Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin.
A/N: I'm sorry these chapters are so short but, I don't have enough time to make longer ones. Yes, my last chapter was horrifying and from what one person told me *cough* (you know who you are) she thought it was extremely bizarre, but I have to agree with her. ^.^ It didn't turn out the way I wanted. I am too lazy to go and change it, so, it shall stay as it is. MWA HA HA HA HA!!!!!! If you do not like reading stuff that is really pretty freaky, from my point of view, I suggest that you just not read this chapter and please no flamers BUT REVIEW, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM IS WELCOME!!! On with the story!
Wounds Left Unhealed Chapter 4
It didn't seem like a dream even though Youko knew it was she decided it didn't matter. She'd just let the dream lead its course.
A cherry blossom fell from the tree, it fluttered in the wind, gently gliding towards the ground. Its fall was interrupted by a small girl, by the looks of it, the little girl was only four, she puffed her small cheeks up and blew, making the cherry blossom swirl. Then the little girl looked up at Youko who had been watching the flower's decent. A black bird rose from its perch in the tree, as it took off, the bird left a small downy feather drifting away. Youko looked back at the little girl, slowly, the girl took Youko's hand, almost as if she was afraid Youko would harm her. Frowning, Youko noticed what the little girl had been eyeing something nervously, and it turned out to be her katana. Letting go of the small girl's hand, Youko put her blade into its sheith, and took the little girl's delicate hand in hers. The girl smiled and began guiding Youko towards the town square.
The town square was empty and silent. Puzzled, she turned to the small girl and was startled. The realization was sudden, but Youko knew her eyes did not deceive her. The little girl was not just any little girl, it was Youko when she was merely a toddler. Obviously, the smaller version of Youko took no notice of Youko's abrupt halt, the girl let go of Youko's hand and chased after a butterfly that had made its appearance it danced in front of the girl. She made a snatch at it, caught it in her tiny hands, and as she opened them there was nothing there but a small pile of ashes. She pouted a while then realized Youko was still standing there, staring, and stunned. Smiling again and looking pleased that she had someone's attention, she grabbed Youko's hand and leading her to a place under a cherry tree. Plomping down onto the ground the girl watched Youko in a curious manner. Youko sat also, the ground was dusty and the patches that weren't shaded made at pattern across both of their faces.
They sat there for a while, staring at each other, and then the girl jumped up running out of the shade. Youko stood up slowly and followed.
"Why were you sent?" Youko asked, bending down until she was at eye level with the little girl. "I have never before seen you in my dreams, why is it that you come now?" she brushed some of the little girl's brown hair out of the girl's eyes that had escaped from the small braid she had in. Youko searched the girl's face, hoping to gain an answer. For she knew it was not an ordinary dream she was having.
The four year old opened her mouth as if to speak, but instead of words, blood started gushing from her mouth. The little girl's eyes took on a vacant look and the girl started to fall forward. Youko came out of her stupor and went to break the girl's fall. But Youko was too late. Oddly, the little girl didn't ever hit the ground. The large puddle of blood that had formed on the ground was no longer a puddle, it was a hole, and then the little girl fell through with Youko following.
Youko fell for what seemed like ages. The body of the little girl had vanished and Youko fell on into the darkness.
She thought her dream must have been over but she was wrong.
The darkness did have an end and Youko landed with a thump onto the floor of somebody's house. A man sat huddled in a corner cradling something. Walking over, Youko realized it wasn't an object he had in his hands, it was a body. She gasped, the man turned around, startled by her intrusion, and that was when she noticed he was holding the body of the little girl she had been with. The man wasn't just any man either. It was her father. Stepping back, she looked around and saw that the house she was standing in was her own. Her father put the girl's body down and advanced upon her, drawing his own sword. With a crazed look in his eye, he swung at Youko, and wordlessly she drew her own as she side stepped his attack. Youko was crying as she killed her father. It had been either him or her and she knew that the dream was not at an end. Just as the little girl's blood had done, her father's blood made a hole, and Youko stepped through.
This time she did not fall, instead she just stepped into a small store with a foreboding look about it. Her breath quickened, for she knew this place even though she had never seen nor heard of it. She sensed someone lurking in the shadows. Fuwa stepped out of the darkness and leered as he saw who it was. Youko attacked, using all her strenghth and speed to try and kill Fuwa. She had known it would be hopeless, for it was never a good idea to charge head on without knowing the attacker's strength. But, Youko had done it and now she would die because of that fatal mistake. Fuwa stepped forward to meet the challenge. Then, with one sweep he killed her. Youko fell slowly to the floor, just before she died she noticed a cherry blossom and a downy feather drifting towards the ground.
Youko woke up, shaking and drifted back to sleep.
It was just a dream, just a dream. I will kill Fuwa when the time comes. My family is destroyed because of him, he will not get away, as long as I live. Youko thought before she fell back asleep but the unease was still there.
A/N: So what do you think? If you would like to tell me, please review! This chapter is my greatest one so far, turned out just how I wanted it to. You might find it unsettling, but I think it came out quite nicely.
A/N: I'm sorry these chapters are so short but, I don't have enough time to make longer ones. Yes, my last chapter was horrifying and from what one person told me *cough* (you know who you are) she thought it was extremely bizarre, but I have to agree with her. ^.^ It didn't turn out the way I wanted. I am too lazy to go and change it, so, it shall stay as it is. MWA HA HA HA HA!!!!!! If you do not like reading stuff that is really pretty freaky, from my point of view, I suggest that you just not read this chapter and please no flamers BUT REVIEW, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM IS WELCOME!!! On with the story!
Wounds Left Unhealed Chapter 4
It didn't seem like a dream even though Youko knew it was she decided it didn't matter. She'd just let the dream lead its course.
A cherry blossom fell from the tree, it fluttered in the wind, gently gliding towards the ground. Its fall was interrupted by a small girl, by the looks of it, the little girl was only four, she puffed her small cheeks up and blew, making the cherry blossom swirl. Then the little girl looked up at Youko who had been watching the flower's decent. A black bird rose from its perch in the tree, as it took off, the bird left a small downy feather drifting away. Youko looked back at the little girl, slowly, the girl took Youko's hand, almost as if she was afraid Youko would harm her. Frowning, Youko noticed what the little girl had been eyeing something nervously, and it turned out to be her katana. Letting go of the small girl's hand, Youko put her blade into its sheith, and took the little girl's delicate hand in hers. The girl smiled and began guiding Youko towards the town square.
The town square was empty and silent. Puzzled, she turned to the small girl and was startled. The realization was sudden, but Youko knew her eyes did not deceive her. The little girl was not just any little girl, it was Youko when she was merely a toddler. Obviously, the smaller version of Youko took no notice of Youko's abrupt halt, the girl let go of Youko's hand and chased after a butterfly that had made its appearance it danced in front of the girl. She made a snatch at it, caught it in her tiny hands, and as she opened them there was nothing there but a small pile of ashes. She pouted a while then realized Youko was still standing there, staring, and stunned. Smiling again and looking pleased that she had someone's attention, she grabbed Youko's hand and leading her to a place under a cherry tree. Plomping down onto the ground the girl watched Youko in a curious manner. Youko sat also, the ground was dusty and the patches that weren't shaded made at pattern across both of their faces.
They sat there for a while, staring at each other, and then the girl jumped up running out of the shade. Youko stood up slowly and followed.
"Why were you sent?" Youko asked, bending down until she was at eye level with the little girl. "I have never before seen you in my dreams, why is it that you come now?" she brushed some of the little girl's brown hair out of the girl's eyes that had escaped from the small braid she had in. Youko searched the girl's face, hoping to gain an answer. For she knew it was not an ordinary dream she was having.
The four year old opened her mouth as if to speak, but instead of words, blood started gushing from her mouth. The little girl's eyes took on a vacant look and the girl started to fall forward. Youko came out of her stupor and went to break the girl's fall. But Youko was too late. Oddly, the little girl didn't ever hit the ground. The large puddle of blood that had formed on the ground was no longer a puddle, it was a hole, and then the little girl fell through with Youko following.
Youko fell for what seemed like ages. The body of the little girl had vanished and Youko fell on into the darkness.
She thought her dream must have been over but she was wrong.
The darkness did have an end and Youko landed with a thump onto the floor of somebody's house. A man sat huddled in a corner cradling something. Walking over, Youko realized it wasn't an object he had in his hands, it was a body. She gasped, the man turned around, startled by her intrusion, and that was when she noticed he was holding the body of the little girl she had been with. The man wasn't just any man either. It was her father. Stepping back, she looked around and saw that the house she was standing in was her own. Her father put the girl's body down and advanced upon her, drawing his own sword. With a crazed look in his eye, he swung at Youko, and wordlessly she drew her own as she side stepped his attack. Youko was crying as she killed her father. It had been either him or her and she knew that the dream was not at an end. Just as the little girl's blood had done, her father's blood made a hole, and Youko stepped through.
This time she did not fall, instead she just stepped into a small store with a foreboding look about it. Her breath quickened, for she knew this place even though she had never seen nor heard of it. She sensed someone lurking in the shadows. Fuwa stepped out of the darkness and leered as he saw who it was. Youko attacked, using all her strenghth and speed to try and kill Fuwa. She had known it would be hopeless, for it was never a good idea to charge head on without knowing the attacker's strength. But, Youko had done it and now she would die because of that fatal mistake. Fuwa stepped forward to meet the challenge. Then, with one sweep he killed her. Youko fell slowly to the floor, just before she died she noticed a cherry blossom and a downy feather drifting towards the ground.
Youko woke up, shaking and drifted back to sleep.
It was just a dream, just a dream. I will kill Fuwa when the time comes. My family is destroyed because of him, he will not get away, as long as I live. Youko thought before she fell back asleep but the unease was still there.
A/N: So what do you think? If you would like to tell me, please review! This chapter is my greatest one so far, turned out just how I wanted it to. You might find it unsettling, but I think it came out quite nicely.