Disclaimer: I havent done this before, felt no need for it because if someone thought I owned this and would still be writing stories like this and not turning them into eps, they are sadly mistaken. Therefor: I Do Not Own Rurouni Kenshin. Happy now everyone?
Short note: BookDragon, as of yet you are my only supporter as far as reveiws go. I had begun to think that perhaps I should stop this writing, though now I see there is at least one who will read this. Also, my friend, I am not the only writer who uses this account, as you may have guessed, but I shall write in the bio section of the account, the story titles and the writers so no one gets confused any longer. Thank you.
Also, I have no talent in the battle-sceans, so I`ll do something in place of it.
Now, on with the story!
Sorry, had to do that, just for kicks. Alright, Starlight, wheres the ice cream you promised me?
Starlight: You`ll get it as soon as I get mine from Lithina
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*Starlight`s POV*
I was in mine and Sarkia`s meeting room, content with practicing in my mind. Its what one could call a dream, though to me it was real. I always had a tendancy to practace moves in my mind, something I had started doing ever since Sakia entered my life.
I kept my eyes closed as I praticed, it was easier to consentrate that way.
I was also acting like my blade was an old english blade, it made me feel more at home. I was fortunant to get such a fine blade to learn with when the Clan burned.
I was a stow-away, you know?
I hid apon a ship bound for Japan, it had went under during a storm, and I was lucky enough to have gotten thrown off. Well, unluckly if you wanted to look at it in such a way. I didnt think anyone else made it off, but there wasnt many people on board anyway.
I`m not sure, but I`m guessing the tide must of took me there, and when I woke up, Kinfo was sitting by a fire. She told me that she had followed me from the Clan after the grounds burned, and even stowed away on the ship just to see what I was up to. When I asked how she`d gotten off the ship, she mearly looked away and replied, "Your not the only one who gets thrown."
We started traveling together after that for a time, since we were both still just little children, seven at the most. I remember, people at the Clan had said that I was "Seven harvest moons," and "Seven winters." Kinfo had been not much older, a few white moons perhaps.
I think, we`d been traveling for a year before Sano came into the picture. He and another little boy were traveling with a 'Captain Sagara' guy who I didnt quite understand. Kinfo, suprisingly, knew the 'root' of all langauge, which I swear was a buch of jibberish, and taught Sanosuke english in effort to get his affection. I desided to learn bits and peices of Japanese on my own because me and Kinfo had always been on bad terms with one another.
We traveled with them for a while, but Kinfo dissapeared off on her own a half a year later, and I went off on my own when a full year was up. With high hopes, enough Japanese learned to get me somewhere in the world, and a finely made katana given to me by one of Sagara`s men, I was a orphans in a way as my family, if they had survived the fire, was in another country. I was finely skilled from all the training I had both receaved from the Clan and Captain Sagara`s lessions, though his had been few and fare between, and while I was a powerful advisary, I was not nearly as powerful as I tended to believe myself to be.
I tried to speek Japanese as much as I could in this world oh so new to me, and I was once told that many people feared me because I held a sword at my side and, to ones eyes, looked unpredictable. Most of those people, whoever, were harmless woman and children, and any man who feared me feared me only because I had beat him in combat.
As I was female and yet a child, many picked on me not only because of that, but because I knew hardly any Japanese, and thus, since most of the bullies were boys, I strove to prove any male wrong. Sometimes even going over my own limits to do so.
I was recruited for the Revalution at a young age and, strange as it may seem, I dont remember how old I was. There, I met a boy named Kenshin Himura, or rather, in Japan, Himura Kenshin. I prefered Himura after Kenshin, Kenshin actuly seemed like a name.
I do remember though, that when I was fifteen or sixteen, I cant remember my age then eather, Kenshin just up and dissapeared, much like Kinfo had done.
I opened my eyes as I felt my sakabatou slice through something. My sakabatou....did I mention that I had sold my old english blade and my katana to get a sakabatou? I didnt like to kill, and I didnt want a chance that I could, though I knew that with any sword there was a chance, but a sakabatou had less likely a chance. I mean, look how many I had killed in the Revalution with a sakabatou.
My eyes landed where the end of my sword did, ontop of a blood red tea pot. Grams` tea pot. Oh what have I done now? I sheathed my blade and set about trying to peice Grandma`s pot back together, freezing when two more hands joined mine. I looked up, startled.
"Kenshin?"
He looked up, and smiled at me reashuringly. I raised an eyebrow in confusion and intrest, but my gaze returned to the tea pot almost involentaraly. My sword had cut diagnally, and a steep angle it was.
I remember Grams telling me once when I was a little girl that her mother had taught her her to make things like that, and that she had made it for her family when she got married. She said that over the years, she had painted it with red so many times, it turned the darkest shade she`d ever seen, and to lighten the crimson color, she used bright gold to paint a beautiful rose-flower pattern on it.
Grams was dead now, she was inside when out house went up with the smoke. I guess thats why I prized is so much.
Actuly, I`m not ahundred percent sure Gram was in the fire, but thats the only reason I can come up with as to why my body wouldnt follow my comands.
I guess I had thought I was the last of Silver Clan before I saw Linfo when I woke up afther the storm. I had been to young to think much of it then, that perhaps my family hadnt died, I just always assumed that they had.
And the red and gold and white, ah the smoked white from inside the pot, all lay in peices on the floor, having shattered when it had landed. For some reason, the only word that came to my mind was.....
"Sanosuke."
My eyes watered as realization came to me. I bowed my head so Kenshin couldnt see.
Sano did this to me, didnt he? I know he did, and didnt even know it, what he was doing to me.
"Starlight, stop!" My body jerked and his panicked voice entered my mind and shook my very soul.
Sano.
I found myself standing in my body, no longer in my mind, but in the real world. Sarkia`s other sword was mear cintimeters from his neck, and my hands were tight on the hilt.
Kenshin`s golden eyed double stood behind him his eyes narrowed in anger but glistening in confusion. I was confused myself, as to where I was and what I had done to make the other warrior so upset, that was, of chorse, till I spotted fresh blood on the end of the blade in my hands and in a pool on the floor behind Sano.
Sano himself was standing infront of the slayer protectivly, his arms streached out to his sides and his eyes a void of trust and faith, with only a slight hint of fear.
Fear? Why was Sano afraid? I didnt understand. Kinshin was bleeing and Sano`s bandages appeared to be crimson, meaning he too was bleeding. I wasnt sure yet what I had done, but I was begining to get a good idea.
It had been mear moments since I`d returned to this world, and I didnt relise I was fixing to leave it till I felt a sharp blow to the back of my neck. Only an instant before, I had seen the gold eyed Kinshin double faze out of existance.
I vagely remember droping the sword and falling forward onto Sanosuke. I hope he dont mind.
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Alright people, this story is coming to a close soon, the next chapter might be the last. But dont worry, I`ve already got a plot thought up for the story which will start at the end of this one (I forget what the word I`m looking for is called)
Till next chapter, everyone!
--Natasha
BTW, sorry about the shortness of this chappie.
Short note: BookDragon, as of yet you are my only supporter as far as reveiws go. I had begun to think that perhaps I should stop this writing, though now I see there is at least one who will read this. Also, my friend, I am not the only writer who uses this account, as you may have guessed, but I shall write in the bio section of the account, the story titles and the writers so no one gets confused any longer. Thank you.
Also, I have no talent in the battle-sceans, so I`ll do something in place of it.
Now, on with the story!
Sorry, had to do that, just for kicks. Alright, Starlight, wheres the ice cream you promised me?
Starlight: You`ll get it as soon as I get mine from Lithina
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*Starlight`s POV*
I was in mine and Sarkia`s meeting room, content with practicing in my mind. Its what one could call a dream, though to me it was real. I always had a tendancy to practace moves in my mind, something I had started doing ever since Sakia entered my life.
I kept my eyes closed as I praticed, it was easier to consentrate that way.
I was also acting like my blade was an old english blade, it made me feel more at home. I was fortunant to get such a fine blade to learn with when the Clan burned.
I was a stow-away, you know?
I hid apon a ship bound for Japan, it had went under during a storm, and I was lucky enough to have gotten thrown off. Well, unluckly if you wanted to look at it in such a way. I didnt think anyone else made it off, but there wasnt many people on board anyway.
I`m not sure, but I`m guessing the tide must of took me there, and when I woke up, Kinfo was sitting by a fire. She told me that she had followed me from the Clan after the grounds burned, and even stowed away on the ship just to see what I was up to. When I asked how she`d gotten off the ship, she mearly looked away and replied, "Your not the only one who gets thrown."
We started traveling together after that for a time, since we were both still just little children, seven at the most. I remember, people at the Clan had said that I was "Seven harvest moons," and "Seven winters." Kinfo had been not much older, a few white moons perhaps.
I think, we`d been traveling for a year before Sano came into the picture. He and another little boy were traveling with a 'Captain Sagara' guy who I didnt quite understand. Kinfo, suprisingly, knew the 'root' of all langauge, which I swear was a buch of jibberish, and taught Sanosuke english in effort to get his affection. I desided to learn bits and peices of Japanese on my own because me and Kinfo had always been on bad terms with one another.
We traveled with them for a while, but Kinfo dissapeared off on her own a half a year later, and I went off on my own when a full year was up. With high hopes, enough Japanese learned to get me somewhere in the world, and a finely made katana given to me by one of Sagara`s men, I was a orphans in a way as my family, if they had survived the fire, was in another country. I was finely skilled from all the training I had both receaved from the Clan and Captain Sagara`s lessions, though his had been few and fare between, and while I was a powerful advisary, I was not nearly as powerful as I tended to believe myself to be.
I tried to speek Japanese as much as I could in this world oh so new to me, and I was once told that many people feared me because I held a sword at my side and, to ones eyes, looked unpredictable. Most of those people, whoever, were harmless woman and children, and any man who feared me feared me only because I had beat him in combat.
As I was female and yet a child, many picked on me not only because of that, but because I knew hardly any Japanese, and thus, since most of the bullies were boys, I strove to prove any male wrong. Sometimes even going over my own limits to do so.
I was recruited for the Revalution at a young age and, strange as it may seem, I dont remember how old I was. There, I met a boy named Kenshin Himura, or rather, in Japan, Himura Kenshin. I prefered Himura after Kenshin, Kenshin actuly seemed like a name.
I do remember though, that when I was fifteen or sixteen, I cant remember my age then eather, Kenshin just up and dissapeared, much like Kinfo had done.
I opened my eyes as I felt my sakabatou slice through something. My sakabatou....did I mention that I had sold my old english blade and my katana to get a sakabatou? I didnt like to kill, and I didnt want a chance that I could, though I knew that with any sword there was a chance, but a sakabatou had less likely a chance. I mean, look how many I had killed in the Revalution with a sakabatou.
My eyes landed where the end of my sword did, ontop of a blood red tea pot. Grams` tea pot. Oh what have I done now? I sheathed my blade and set about trying to peice Grandma`s pot back together, freezing when two more hands joined mine. I looked up, startled.
"Kenshin?"
He looked up, and smiled at me reashuringly. I raised an eyebrow in confusion and intrest, but my gaze returned to the tea pot almost involentaraly. My sword had cut diagnally, and a steep angle it was.
I remember Grams telling me once when I was a little girl that her mother had taught her her to make things like that, and that she had made it for her family when she got married. She said that over the years, she had painted it with red so many times, it turned the darkest shade she`d ever seen, and to lighten the crimson color, she used bright gold to paint a beautiful rose-flower pattern on it.
Grams was dead now, she was inside when out house went up with the smoke. I guess thats why I prized is so much.
Actuly, I`m not ahundred percent sure Gram was in the fire, but thats the only reason I can come up with as to why my body wouldnt follow my comands.
I guess I had thought I was the last of Silver Clan before I saw Linfo when I woke up afther the storm. I had been to young to think much of it then, that perhaps my family hadnt died, I just always assumed that they had.
And the red and gold and white, ah the smoked white from inside the pot, all lay in peices on the floor, having shattered when it had landed. For some reason, the only word that came to my mind was.....
"Sanosuke."
My eyes watered as realization came to me. I bowed my head so Kenshin couldnt see.
Sano did this to me, didnt he? I know he did, and didnt even know it, what he was doing to me.
"Starlight, stop!" My body jerked and his panicked voice entered my mind and shook my very soul.
Sano.
I found myself standing in my body, no longer in my mind, but in the real world. Sarkia`s other sword was mear cintimeters from his neck, and my hands were tight on the hilt.
Kenshin`s golden eyed double stood behind him his eyes narrowed in anger but glistening in confusion. I was confused myself, as to where I was and what I had done to make the other warrior so upset, that was, of chorse, till I spotted fresh blood on the end of the blade in my hands and in a pool on the floor behind Sano.
Sano himself was standing infront of the slayer protectivly, his arms streached out to his sides and his eyes a void of trust and faith, with only a slight hint of fear.
Fear? Why was Sano afraid? I didnt understand. Kinshin was bleeing and Sano`s bandages appeared to be crimson, meaning he too was bleeding. I wasnt sure yet what I had done, but I was begining to get a good idea.
It had been mear moments since I`d returned to this world, and I didnt relise I was fixing to leave it till I felt a sharp blow to the back of my neck. Only an instant before, I had seen the gold eyed Kinshin double faze out of existance.
I vagely remember droping the sword and falling forward onto Sanosuke. I hope he dont mind.
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Alright people, this story is coming to a close soon, the next chapter might be the last. But dont worry, I`ve already got a plot thought up for the story which will start at the end of this one (I forget what the word I`m looking for is called)
Till next chapter, everyone!
--Natasha
BTW, sorry about the shortness of this chappie.