Hi guess what I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, and I actually tried to write a
sad story for once. Yay! Well, see what you think, cuz this is a weird
and new thing for me, if you've read any of the other stories, you'll
understand. Lol. Have fun! P.S. the lady looking out the window is
Kenshin's mother, and the boy who is sick is Kenshin's big brother.
Read!
She looked out the window.
And saw the little red head some running down the hill at full force.
She heard a sound from inside the house, and turned to see her oldest son lift his hand toward her, and try to speak.
She ran to his side forgetting her own illness, and began anxiously talking to him.
"Oh Sojiro! You're still alive! Hold on ok? Don't speak, save your strength, I'll get you some water."
She ran over to the water bucket, and using all the strength she had, she dragged it across the floor to her son.
"Here Sojiro, swallow this water, it will help you."
A little water dribbled down his chin, but she felt he had gotten a good amount down his throat.
Just then the little red head ran into the small house.
"Shinta! Your brother is still alive!"
"Oh mother that is good news!"
"Shinta? Where is the medicine?"
"Oh mother! There was no one left in town! They all died, or ran away."
"So we are alone."
There was a silence, until Sojiro spoke.
HE spoke his last words to his six-year-old brother.
"Not alone, pray Kenshin, you. must. pray.
Who is Kenshin?? His mother thought.
Shinta looked at his older brother, then he bowed his head, and folded his hands, and whispered, "IF there is anyone who can hear, please deliver us from this trouble."
He looked up and his brother was still, his eyes were closed. If he was breathing it was very faint.
The poor mother could not take this any longer, she kissed little Shinta on the top of his head, and whispered, I'm sorry, I will not lose you too, you must get away from here, after you have taken care of your brother's body, I haven't the strength to do it. Goodbye, Shinta."
And with that she walked away.
Kenshin sat stunned for a moment, then he realized what was happening, Mummy was leaving!
He bolted up and ran out the door to see her walking off towards the woods.
"NO! Mama wait! Don't leave me!"
Yuki turned around tears on her face, she whispered, "I'm sorry my son, I cannot stay, I loved you the best, goodbye Shinta."
Then she turned around and walked away.
Shinta broke down and cried.
He rolled up in a ball and rocked back and forth, crying, screaming.
All that had happened in the past months came into his head, and he relived it all, and just kept crying.
His crying kept his older brother awake, and if his older brother had fallen asleep, he would have died.
As it was, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
But he tried to speak.
He did manage to make a sort of croaky sound, but his little brothers crying drowned it out.
So he listened to his brother's cries, and waited for him to stop crying, and come inside.
When he did, his older brother croaked out, "Shin.ta."
Shinta ran over to his brother, and felt his chest for a heart beat.
It was there, but VERY faint.
"Sojiro! Your alive!"
A smile lit up the little boys face; Shinta immediately got him some water, and carefully dripped it into his mouth so he wouldn't choke.
Then he went to where food was stored, and he started to cook some rice in a lot of water.
In the mean time he talked non-stop to his brother, just in case.
When he figured the rice had cooked long enough he took the pot over to his brother's bed, and fed him the extra water drip by drip, then he hungrily devoured the partially cooked rice.
He fell asleep still talking to his brother.
He awoke to gentle hands picking him up.
He was a small child, and he did look more like a four year old than anything, however this person was trying to take him away from his brother.
"No!" he shrieked, and immediately started kicking and screaming.
"Shhh, y you'll wake your brother, come out side with me." A soft feminine voice said.
"No, put me down." Kenshin said, in stubborn little kid form.
"I'm not going to hurt you, or your brother, but you need to get out of the house, so we can take care of him."
By then they were outside.
The lady put him down under a tree near the house.
"You mean you want to help?"
"Yes, we want to help, we won't hurt him, but you need to stay out here, if you want us to help him."
So Shinta sat under the tree and moped.
The lady left him there and went inside the house, and he wanted to know why she could go in the house but he couldn't.
So he walked over to the door and looked in, and there was the lady, holding a knife, about to cut into his brother.
There was a doctor there too; he was mixing something in a cup, probably poison.
"No! What are you doing! You'll kill him!"
"Shinta" a groggy voice said. "Let the doctors do their job, they aren't trying to kill me."
"But Sojiro!"
"Go Shinta, they are trying to help, go back outside."
Shinta turned and stomped off to the tree to brood.
A while later, a little girl with dark hair, and big honey brown eyes walked up to him and said. "You're the little boys that lives here?"
"Yeah" Shinta said without looking up.
"Well my mommy says you need to come eat."
"Is your mommy the mean lady who's going to kill my brother with that knife?"
"No, that's my auntie, and she is the nicest person in the world, she would never hurt anyone! Come eat, your too skinny."
"Fine"
And with that Shinta got up, and stalked off after the little girl.
Supper was good; he had to admit it did feel good to eat something other than plain rice that was either over cooked, or undercooked.
Then he went and sat under the tree again, a little happier.
He didn't stay that way long though.
Soon the lady and the doctor walked out of the little house whispering and shaking their heads.
Shinta got up and ran to them.
"Is my brother better?" he asked hopefully.
"Shinta, we have done everything we could think of to help your brother. I'm sorry to say, I don't think he'll be able o get better, there is a good chance he will die."
"But you said you'd help him!"
Listen Shinta we have other patients to tend to, patients that have more of a chance, Will leave someone here with him, but you have to come with us, because you can't look after yourself."
"No! I'm staying with my brother!"
"Hanya, Gensai, please take this child to the wagon immediately."
Two strong men came out from inside the house and picked up Shinta and carried him away, screaming and kicking.
When they got to the wagon he tried to run away, but they caught him, and tied his hands and feet together with rope.
And there he sat, in the wagon.
Until, he found something he could do with out his hands or feet.
He started yelling and screaming and crying.
Piercingly ranting about how unfair it was that they were taking him away from his brother, and how he had been taking care of himself, and how they were liars because they had said they would help his brother.
This went on until one of those big men came into the wagon, and stuck a bunch of cloth in his mouth.
And there he sat, in utter silence. He felt completely helpless.
Silent tears rolled down his cheek, and he sang a song his mama used to sing to him as a lullaby.
And as he sang, he fell into darkness, calm peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Well, this is the first really sad thing I have ever 'TRIED' to write.
One of my friends read it, and they actually laughed.
Any way I was in a super pooper of a mood of badness when I wrote this and I don't know if there will be any more.
But, maybe, just maybe, there will be more. I hope. I kinda like this story.
Even if you might need a box of tissues for it.
Boohoo.
Lol, too much talking.
If you read this, you should read the other, happier fanfics.
Well toodles!
~*Byeeez*~ ~*Pzanna*~
Read!
She looked out the window.
And saw the little red head some running down the hill at full force.
She heard a sound from inside the house, and turned to see her oldest son lift his hand toward her, and try to speak.
She ran to his side forgetting her own illness, and began anxiously talking to him.
"Oh Sojiro! You're still alive! Hold on ok? Don't speak, save your strength, I'll get you some water."
She ran over to the water bucket, and using all the strength she had, she dragged it across the floor to her son.
"Here Sojiro, swallow this water, it will help you."
A little water dribbled down his chin, but she felt he had gotten a good amount down his throat.
Just then the little red head ran into the small house.
"Shinta! Your brother is still alive!"
"Oh mother that is good news!"
"Shinta? Where is the medicine?"
"Oh mother! There was no one left in town! They all died, or ran away."
"So we are alone."
There was a silence, until Sojiro spoke.
HE spoke his last words to his six-year-old brother.
"Not alone, pray Kenshin, you. must. pray.
Who is Kenshin?? His mother thought.
Shinta looked at his older brother, then he bowed his head, and folded his hands, and whispered, "IF there is anyone who can hear, please deliver us from this trouble."
He looked up and his brother was still, his eyes were closed. If he was breathing it was very faint.
The poor mother could not take this any longer, she kissed little Shinta on the top of his head, and whispered, I'm sorry, I will not lose you too, you must get away from here, after you have taken care of your brother's body, I haven't the strength to do it. Goodbye, Shinta."
And with that she walked away.
Kenshin sat stunned for a moment, then he realized what was happening, Mummy was leaving!
He bolted up and ran out the door to see her walking off towards the woods.
"NO! Mama wait! Don't leave me!"
Yuki turned around tears on her face, she whispered, "I'm sorry my son, I cannot stay, I loved you the best, goodbye Shinta."
Then she turned around and walked away.
Shinta broke down and cried.
He rolled up in a ball and rocked back and forth, crying, screaming.
All that had happened in the past months came into his head, and he relived it all, and just kept crying.
His crying kept his older brother awake, and if his older brother had fallen asleep, he would have died.
As it was, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
But he tried to speak.
He did manage to make a sort of croaky sound, but his little brothers crying drowned it out.
So he listened to his brother's cries, and waited for him to stop crying, and come inside.
When he did, his older brother croaked out, "Shin.ta."
Shinta ran over to his brother, and felt his chest for a heart beat.
It was there, but VERY faint.
"Sojiro! Your alive!"
A smile lit up the little boys face; Shinta immediately got him some water, and carefully dripped it into his mouth so he wouldn't choke.
Then he went to where food was stored, and he started to cook some rice in a lot of water.
In the mean time he talked non-stop to his brother, just in case.
When he figured the rice had cooked long enough he took the pot over to his brother's bed, and fed him the extra water drip by drip, then he hungrily devoured the partially cooked rice.
He fell asleep still talking to his brother.
He awoke to gentle hands picking him up.
He was a small child, and he did look more like a four year old than anything, however this person was trying to take him away from his brother.
"No!" he shrieked, and immediately started kicking and screaming.
"Shhh, y you'll wake your brother, come out side with me." A soft feminine voice said.
"No, put me down." Kenshin said, in stubborn little kid form.
"I'm not going to hurt you, or your brother, but you need to get out of the house, so we can take care of him."
By then they were outside.
The lady put him down under a tree near the house.
"You mean you want to help?"
"Yes, we want to help, we won't hurt him, but you need to stay out here, if you want us to help him."
So Shinta sat under the tree and moped.
The lady left him there and went inside the house, and he wanted to know why she could go in the house but he couldn't.
So he walked over to the door and looked in, and there was the lady, holding a knife, about to cut into his brother.
There was a doctor there too; he was mixing something in a cup, probably poison.
"No! What are you doing! You'll kill him!"
"Shinta" a groggy voice said. "Let the doctors do their job, they aren't trying to kill me."
"But Sojiro!"
"Go Shinta, they are trying to help, go back outside."
Shinta turned and stomped off to the tree to brood.
A while later, a little girl with dark hair, and big honey brown eyes walked up to him and said. "You're the little boys that lives here?"
"Yeah" Shinta said without looking up.
"Well my mommy says you need to come eat."
"Is your mommy the mean lady who's going to kill my brother with that knife?"
"No, that's my auntie, and she is the nicest person in the world, she would never hurt anyone! Come eat, your too skinny."
"Fine"
And with that Shinta got up, and stalked off after the little girl.
Supper was good; he had to admit it did feel good to eat something other than plain rice that was either over cooked, or undercooked.
Then he went and sat under the tree again, a little happier.
He didn't stay that way long though.
Soon the lady and the doctor walked out of the little house whispering and shaking their heads.
Shinta got up and ran to them.
"Is my brother better?" he asked hopefully.
"Shinta, we have done everything we could think of to help your brother. I'm sorry to say, I don't think he'll be able o get better, there is a good chance he will die."
"But you said you'd help him!"
Listen Shinta we have other patients to tend to, patients that have more of a chance, Will leave someone here with him, but you have to come with us, because you can't look after yourself."
"No! I'm staying with my brother!"
"Hanya, Gensai, please take this child to the wagon immediately."
Two strong men came out from inside the house and picked up Shinta and carried him away, screaming and kicking.
When they got to the wagon he tried to run away, but they caught him, and tied his hands and feet together with rope.
And there he sat, in the wagon.
Until, he found something he could do with out his hands or feet.
He started yelling and screaming and crying.
Piercingly ranting about how unfair it was that they were taking him away from his brother, and how he had been taking care of himself, and how they were liars because they had said they would help his brother.
This went on until one of those big men came into the wagon, and stuck a bunch of cloth in his mouth.
And there he sat, in utter silence. He felt completely helpless.
Silent tears rolled down his cheek, and he sang a song his mama used to sing to him as a lullaby.
And as he sang, he fell into darkness, calm peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Well, this is the first really sad thing I have ever 'TRIED' to write.
One of my friends read it, and they actually laughed.
Any way I was in a super pooper of a mood of badness when I wrote this and I don't know if there will be any more.
But, maybe, just maybe, there will be more. I hope. I kinda like this story.
Even if you might need a box of tissues for it.
Boohoo.
Lol, too much talking.
If you read this, you should read the other, happier fanfics.
Well toodles!
~*Byeeez*~ ~*Pzanna*~