Disclaimer: I don't own the Kenshin gumi, please do not sue me I am but an
innocent fan that is writing this because she has nothing else to do... I
wish I owned Kenshin *sigh*, but seeing as I do not, well whatever.
Though, technically I do own Youko Sakai, but that is because I made her
up... DON'T SUE ME!!! Okay, here goes nothing...
A/N: Okay people, this is my first fanfic so please be kind if you do R&R, do not ask me why this fic is so dark, FINE! I will tell you! The little voices in my head are getting to me... I was in a very dark mood when I thought this up, so there ya go! Please R&R I will be happy if you do. I'll shut up and start the story. ^.^ -Wavester
Wounds Left Unhealed
She looked out across the horizon and headed away from home, her family was now in shambles and the only thing that she had gotten out of it was the deaths of the two thieves laid on her shoulders. Sakai Youko was a girl of thirteen, with large brown eyes, long, dark brown hair with a tinge of copper, done in a braid, small for her age, and with a thin white scar slicing across her upper and lower lip, the scar was new along with her look of an aged spirit. There was nothing left for her here... Only a father who was now so depressed that he couldn't take care of anybody but himself, but he could figure it out. She'd come back and see to him later. Now it was time for her to do something that she had been meaning to do for a long time, go and visit Yahiko, technically she was a little hesitant to go to Tokyo, so many memories. Considering that she had lived there for the first nine years of her life, but no matter, she would go back. Also, she had to face the man that destroyed her family. The girl walked down the street with a small sack of provisions and a katana hanging at her side. She ignored the whisperings of the other villagers whispering about her behind her back. But there was one bit of talk that came to her attention. Satoko and another girl were huddled together, and talking quietly. "Did you hear? Youko killed those two men who came to her house", Satoko said. The other let out a small gasp and went on to say, "She's always had such a bad temper, I doubt they even did anything, and yet she just killed them!" Youko turned abruptly around and faced the two gossipers, her eyes narrowed, cold as ice and her face set in a look that would frighten even the strongest of fighters. Though she was a few inches shorter than Satoko and her sidekick, Youko seemed to tower over them, they both looked up, startled that Youko had overheard them. "Do you really think that I killed the two men with out any reason? They didn't just come up and knock on my family's door, they broke in and you know that, they even killed my mother so shut your mouths or I will shut them for you." Youko said it in a voice filled with cold fury, fists balled up, and eyes ablaze with hatred. The two girls scurried away while many of the villagers stared at Youko as though she was a bomb that might explode any second, even the people Youko had known since she was nine looked at her fearfully. Focusing her eyes on the path that lead to Tokyo she trudged on thinking of the night that her family fell apart...
Flashback from seven months ago:
Youko sat with her mother eating dinner and talking happily, her father would be home in a couple of hours. She heard something moving in the other room, getting up, she walked over and opened the door and was met with a blow to the side of her head, blackness... She woke up twenty minutes later, two men were arguing about what to take, their sack still empty (there was nothing of very much value in the house.) On the floor, Youko's mother lay, soaked in her own blood, a dagger through her chest, eyes glassy and dead. Youko quietly got up, and grabbed the katana that she always kept by the door. She had never used a sword on a person before, but had taught herself how to use it, and had amazing skills. The two thieves had finally noticed Youko standing near the door holding a sword, ready to kill. They weren't the type to fight and did everything in stealth and had never faced a battle. Now, they tried to run, but Youko was faster. She killed the first without even batting an eye. The second one was faster, but it did not matter, she chased him into the forest, where he hid, though it did not matter... Youko found him within a minute and flung her sword at him when he tried to escape, the sword pierced his leg and he was down. Looking down at the man, her eyes were filled with hate. He begged her to spare his life; Youko leaned down and drew her blade out of his leg. "Why is it that you come to my house and kill my mother, we had nothing, and now I have less than nothing, why are you here." Youko said it more as a statement than a question, voice quiet, lacking emotion. "Don't kill me! Please! I'm just a messenger, Fuwa Daisetsu sent me to t- tell Sakai Yoichi that h-he is in debt." The man was shaking; suddenly he lunged at Youko with a dagger in his fist. She jerked back, but did not come out unscathed; a long thin cut ran through her upper lip past her lower lip, not enough to slice through her lip, but enough to leave a mark. Before he could do anymore damage, Youko killed him. "You do not deserve to live, Fuwa Daisetsu will die. Reincarnation will not be good to you messenger..." Youko said to the corpse spat out blood from her mouth and walked away...
End of Flashback
Finally she had made it to Tokyo, after four days of traveling. Yahiko walked out of the dojo, feeling ticked off, "Ugly is such a baka, why doesn't she pick on someone else for a change? All I did was say her cooking tastes bad." He muttered. He walked into the Akabeko to look for Tsubame... "Surrounded, crap, oh well, no matter I can fight them off, who should I take first. I'll go for the huge guy." Youko thought calmly calculating the odds of being killed. "Come on girly, all we want is your money, just hand it over." One of the men said, holding a dagger threateningly. "No." Drawing her katana out of its sheath, and lunged at the one who had just talked, he was unconscious before he knew she had attacked, pretty soon all the men except one were unconscious. The largest man was still up and had his sword drawn, he attacked and she blocked, her level of accuracy lethal, swift as the wind, and agile as a jungle cat. Youko moved in for the kill, unfortunately, she had not noticed that the man had a shorter sword hidden in his coat. As she attacked, he whipped out the short sword and swung, the short sword scraped across her left set of ribs. But, it mattered not, for Youko did not even feel it, he wasn't going anywhere soon, the blow she dealt him was enough to knock out any man. Gasping for air she fell to her knees, the pain from the wound intense, blackness surrounded the edges of her vision. Along the path someone was walking, he looked so familiar... Who was he? Yahiko? "Hey, could you help an old friend?" Youko said weakly and collapsed in a dead faint. Yahiko stared, who was she? He could have sworn that she was someone he knew. I have to help her. Amazingly, he managed to lug her back to the dojo, still bewildered. In the dojo Megumi bandaged up the huge wound on her side, "Who is this girl, Yahiko?" Megumi asked and looked over at Yahiko, who was staring at the girl's face trying to figure out whom she was. "Huh? Wha-oh! I don't know, she looks like someone from a long time ago, but I can't remember, she asked if I would help her and that she was an old friend..." Yahiko trailed off looking thoughtful. Kaoru came into the room, and looked at the girl lying on the futon, and saw the scar running through her lip. Looking at it more closely she realized what the scar was from, "That's from a blade! Yahiko, where did you find her? I've never seen her before." "Look Ugly, how many times do I have to say this!?! I DON'T KNOW WHO SHE IS! SHE WAS ON THE SIDE OF THE PATH SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF UNCONCIOUS ROBBERS!!! I'm trying to think so stop asking me questions." Yahiko screamed, officially annoyed. Kenshin, who had been sitting quietly this whole time, now spoke up, "She is waking, and it would be better if we were not shouting, that it would."
Everyone shut their mouths and stared intently at the stirring girl. "Mmph no, I don't wanna get up, go way, no mother, I'm not getting-no!" Youko sat up abruptly, and was looking at a blank spot on the wall, her eyes not really seeing the room she was in. "She's dead, she's not coming back, never..." She looked wildly around, groping for something that wasn't there. "Don't go, don't leave me here all alone." With that Youko fell back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "What the..." Yahiko was now extremely confused who was this girl talking about? She was a total nutcase. Everyone else, except Kenshin was staring open-mouthed at the girl. Youko sat up more slowly this time and looked over at Yahiko, and said, "Hey baka, pun pun, onada... Remember me?" Yahiko leapt up, and yelled, "YOU evillll..." that's who she is! Finally I know who she is, hey wait, she just called me grrrg! With the recognition over with, Yahiko pounced on top of his friend from when he was six. "AAAAARGH! Ouch! Not so hard you baka!" Youko screeched as she was pummeled by the wrathful Yahiko. Kenshin had to pry Yahiko off Youko, "Gomen! Yahiko she's hurt, are you trying to injure her even more? It looks like you don't want her to heal, that it does." Kenshin received a punch in the nose for that comment via Yahiko, "Oro!" Kenshin went swirly eyed and sat down hard on the ground. "Kenshin! Are you all right? Yahiko, you should not have done that to Kenshin!" Kaoru said rushing over to see if Kenshin was all right. "Seems to me ugly likes Kenshin a lot." Yahiko said with an evil grin on his face. For once Kaoru didn't go and whack Yahiko because she was trying to stop Kenshin's nosebleed. When everyone had calmed down Megumi finally asked Youko the question that seemed to be bugging everyone. "Who are you?" "I, am Sakai Youko, I came here to make sure Yahiko is doing alright, ever since I moved away it has been bugging me that I did not know what had happened to the little twerp. Oh, and by the way, what did you do with my katana?" Youko stated. "Yes, she was my friend when she lived a couple houses away from us, but then they moved somewhere else." Yahiko said and handed the katana over to Youko who took it and placed it carefully next to her. "Well by the looks of it, you're going to have to stay with us until you get your strength back, or longer, if you want. Then you could help me cook!" Kaoru said cheerfully. "I think that is a good idea Kaoru-dono, that it is." Kenshin said, "Now could you tell us your story, by the looks of it you have one..."
A/N: So people, this is the story I have been itching to write, I am not quite sure if it is very good, which is why I need you to R&R! Please be kind. Criticism is okay... I'll right another chapter, this one was long, but whatever. Though it depends... So R&R! Sorry if I spelled some stuff wrong... Thanks for reading. ;
A/N: Okay people, this is my first fanfic so please be kind if you do R&R, do not ask me why this fic is so dark, FINE! I will tell you! The little voices in my head are getting to me... I was in a very dark mood when I thought this up, so there ya go! Please R&R I will be happy if you do. I'll shut up and start the story. ^.^ -Wavester
Wounds Left Unhealed
She looked out across the horizon and headed away from home, her family was now in shambles and the only thing that she had gotten out of it was the deaths of the two thieves laid on her shoulders. Sakai Youko was a girl of thirteen, with large brown eyes, long, dark brown hair with a tinge of copper, done in a braid, small for her age, and with a thin white scar slicing across her upper and lower lip, the scar was new along with her look of an aged spirit. There was nothing left for her here... Only a father who was now so depressed that he couldn't take care of anybody but himself, but he could figure it out. She'd come back and see to him later. Now it was time for her to do something that she had been meaning to do for a long time, go and visit Yahiko, technically she was a little hesitant to go to Tokyo, so many memories. Considering that she had lived there for the first nine years of her life, but no matter, she would go back. Also, she had to face the man that destroyed her family. The girl walked down the street with a small sack of provisions and a katana hanging at her side. She ignored the whisperings of the other villagers whispering about her behind her back. But there was one bit of talk that came to her attention. Satoko and another girl were huddled together, and talking quietly. "Did you hear? Youko killed those two men who came to her house", Satoko said. The other let out a small gasp and went on to say, "She's always had such a bad temper, I doubt they even did anything, and yet she just killed them!" Youko turned abruptly around and faced the two gossipers, her eyes narrowed, cold as ice and her face set in a look that would frighten even the strongest of fighters. Though she was a few inches shorter than Satoko and her sidekick, Youko seemed to tower over them, they both looked up, startled that Youko had overheard them. "Do you really think that I killed the two men with out any reason? They didn't just come up and knock on my family's door, they broke in and you know that, they even killed my mother so shut your mouths or I will shut them for you." Youko said it in a voice filled with cold fury, fists balled up, and eyes ablaze with hatred. The two girls scurried away while many of the villagers stared at Youko as though she was a bomb that might explode any second, even the people Youko had known since she was nine looked at her fearfully. Focusing her eyes on the path that lead to Tokyo she trudged on thinking of the night that her family fell apart...
Flashback from seven months ago:
Youko sat with her mother eating dinner and talking happily, her father would be home in a couple of hours. She heard something moving in the other room, getting up, she walked over and opened the door and was met with a blow to the side of her head, blackness... She woke up twenty minutes later, two men were arguing about what to take, their sack still empty (there was nothing of very much value in the house.) On the floor, Youko's mother lay, soaked in her own blood, a dagger through her chest, eyes glassy and dead. Youko quietly got up, and grabbed the katana that she always kept by the door. She had never used a sword on a person before, but had taught herself how to use it, and had amazing skills. The two thieves had finally noticed Youko standing near the door holding a sword, ready to kill. They weren't the type to fight and did everything in stealth and had never faced a battle. Now, they tried to run, but Youko was faster. She killed the first without even batting an eye. The second one was faster, but it did not matter, she chased him into the forest, where he hid, though it did not matter... Youko found him within a minute and flung her sword at him when he tried to escape, the sword pierced his leg and he was down. Looking down at the man, her eyes were filled with hate. He begged her to spare his life; Youko leaned down and drew her blade out of his leg. "Why is it that you come to my house and kill my mother, we had nothing, and now I have less than nothing, why are you here." Youko said it more as a statement than a question, voice quiet, lacking emotion. "Don't kill me! Please! I'm just a messenger, Fuwa Daisetsu sent me to t- tell Sakai Yoichi that h-he is in debt." The man was shaking; suddenly he lunged at Youko with a dagger in his fist. She jerked back, but did not come out unscathed; a long thin cut ran through her upper lip past her lower lip, not enough to slice through her lip, but enough to leave a mark. Before he could do anymore damage, Youko killed him. "You do not deserve to live, Fuwa Daisetsu will die. Reincarnation will not be good to you messenger..." Youko said to the corpse spat out blood from her mouth and walked away...
End of Flashback
Finally she had made it to Tokyo, after four days of traveling. Yahiko walked out of the dojo, feeling ticked off, "Ugly is such a baka, why doesn't she pick on someone else for a change? All I did was say her cooking tastes bad." He muttered. He walked into the Akabeko to look for Tsubame... "Surrounded, crap, oh well, no matter I can fight them off, who should I take first. I'll go for the huge guy." Youko thought calmly calculating the odds of being killed. "Come on girly, all we want is your money, just hand it over." One of the men said, holding a dagger threateningly. "No." Drawing her katana out of its sheath, and lunged at the one who had just talked, he was unconscious before he knew she had attacked, pretty soon all the men except one were unconscious. The largest man was still up and had his sword drawn, he attacked and she blocked, her level of accuracy lethal, swift as the wind, and agile as a jungle cat. Youko moved in for the kill, unfortunately, she had not noticed that the man had a shorter sword hidden in his coat. As she attacked, he whipped out the short sword and swung, the short sword scraped across her left set of ribs. But, it mattered not, for Youko did not even feel it, he wasn't going anywhere soon, the blow she dealt him was enough to knock out any man. Gasping for air she fell to her knees, the pain from the wound intense, blackness surrounded the edges of her vision. Along the path someone was walking, he looked so familiar... Who was he? Yahiko? "Hey, could you help an old friend?" Youko said weakly and collapsed in a dead faint. Yahiko stared, who was she? He could have sworn that she was someone he knew. I have to help her. Amazingly, he managed to lug her back to the dojo, still bewildered. In the dojo Megumi bandaged up the huge wound on her side, "Who is this girl, Yahiko?" Megumi asked and looked over at Yahiko, who was staring at the girl's face trying to figure out whom she was. "Huh? Wha-oh! I don't know, she looks like someone from a long time ago, but I can't remember, she asked if I would help her and that she was an old friend..." Yahiko trailed off looking thoughtful. Kaoru came into the room, and looked at the girl lying on the futon, and saw the scar running through her lip. Looking at it more closely she realized what the scar was from, "That's from a blade! Yahiko, where did you find her? I've never seen her before." "Look Ugly, how many times do I have to say this!?! I DON'T KNOW WHO SHE IS! SHE WAS ON THE SIDE OF THE PATH SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF UNCONCIOUS ROBBERS!!! I'm trying to think so stop asking me questions." Yahiko screamed, officially annoyed. Kenshin, who had been sitting quietly this whole time, now spoke up, "She is waking, and it would be better if we were not shouting, that it would."
Everyone shut their mouths and stared intently at the stirring girl. "Mmph no, I don't wanna get up, go way, no mother, I'm not getting-no!" Youko sat up abruptly, and was looking at a blank spot on the wall, her eyes not really seeing the room she was in. "She's dead, she's not coming back, never..." She looked wildly around, groping for something that wasn't there. "Don't go, don't leave me here all alone." With that Youko fell back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "What the..." Yahiko was now extremely confused who was this girl talking about? She was a total nutcase. Everyone else, except Kenshin was staring open-mouthed at the girl. Youko sat up more slowly this time and looked over at Yahiko, and said, "Hey baka, pun pun, onada... Remember me?" Yahiko leapt up, and yelled, "YOU evillll..." that's who she is! Finally I know who she is, hey wait, she just called me grrrg! With the recognition over with, Yahiko pounced on top of his friend from when he was six. "AAAAARGH! Ouch! Not so hard you baka!" Youko screeched as she was pummeled by the wrathful Yahiko. Kenshin had to pry Yahiko off Youko, "Gomen! Yahiko she's hurt, are you trying to injure her even more? It looks like you don't want her to heal, that it does." Kenshin received a punch in the nose for that comment via Yahiko, "Oro!" Kenshin went swirly eyed and sat down hard on the ground. "Kenshin! Are you all right? Yahiko, you should not have done that to Kenshin!" Kaoru said rushing over to see if Kenshin was all right. "Seems to me ugly likes Kenshin a lot." Yahiko said with an evil grin on his face. For once Kaoru didn't go and whack Yahiko because she was trying to stop Kenshin's nosebleed. When everyone had calmed down Megumi finally asked Youko the question that seemed to be bugging everyone. "Who are you?" "I, am Sakai Youko, I came here to make sure Yahiko is doing alright, ever since I moved away it has been bugging me that I did not know what had happened to the little twerp. Oh, and by the way, what did you do with my katana?" Youko stated. "Yes, she was my friend when she lived a couple houses away from us, but then they moved somewhere else." Yahiko said and handed the katana over to Youko who took it and placed it carefully next to her. "Well by the looks of it, you're going to have to stay with us until you get your strength back, or longer, if you want. Then you could help me cook!" Kaoru said cheerfully. "I think that is a good idea Kaoru-dono, that it is." Kenshin said, "Now could you tell us your story, by the looks of it you have one..."
A/N: So people, this is the story I have been itching to write, I am not quite sure if it is very good, which is why I need you to R&R! Please be kind. Criticism is okay... I'll right another chapter, this one was long, but whatever. Though it depends... So R&R! Sorry if I spelled some stuff wrong... Thanks for reading. ;