My thoughts were once again consumed by the Miburo I had met last night.
I growled inwardly at my stupidity and weakness- wishing that I could go back in time and beat the heck out of that Shinsengumi.
______ Last night I had rushed to sneak back home only to realize that the dead old man was still lying by himself in the streets.
I had sprinted back to bury the poor man in nearby lonely grassland and ran back home smelling like dirt and blood.
I barely escaped my father's notice and had trouble washing bloodstains on me. Exhausted from the night's events I had wearily begun to rest only to still feel the sting of humiliation the cursed Shinsengumi had caused.
Ever since last night the Shinsengumi and the death of the old man had plagued my mind, I bitterly thought. _____
"Tokio san"
I turned from my thoughts and looked up.
It was Hiriko san the small young maid
"Yes?" I smiled putting my sheathed my sword.
"I brought you some food" the maid held up a small plate of fruits, " You work too hard Tokio san"
"Thank you Hiriko san" I accepted the plate and sat down
"Tokio san- where were you last night?"
The question immediately left me stunned and amazed, "What do you mean Hiriko?"
The young maid blushed, "I was to check up on you in orders of your father but you were gone-"
"Eh?!?!" my eyes wide, "I-I was under the covers!!"
"But there were clothes sticking out from the blanket"
I fell, disappointed at my inability to fool my own maid.
"Eh.." I helplessly thought
"Don't worry Tokio san" Hiriko said, "I didn't tell your father"
My heart leaped, "Thank you"
"I guess you wouldn't want to tell me where you went Tokio san" Hiriko murmured, "Huh? What happened to your shoulder?"
I reflexively jerked back at her touch.
"Do you want me to treat it-"
I glared, "Of course not!"
"Eh..well okay" Hiriko grinned hesitantly, "I overheard an interesting conversation between your father and his friend"
I bit into a fruit, "Mmmph?"
"Well- your father wants you to marry by the end of this season"
"MMPHA?!" I spat out the fruit and hissed, "WHAT?"
Hiriko grinned proudly, "You will be a wife soon Tokio san!"
"I-I don't want to marry, Hiriko!" I fiercely exclaimed, "And besides- I'll be a bad wife"
Hiriko snorted, "Well you will marry sooner or later"
"I refuse!"
"But!"
"I'm never going to marry a stranger I won't love" I defiantly spoke
"You will grow to love Tokio san"
"Eh!" I scowled, "I'm not even beautiful to make my husband love me"
Hiriko stared at me, "What are you talking about Tokio san?"
I grinned, "I'm a tomboy- a rebel to our society- you want to make a bet that the person I'll marry will instantly divorce me?"
Hiriko gasped, "No- Tokio san! Don't be stupid! (I snorted) You're beautiful! You have your beautiful dark hair, those sensitive bright grey eyes,- a perfect smile- well not if you smile like a maniac-like you had been just before"
"Don't flatter me" I dismissed
"It's the truth! If only you'd stop your sword practicing and started to wear a kimono and makeup, every man in town would ask your hand in marriage"
I shrugged, " I can't give up sword fighting Hiriko"
"Why not Tokio san?"
I swallowed the fruit, "Then who's going to protect our family Hiriko?"
"Certainly not you"
"Then who?"
"...Well-well...your future husband of course!"
I smiled distantly, "You're hopeless Hiriko san"
Hiriko laughed, "So are you Tokio san"
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Hiriko finally left the room muttering about burning the rice or whatever.
Feeling refreshed and happy by the weather, I strolled outside, the sky was light blue with soft patches of clouds floating above, the nice warm sun melting on my face, the cool wind blowing against my cheeks...
"Ahhhhh" I contently stretched
I stopped when I got to the markets. Construction and rebuilding ..after that horrible night
I quietly encouraged the groups of men that worked hard with their steel hammers and woody ladders.
The smell of burning was still here, but most of the ashes have been cleared out.
I walked for a few minutes until I stopped by a vacant building.
Ijaou's bakery...
Thankfully, it had not been burnt to the ground. In fact the building had not been touched at all.
Heart pounding, I entered the small store.
The smell of dust, smoke, and fresh bread made me cough.
I could smell Ijaou here too..
I missed him.
Instantly, my eyes instantly welled up.
Darn- I promised myself not to cry-
I quickly staggered out.
"Eh?" I blinked when I noticed a group of Shinsengumi soldiers wandering aimlessly around shouting for identification.
Not wanting to get picked by a Shinsengumi, I quickly quickened my pace.
"Beautiful morning isn't it?" a loud abrupt cheery voice made me spring up in surprise.
"Okita san?" I gaped at the captain's seemingly innocent smile.
"I never thought you knew my first name Tokio!" Okita Souji grinned
"I wouldn't have if you weren't so notorious in Kyoto" I dryly replied but felt a little better talking to the captain.
Okita chuckled weakly as he smothered another violent cough.
I felt eyes on me as I looked around.
Yes, it must look strange for a little female Kyoto citizen to be talking casually to the hateful Shinsengumi.
My voice dropped to a whisper, "Okita san-"
"Okita, you shouldn't be here" a deep familiar voice called.
"Saitou san!" Okita muffled a cough, motioning a Shinsengumi to come here.
Who was that familiar Shinsengumi- I've met him somewhere-
Those cold amber eyes.
That strange fire in those eyes.
It was-
Him.
Shit.
"Saitou- meet Tokio san, she's the Takagi heir" Okita cheerfully motioned to me.
The tall Miburo seemed not a bit surprised- his eyes ran over me once and did not look at me again.
"Tokio san- this is Saitou Hajime of Shinsengumi's third squad" Okita said
Blood rushing up my face.
I could feel the pounding of my veins.
The iron grip of his hand
The hard knock on my burning shoulder
My eyes widened.
That sculpted stone face, that cruel smile..
A dark confused wave hardened Okita's boyish face, "Were the two of you introduced before?"
From far away I could hear myself reply in a faint voice, "W-well- h-he does kind of look familiar"
A grunt came from the wolf with yellow eyes.
A hesitant voice came from Okita, "Yes- I should go through the east market- bye Tokio san"
With one last look at me, Okita sprinted, and yelled for his men to follow him.
"Why are you gaping at me Takagi? Hasn't your father taught you a few manners?" a soft mocking voice woke me up.
I blinked.
"Excuse me?" a hiss escaped from my lips
With a smirk, Saitou Hajime walked before briefly touching my heavily bandaged shoulder.
Pain flared up.
I bit myself from wincing, and gave that bastard a defiant smile.
"Until we meet again Tokio san" he whispered in my ear as he passed.
Confused, I stared after him, walking lazily away, his black hair shining in the sunlight.
Who did he think he was?
Angrily, I stomped the other way.
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"I've checked the east markets- it's all cleared" Okita absentmindly murmured, a worried expression etched on his face.
I resisted a sigh.
"Saitou- san sir!"
Irritating amateur I was getting annoyed
I glanced at the recruit who was shaking, "Sir- another body- found dead and this time a young girl"
My mind flashed to the Takagi girl.
"What's her identification?"
"Tachike, Hikari- sir"
"Where is this body?"
"Already buried- but was found to be dead throughout last night"
A spark of interest.
"Last night? Where?"
"The west district-"
"That's where Takagi resides!" Okita bursted
"Well-y-yes sir"
"You may leave" Okita commanded, watching the recruit scramble out.
Mysterious deaths of citizens living around the Takagi residence..how..convenient- Were these deaths a threat? A mockery? A trap?
I idly fingered the hilt of my sword.
"Saitou- we're going to the Takagi residence at night" Okita's face was masked with seriousness
"Very well- my sword has been dying for blood"
Okita sternly watched me, "Aku Soku Zan Saitou san- we must destroy him quickly, and there will be no witnesses"
I raised an eyebrow, "What about the Takagi? Wouldn't they want to see him dead?"
Okita sighed, "I don't want this to get personal for them Saitou san- we must finish our job efficiently"
"Very well Okita" I paused.
Justice demands blood.
"But the death blow of Choruke will be mine"
_____________________________ _____________________________ Author's Notes: Yeah I kno I kinda suck at writing but please excuse whatever problems you have with my story..I'm kinda new at writing so bear with me T~T
Well I just got into the Rurouni Kenshin series about two months ago and I'm not really familiar with the dates/specific info.
Please ppl- REVIEW I need to kno what im doing here T_____T how my process goes 'cause yur reviews make me feel motivated and encouraged!!!!
ITS ALL UP TO YOU READERS!! YOU HAVE THE POWER!!! So stare at that nice friendly box in the left corner and click it...
^^;;;;
Anyway sorry about the long speech xD
Until next time...
Dark Myst~* Fire __________________________
I dimly paid any close attention to the soft comfort words of sympathizers.
There was no water- not one relief to the scorching fire in my heart.
But I was able to keep this pain well hidden.
I watched as they buried my father in the death ceremony I have seen too many times.
I caught sight of Hiriko crying softly her eyes swollen- her face never dry.
The cool wind swept my light bangs, waving irritably on my face.
My eyes drifted towards the crowds of people who have attended this funeral.
So many faces, my eyes scanning every familiar face.
So many sad faces.
No joy
No gladness
No happiness
It was so depressing.
My eyes slowly landed on Souji Okita who had a rare frown on his sorrowful face.
Almost expectantly, I looked for the other Shinsengumi..what's his name
Saitou Hajime
He wasn't here.
My eyes dropped to the ground.
Slowly one by one, the viewers of this funeral left, their sadness and pain forgotten.
I remained, silently looking at my father's grave.
A shadow appeared next to mine, I looked up.
"So much grief during war- it's killing me" I softly said.
"You're strong Tokio san- I know you will be able to bear this" Okita's soft voice lingered.
With a gentle smile he continued, "Your spirit is of a warrior's- you'll be able to conquer your emotions Tokio san"
I nodded numbly.
"Thank you Okita san"
"Of course"
I stared blankly at the sky.
"Do you still hate the Shinsengumi Tokio san?"
The question threw me off guard.
"I understand why you dislike us Tokio san- we claim to protect Kyoto, but we could not save your family..is that why?"
I could not reply.
Souji nodded in acceptance and slowly walked away, "I will see you soon Takagi san- if fate allows it"
His footsteps grew lighter and lighter until he disappeared completely leaving me by myself.
Feeling the emptiness in the air
The silence
The quiet
Not a soul here.
I was alone.
I let my wave of sadness out.
I cried and cried- not an end to my grief.
I will overcome.
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I barely noticed a frightened citizen swiftly walking away once his eyes caught the sight of the Shinsengumi troops patrolling during the evening.
I walked back into the inn, the loud partying noise of my men was deafening, the smell of alcohol and smoke almost welcoming.
After a day's work-
I wanted a drink.
"Saitou sama" a man from a group of amateurs approached.
I made no effort to show that I was listening. Instead I slowly allowed a flood of alcohol to rinse my throat.
"Saitou sama" the man spoke over the loud noise.
I glanced at him before drinking another gulp of sake.
"What is it?" I softly asked my eyes narrowing.
"C-Could we join you in a drink sir?" the Shinsengumi coughed
One of my eyebrows raised, I turned back to my drink.
The idiot fidgeted before cautiously smiling, "We heard that you killed yet another assassin from the Ishinshishi sir"
I took another take at the alcohol, "So... is that what you have heard?"
"Yes sir!"
"Very good..now get back out- you get to patrol for another extra four hours" I smothered a smirk
"S-sir" the man gulped, his eyes widening, "I've been patrolling all day"
I slowly allowed my eyes to lock on his widening eyes, "Is that so?"
A sudden dawn of intelligence crept into the man's eyes, "E-Er no- I'll go out right now sir"
"Of course"
I watched the man stutter an answer and hurry outside, I turned back to my drink.
I allowed a sigh to escape my lips.
The irritation of new recruits, I mused, filling my cup with sake.
News travel fast.
Well- rumors- Okita had the glory of ending Choruke.
I lifted my cup and drank the sharp liquid, allowing it to burn my throat.
A hazy image of that Takagi girl flickered in my mind.
I grunted with disgust, shrugging the memory away.
It was a relief to have the old man Takagi out of the Shinsengumi's business. I grinned wryly, ironic how the Ishinshishi had done the dirty work for us.
I swallowed another gulp of sake.
Tokio....if that fool of a girl had not witnessed her father's death- yes she would definitely become another problem for the Shinsengumi.
She had blamed the Shinsengumi for his death.
After one nuisance dies another troublemaker pops right back up.
I shook my head as I poured myself another take of alcohol.
Those grey eyes.
So much emotions I have felt from her ki
I remember the sympathy I had felt for that damned girl from seeing her tears.
I have seen many forms of pain in war- seen innocent people's tainted and stained from death- but they never brought out the sympathy from me. Just inspiration to the Aku Soku Zan.
Until my eyes had fixed on those clouded silver eyes.
Dismissively, I chased the memory of the smell of her hair and the wetness of her tears
"Saitou-?"
My eyes drifted to look for the source of the voice.
A tall roguish man grinned, "Saitou- I haven't seen you here in a while"
"Harada Sanosuke- your company has been always a pleasure" I allowed the sarcasm to flow from my mouth.
He laughed and shrugged, "Let me get some sake"
I motioned to the drink.
He pulled one of his recruit's arm, "Hey you kid, get me a clean cup!"
He let go of the flustered boy, who scurried off yelling for a cup.
I slowly rose and gave a small nod to the captain, "I'm going out- look out for my men"
"Of course'- yer responsibility is mine- see you Saitou" Harada waved contently sipping on his drink.
Free from the loud noise and musky smell, I finally inhaled fresh air, noting the chill in the air.
A feeling of discomfort nudged me irritably. Like an annoying splinter...
Ah- yes perhaps a visit to the Takagi manor....
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"It's okay Hiriko" I awkwardly comforted my maid, her nonstop blubbering and cries threatened me to join her.
The irony, I wryly thought, that I should comfort her instead of her comforting me...
"I'm-I'm so sorry Tokio san!" the maid wailed her face buried in my kimono.
"Hiriko!" I let the sternness in my voice take over, "Stop this now!"
The poor lady whimpered and struggled to strain her tears, "S-S-Sorry Tokio san- it must-must be harder for you"
I nodded weakly, holding the woman upright, "Come- let's get some sleep"
"Y-Yes of course Tokio san-" she staggered drunkenly to her quarters. "If you need me Tokio san- please wake me up"
I nodded assuring her, the heavy feeling in my stomach slowly lifted as I saw her figure disappear in the hall.
"Aai" exhausted I flopped down on the ground,
Dammit I left the front gates open.
Softly, I crept outside, yes the gates-
My eyes widened.
The gates were closed.
I was so sure I did not have time to close those gates because I had to drag Hiriko back into the house.
My eyes studied- confused..oh
Maybe I was really tired- I rubbed my eyes and felt my cold cheeks- the weather was getting colder..
"I would have thought that your thick head would realize the dangers of Kyoto by now, Tokio san" a deep mocking voice caught me by such surprise.
I jumped, my eyes frantically looking around for the intruder- it was so dark...
I let out a sharp gasp as my eyes landed on a pair of gold eyes.
My eyes- silver staring back at golden ones...
Recognition-
"Saitou san" I choked, "What the hell do you think your doing here?"
"I wouldn't be in here if you hadn't so invitingly opened your front gates" that sarcasm again.
My eyes widened as the man stepped out from the shadows.
I breathed.
"I'm impressed at your recovery from the last time we met" Saitou's oddly pleasant face studied my flushed ones.
"You're trespassing" my voice steadily rose; I defiantly reopened the gates and pointed out.
His bright eyes slowly traveled from my face to my finger, "Yes- welcoming indeed"
I tiredly dropped my arm and glared at him, "What would a Shinsengumi like yourself want?"
Pleased, Captain Saitou nodded, "It is cold outside- and too open for unwanted ears- shall we talk inside?"
Studying him, I cautiously shut the gates and locked them, "Very well-"
"Good" he turned and entered ahead into my house.
Relief spread over me.
Damn you Tokio my mind screamed.
Why is his presence such a comfort to you?
The feeling of a Shinsengumi in my house- well
I felt secure and protected.
A blush invaded my cold cheeks.
Baka Tokio, you're senseless...
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A.N.: Sorry guys its so short- but I have a lot of work to do @_@ AHHHHHHH the torture of high school... Thanks guys fer reviewing- see you later in the next chapter-
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