[_[-Kuroi-]_]
[ A/N: Hey, trying out a brand new Fanfic! I'm really not sure how the plot will progress, kinda work with what I have at the time as I go along! I have a basic idea, but I'll work out all the details later. Okay, so here we go, first chapter. Oh and if anyone wonders what the title means, it means "Black," or "Dark" or something along those lines. Okay, enough of my senseless blabbering lets get this show on the road! ]
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As night fell upon the streets of Tokyo, a small figure moved through the heavy crowds, rushing home amidst light snow and cheery laughter. As Christmas drew nearer and nearer, many people had much shopping to finish up. As the tiny figure wove in and out of the crowded sidewalks, small footsteps appeared in the snow. They stopped at a store, which was dimly lit.
A bell rang somewhere overhead as the young boy pushed the door open. The wooden door creaked slightly, and shut a bit behind him, the young boy stepping into the store. Few candles alongside the store lay burning, the wax dripping down the sides. The candlelight illuminated the face of a young boy, of the age of about 8 or so. The light revealed a smooth face, following up with red hair, cut short like all the other boys, which fell short of his blue eyes.
The smile of the young boy widened, as the door behind the counter of the store creaked open and a beautiful woman stepped out. Her name was Aida Tsukio, and she was the only parent of the orphaned boy. She rushed out of the door, her light green kimono covering her slender body, with light brown hair framing a smooth, small face. Her hazel eyes met the young boy's as she picked him up.
" Kenshin! Your home! " she whispered into the boy's ear as she set him down on a stool, near the counter. The boy squirmed slightly, before adjusting to his own preference and smiled, throwing his small arms around the woman's neck. He clenched her tighter, and pulled her down to him, hugging her close.
" Hi mommy! " came the cheery voice from the lips of Kenshin. The young woman, of about 21, straightened up, and put on a fake deep voice, and mocked anger at him.
" Kenshin Himura, it's way past your bedtime! Why weren't you home before? " she said, choking back a laugh as she looked into his young innocent face.
" Mommy, your so funny! " was the response from Kenshin as he broke out laughing, his misty blue eyes more cheerful than ever, and Tsukio joined him: she loved to make him laugh. Possibly the most adorable boy lay sitting before her in the restaurant she owned. The counter, which the boy was sitting in front of, was polished brown wood, with an overhanging sign that read " Tsukio Palace: Japanese cuisine "
The sight of the door opening, and the jingle of the overhead bell was the cause of the pause in Tsukio's laughter. She hesitated before letting her eyes wander to the entrance, where a tall man stood. His slender muscular body of about six foot caused him to seemingly tower, yet he had a false sense of gentleness in the voice, which he spoke in.
" Hello there, missy. I have heard that this is the restaurant where the best Japanese food can be found. Along with a hot chick might I add? " He added with a slight smirk playing his soft lips. She shook her head, backing up against the counter, sweeping up a terrified Kenshin into her arms. She wanted the boy in safety before she dealt with this horrific man.
He stepped further into the light, and revealed was a man with brown hair, a few bangs dangling in front of his eyes. He wore a jacket, the color of white also continuing down his pants, and to his bandaged ankles, and finally to his black shoes. A smirk was played onto his lips, as his muscles were revealed, and he looked at her.
She didn't like the man's penetrating stare, as his eyes looked over her body, following every curve, large or small. He stepped forward, and licked his lips, and he held out a hand, causing Tsukio to jump back, her eyes wide with fear. The man saw her reaction, and lazily flashed a smile at her.
" The name's Sagara.Sagara Sanosuke. " he said pulling back his right hand once realizing she wasn't going to take his. So a feisty one, eh? Much better. He slid his hands up the bar counter, as the girl retreated into the backroom. She placed kenshin on her bed, and whispered to him a single word.
"Run."
She slammed the door shut and locked it, and a saddened Kenshin began to bawl at the top of his lungs, slamming his fists repetitively on the door, to no avail. He went to the back of the room, and was about to run around to the front when he heard a click and the front door too, was locked. There was silence for a minute, before a loud scream, and the tearing of clothing.
His eyes widened, wild scenes running through his head. [No not what you are thinking readers.XD] and suddenly, he imagined the man ripping off his clothing and hitting her with it. He shook his head, thinking that would hurt. [Hey he's a lil kid whatchya expect?] He looked around the room, and noticed a shield on the top of a shelf, as more screams filled the air.
Almost at the point of tears, he pulled the shield down, and out fell a sword, which he had failed to notice. He picked it up, swayed for a moment under the heavy weight, and fell back down. He heard more tearing of clothing, and more screams, so he picked up the shield, which was also too heavy. He began crying when he looked at the shield, and there was a dagger slid into the back. He wrenched it out, and held it up. Finally, something he could hold.
He slashed through the door, his eyes violet, and his voice somewhat pissed, as he jumped through the counter, and saw what he would have never expected on the ground. Sanosuke was on top of his half naked mother. Her kimono and bra lay torn and tattered along the sides, and all she had on was underwear. He growled, and lunged forward, barely giving Sanosuke enough time to draw out a weapon of his own: a bomb. He lunged to a side, as he landed on his feet.
" Kid your too slow for the expert assassin, Sagara Sanosuke. " His laughter rumbled through the restaurant and suddenly, a large slash cut through his leg, blood gushing from his cut. The black blood slid to the floor, and he nearly collapsed but caught himself. He looked into the kid's eyes, and saw not violet, but the coldest and brightest shade of amber he had ever seen. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
" You bitch! "
Kenshin gave a cold chuckle at Sanosuke's comment, but he rushed forward again, and was at Tsukio's side in a few mere seconds, before Sanosuke realized that he had no dagger. He looked down into his stomach, and there, embedded into those beautiful abs he had worked so hard on was a dagger. Growling, he lit the bomb and threw it at Kenshin and his mother, who was getting to her feet, with her hands over her chest. She ran to the backroom, while Kenshin followed behind her.
The bomb exploded, causing the fire to brush Kenshin, as the explosion sent him backwards. He felt a hand clamp over his mouth, and his nostrils flared, begging for air. However, all he got was smoke, and he flailed and kicked, as Sanosuke pulled out the dagger, and showed Kenshin how shallow he had put the dagger, before sliding it across his cheek, in a vertical line, and then dropping the dagger, holding up a kicking Kenshin with his right hand, the muscles bulging.
Blood running down his cheeks, Kenshin's eyes flared open, wondering where he would be going. His hard eyes softened as he fell into a deep slumber, Sanosuke still walking onwards through the whole night.
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Kenshin awoke with a start, as his hard amber eyes revealed his cold heart. Visible from the mere glance, was the heart of a cold-hearted ruthless assassin. As he stood up, his blue kimono slid itself over his chest, which lay half visible. He walked outside, towards the porch, and let his feet slide into his sandals. He took a few steps, his hair raised high into a ponytail at the back of his head. His cross-shaped scar lay on his left cheek, and his face was sweaty.
He had recently been having nightmares of what happened 20 years ago. He would never forget the cold look of Sanosuke, or the loving worried look on his mother's face, which he hadn't seen since. Ever since he was taken to Kyoto, he had changed so much, that he nearly forgotten his mother. He shook himself, and was angry with himself. He had let himself be shook up from a mere memory, a nightmare. How pathetic.
He pulled out his katana, and flitted it around for a few seconds, before laughing, and re-sheathing it. The master of assassins, the ruthless killer, the infamous Battousai had been scared over a nightmare? He couldn't tell anyone, not even his Master, Hiko Seijuro.
Exactly why he needed a master was unsure, for it was nothing new that Battousai had recently surpassed Hiko's level by improving on the Battou Juttsu with the Ku Zu Ryu San. This was the reason he was so feared, and called Battousai the Manslayer. He was feared among every soul that knew his name, and there was no one, well nearly no one, that could say his name with a shiver being brought forth.
He crawled over to the window, and laid on the protruding sill, his eyes closing, racking his memory for a moment. At last he remembered the last bit of it, which he couldn't help but shiver at. He stood up, and pulled both his katanas down to his Gi, which he set the sakabatou katana and the regular katana in.
He stepped to the doorway, and opened up the door, revealing the face of someone he had never hoped to see in his life. What surprised him most was how he hadn't change one bit, not at all. The same tall six-foot man, with brown hair with bangs dangling in his eyes, and white clothing stood before him, his hands in his pockets, and his head cocked back as he leaned against the doorway.
This time, Kenshin was going to take revenge for what Sagara Sanosuke did twenty years ago.
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[A/N: Well, I couldn't think of what to do for the ending and suddenly it hit me. I know it seems sorta early in the story to do something like THIS, but trust me I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve * Notes he's wearing a t- shirt * any who adios for now. Remember, review!!]
Press that button!! You can do it!!
Just two minutes from your life, come on!!
[ A/N: Hey, trying out a brand new Fanfic! I'm really not sure how the plot will progress, kinda work with what I have at the time as I go along! I have a basic idea, but I'll work out all the details later. Okay, so here we go, first chapter. Oh and if anyone wonders what the title means, it means "Black," or "Dark" or something along those lines. Okay, enough of my senseless blabbering lets get this show on the road! ]
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As night fell upon the streets of Tokyo, a small figure moved through the heavy crowds, rushing home amidst light snow and cheery laughter. As Christmas drew nearer and nearer, many people had much shopping to finish up. As the tiny figure wove in and out of the crowded sidewalks, small footsteps appeared in the snow. They stopped at a store, which was dimly lit.
A bell rang somewhere overhead as the young boy pushed the door open. The wooden door creaked slightly, and shut a bit behind him, the young boy stepping into the store. Few candles alongside the store lay burning, the wax dripping down the sides. The candlelight illuminated the face of a young boy, of the age of about 8 or so. The light revealed a smooth face, following up with red hair, cut short like all the other boys, which fell short of his blue eyes.
The smile of the young boy widened, as the door behind the counter of the store creaked open and a beautiful woman stepped out. Her name was Aida Tsukio, and she was the only parent of the orphaned boy. She rushed out of the door, her light green kimono covering her slender body, with light brown hair framing a smooth, small face. Her hazel eyes met the young boy's as she picked him up.
" Kenshin! Your home! " she whispered into the boy's ear as she set him down on a stool, near the counter. The boy squirmed slightly, before adjusting to his own preference and smiled, throwing his small arms around the woman's neck. He clenched her tighter, and pulled her down to him, hugging her close.
" Hi mommy! " came the cheery voice from the lips of Kenshin. The young woman, of about 21, straightened up, and put on a fake deep voice, and mocked anger at him.
" Kenshin Himura, it's way past your bedtime! Why weren't you home before? " she said, choking back a laugh as she looked into his young innocent face.
" Mommy, your so funny! " was the response from Kenshin as he broke out laughing, his misty blue eyes more cheerful than ever, and Tsukio joined him: she loved to make him laugh. Possibly the most adorable boy lay sitting before her in the restaurant she owned. The counter, which the boy was sitting in front of, was polished brown wood, with an overhanging sign that read " Tsukio Palace: Japanese cuisine "
The sight of the door opening, and the jingle of the overhead bell was the cause of the pause in Tsukio's laughter. She hesitated before letting her eyes wander to the entrance, where a tall man stood. His slender muscular body of about six foot caused him to seemingly tower, yet he had a false sense of gentleness in the voice, which he spoke in.
" Hello there, missy. I have heard that this is the restaurant where the best Japanese food can be found. Along with a hot chick might I add? " He added with a slight smirk playing his soft lips. She shook her head, backing up against the counter, sweeping up a terrified Kenshin into her arms. She wanted the boy in safety before she dealt with this horrific man.
He stepped further into the light, and revealed was a man with brown hair, a few bangs dangling in front of his eyes. He wore a jacket, the color of white also continuing down his pants, and to his bandaged ankles, and finally to his black shoes. A smirk was played onto his lips, as his muscles were revealed, and he looked at her.
She didn't like the man's penetrating stare, as his eyes looked over her body, following every curve, large or small. He stepped forward, and licked his lips, and he held out a hand, causing Tsukio to jump back, her eyes wide with fear. The man saw her reaction, and lazily flashed a smile at her.
" The name's Sagara.Sagara Sanosuke. " he said pulling back his right hand once realizing she wasn't going to take his. So a feisty one, eh? Much better. He slid his hands up the bar counter, as the girl retreated into the backroom. She placed kenshin on her bed, and whispered to him a single word.
"Run."
She slammed the door shut and locked it, and a saddened Kenshin began to bawl at the top of his lungs, slamming his fists repetitively on the door, to no avail. He went to the back of the room, and was about to run around to the front when he heard a click and the front door too, was locked. There was silence for a minute, before a loud scream, and the tearing of clothing.
His eyes widened, wild scenes running through his head. [No not what you are thinking readers.XD] and suddenly, he imagined the man ripping off his clothing and hitting her with it. He shook his head, thinking that would hurt. [Hey he's a lil kid whatchya expect?] He looked around the room, and noticed a shield on the top of a shelf, as more screams filled the air.
Almost at the point of tears, he pulled the shield down, and out fell a sword, which he had failed to notice. He picked it up, swayed for a moment under the heavy weight, and fell back down. He heard more tearing of clothing, and more screams, so he picked up the shield, which was also too heavy. He began crying when he looked at the shield, and there was a dagger slid into the back. He wrenched it out, and held it up. Finally, something he could hold.
He slashed through the door, his eyes violet, and his voice somewhat pissed, as he jumped through the counter, and saw what he would have never expected on the ground. Sanosuke was on top of his half naked mother. Her kimono and bra lay torn and tattered along the sides, and all she had on was underwear. He growled, and lunged forward, barely giving Sanosuke enough time to draw out a weapon of his own: a bomb. He lunged to a side, as he landed on his feet.
" Kid your too slow for the expert assassin, Sagara Sanosuke. " His laughter rumbled through the restaurant and suddenly, a large slash cut through his leg, blood gushing from his cut. The black blood slid to the floor, and he nearly collapsed but caught himself. He looked into the kid's eyes, and saw not violet, but the coldest and brightest shade of amber he had ever seen. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
" You bitch! "
Kenshin gave a cold chuckle at Sanosuke's comment, but he rushed forward again, and was at Tsukio's side in a few mere seconds, before Sanosuke realized that he had no dagger. He looked down into his stomach, and there, embedded into those beautiful abs he had worked so hard on was a dagger. Growling, he lit the bomb and threw it at Kenshin and his mother, who was getting to her feet, with her hands over her chest. She ran to the backroom, while Kenshin followed behind her.
The bomb exploded, causing the fire to brush Kenshin, as the explosion sent him backwards. He felt a hand clamp over his mouth, and his nostrils flared, begging for air. However, all he got was smoke, and he flailed and kicked, as Sanosuke pulled out the dagger, and showed Kenshin how shallow he had put the dagger, before sliding it across his cheek, in a vertical line, and then dropping the dagger, holding up a kicking Kenshin with his right hand, the muscles bulging.
Blood running down his cheeks, Kenshin's eyes flared open, wondering where he would be going. His hard eyes softened as he fell into a deep slumber, Sanosuke still walking onwards through the whole night.
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Kenshin awoke with a start, as his hard amber eyes revealed his cold heart. Visible from the mere glance, was the heart of a cold-hearted ruthless assassin. As he stood up, his blue kimono slid itself over his chest, which lay half visible. He walked outside, towards the porch, and let his feet slide into his sandals. He took a few steps, his hair raised high into a ponytail at the back of his head. His cross-shaped scar lay on his left cheek, and his face was sweaty.
He had recently been having nightmares of what happened 20 years ago. He would never forget the cold look of Sanosuke, or the loving worried look on his mother's face, which he hadn't seen since. Ever since he was taken to Kyoto, he had changed so much, that he nearly forgotten his mother. He shook himself, and was angry with himself. He had let himself be shook up from a mere memory, a nightmare. How pathetic.
He pulled out his katana, and flitted it around for a few seconds, before laughing, and re-sheathing it. The master of assassins, the ruthless killer, the infamous Battousai had been scared over a nightmare? He couldn't tell anyone, not even his Master, Hiko Seijuro.
Exactly why he needed a master was unsure, for it was nothing new that Battousai had recently surpassed Hiko's level by improving on the Battou Juttsu with the Ku Zu Ryu San. This was the reason he was so feared, and called Battousai the Manslayer. He was feared among every soul that knew his name, and there was no one, well nearly no one, that could say his name with a shiver being brought forth.
He crawled over to the window, and laid on the protruding sill, his eyes closing, racking his memory for a moment. At last he remembered the last bit of it, which he couldn't help but shiver at. He stood up, and pulled both his katanas down to his Gi, which he set the sakabatou katana and the regular katana in.
He stepped to the doorway, and opened up the door, revealing the face of someone he had never hoped to see in his life. What surprised him most was how he hadn't change one bit, not at all. The same tall six-foot man, with brown hair with bangs dangling in his eyes, and white clothing stood before him, his hands in his pockets, and his head cocked back as he leaned against the doorway.
This time, Kenshin was going to take revenge for what Sagara Sanosuke did twenty years ago.
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[A/N: Well, I couldn't think of what to do for the ending and suddenly it hit me. I know it seems sorta early in the story to do something like THIS, but trust me I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve * Notes he's wearing a t- shirt * any who adios for now. Remember, review!!]
Press that button!! You can do it!!
Just two minutes from your life, come on!!