Ch. 3
I do not own Rurouni Kenshin! HOWEVER! Lol! I would absolutely LOVE IT! If people would review this! And I am sorry if it's sad. oh well! EYORE! EYORE WOULD LOVE THIS STORY! It is like a storm cloud follows Kenshin around his whole life and only rains on him! Lol! Well have fun reading the story! REVIEW IT!
Shinta was numb.
He could not believe what he had seen.
Those people.
They had all died.
Those men had killed them all.
He couldn't believe it.
They had gave up their lives for him.
And now he had no one.
He was going to die, in a matter of seconds.
He hadn't ever found his mother, or his brother, or megumi.
He had failed to bring his family together.
And now he was going to die.
How could so many bad things happen to him?
Was he like a troubles, and trauma magnet?
He decided that he didn't really have a reason to live.
All that would happen was that for the rest of his life bad things would happen to him.
But.. those women. they had all gave up their lives so that he could have his.
He couldn't let their lives be wasted like that.
But there wasn't any thing he could do.
The man was going to kill him.
He just sat their anticipating the blow.
He heard a sword unsheath.
And he heard a sword swing through the air.
He flinched expecting it to hit him.
But it didn't.
Hold up!
He was still alive?
How did that happen?
He didn't turn around, but he could tell there was a man standing behind him.
He must be the one who had killed all the bandits.
He hadn't been there before.
He definitely wasn't one of the mercenaries that had killed off all of his friends.
"Then the man said "Your pretty unlucky, kid. Since the coming of the Black Ships two years ago the Bakufu's system of keeping the public peace has broken down. Around here there's a lot of degenerate ronin turned bandits. I just happened to be here to take your revenge for you.
Shinta just sat there, not even looking at this man.
" No matter how much you hate or how much you suffer, you can't bring the dead back to life. The same thing is happening all over Japan these days. You should be glad to be alive. If you go to the village and tell them what happened, they'll find some way for you to make a living. "
Shinta couldn't move, he just sat there as the man walked away.
After he sat, and thought about what the man had said, and all that had happened that day, and all of his life.
*he said that I can't bring the dead to life.. But, I can still give them some peace *
So Shinta set about, digging graves for all those people.
It was a kinda messy job, and a little unpleasant, but Shinta thought, * I would want someone to do this for me, even if it was unpleasant*
And he did that all day long, and all through the night.
And then he came to the bodies of the three women who had died for him.
He looked around frantically for some nice stones for them.
Eventually he did some stones.
He buried them, and placed the three stones over them.
* Miss Kasumi, Miss Akane and Miss Sakura.*
He sat there, and thought about all they had said, about how he had to live so that he could choose his own life.
But how could he do that?
He was all by himself, and he didn't know where to go or what to do, and he didn't know anyone.
Except for that man, but he had left, and just said to go to the village.
Shinta couldn't do that, he'd just cause those people problems too.
As he sat their pondering this, that man from before came up behind him.
And he began a polite conversation.
"You dug graves not just for your parents but for the bandits too?"
Shinta figured that this man wasn't gonna leave him alone, so he decided he might as well answer his questions.
" They weren't my parents. They were slavers. My parents died last year of cholera. But even bandits and slavers are only bodies when they die . . . so I made them graves."
"These three stones?"
The man questioned him further.
Shinta sighed and continued.
" Miss Kasumi, Miss Akane and Miss Sakura. They were taken from their families because of debts. I only met them the day before, but I was the only boy and we didn't have any parents. I thought even if it cost me my life, I had to protect them. "
"But . . ."
" I looked for good stones for their graves but these were the only ones I could find. I looked for flowers too, but I couldn't find any . . ."
The man uncorked the sake bottle and poured some over the three stones.
As if explaining his actions the man said: "Man or woman, it would be a shame to attain Buddhahood without knowing the taste of good sake. It's an offering from me. What's your name, boy?"
"Shinta . . ."
"That's no name for a swordsman. From now on, you're called Kenshin. I'll teach you all I know."
*did he just rename me?*
Well, apparently Shinta was supposed to follow this man, so up he got, and followed after him.
The man was tall, and he had long black hair in a pony tail, and he wore a huge white coat with red collars.
Shinta later learned that his name was Hiko.
But this information was pretty useless to poor lil Shinta, because he couldn't call him Hiko, he had to call him Shishou.
Hiko took him back to his home in the mountains, and there he began to train little Shinta in his sword style, the Hiten Mitsurugi.
At first this was very hard for poor little shinta, who had, in his young life, really only done a lot of running around, and walking.
Now he had to do all sorts of crazy exercises, and practice swinging swords, and such.
Still, he was very happy, and nothing bad had happened to him since that day. If you didn't count the numerous bruises he received from all this practice.
He didn't pray to find his family any more.
What Hiko had said still rung in his ears.
"No matter how much you hate or how much you suffer, you can't bring the dead back to life."
Did this not also apply to all his praying? No matter how much he prayed bad things kept happening to him, and he still didn't have his family back, and he never would, because praying is just talking to yourself and willing something to happen.
So kenshin was done with the whole praying business, and he concentrated fully on his training with Hiko- I mean Shishou.
Well, that's all I got so far! I hope you all like it! I love updating stories! because people always review! And then I can update again! Because, I guess I don't really have much motivation to update a story if no one says a word about it! It's like no one even read it! But people reviewed for this one! I love you all!
I hope you guys read all my other stories too! ::wink::
Byeeeez!
~*PZANNA*~
I do not own Rurouni Kenshin! HOWEVER! Lol! I would absolutely LOVE IT! If people would review this! And I am sorry if it's sad. oh well! EYORE! EYORE WOULD LOVE THIS STORY! It is like a storm cloud follows Kenshin around his whole life and only rains on him! Lol! Well have fun reading the story! REVIEW IT!
Shinta was numb.
He could not believe what he had seen.
Those people.
They had all died.
Those men had killed them all.
He couldn't believe it.
They had gave up their lives for him.
And now he had no one.
He was going to die, in a matter of seconds.
He hadn't ever found his mother, or his brother, or megumi.
He had failed to bring his family together.
And now he was going to die.
How could so many bad things happen to him?
Was he like a troubles, and trauma magnet?
He decided that he didn't really have a reason to live.
All that would happen was that for the rest of his life bad things would happen to him.
But.. those women. they had all gave up their lives so that he could have his.
He couldn't let their lives be wasted like that.
But there wasn't any thing he could do.
The man was going to kill him.
He just sat their anticipating the blow.
He heard a sword unsheath.
And he heard a sword swing through the air.
He flinched expecting it to hit him.
But it didn't.
Hold up!
He was still alive?
How did that happen?
He didn't turn around, but he could tell there was a man standing behind him.
He must be the one who had killed all the bandits.
He hadn't been there before.
He definitely wasn't one of the mercenaries that had killed off all of his friends.
"Then the man said "Your pretty unlucky, kid. Since the coming of the Black Ships two years ago the Bakufu's system of keeping the public peace has broken down. Around here there's a lot of degenerate ronin turned bandits. I just happened to be here to take your revenge for you.
Shinta just sat there, not even looking at this man.
" No matter how much you hate or how much you suffer, you can't bring the dead back to life. The same thing is happening all over Japan these days. You should be glad to be alive. If you go to the village and tell them what happened, they'll find some way for you to make a living. "
Shinta couldn't move, he just sat there as the man walked away.
After he sat, and thought about what the man had said, and all that had happened that day, and all of his life.
*he said that I can't bring the dead to life.. But, I can still give them some peace *
So Shinta set about, digging graves for all those people.
It was a kinda messy job, and a little unpleasant, but Shinta thought, * I would want someone to do this for me, even if it was unpleasant*
And he did that all day long, and all through the night.
And then he came to the bodies of the three women who had died for him.
He looked around frantically for some nice stones for them.
Eventually he did some stones.
He buried them, and placed the three stones over them.
* Miss Kasumi, Miss Akane and Miss Sakura.*
He sat there, and thought about all they had said, about how he had to live so that he could choose his own life.
But how could he do that?
He was all by himself, and he didn't know where to go or what to do, and he didn't know anyone.
Except for that man, but he had left, and just said to go to the village.
Shinta couldn't do that, he'd just cause those people problems too.
As he sat their pondering this, that man from before came up behind him.
And he began a polite conversation.
"You dug graves not just for your parents but for the bandits too?"
Shinta figured that this man wasn't gonna leave him alone, so he decided he might as well answer his questions.
" They weren't my parents. They were slavers. My parents died last year of cholera. But even bandits and slavers are only bodies when they die . . . so I made them graves."
"These three stones?"
The man questioned him further.
Shinta sighed and continued.
" Miss Kasumi, Miss Akane and Miss Sakura. They were taken from their families because of debts. I only met them the day before, but I was the only boy and we didn't have any parents. I thought even if it cost me my life, I had to protect them. "
"But . . ."
" I looked for good stones for their graves but these were the only ones I could find. I looked for flowers too, but I couldn't find any . . ."
The man uncorked the sake bottle and poured some over the three stones.
As if explaining his actions the man said: "Man or woman, it would be a shame to attain Buddhahood without knowing the taste of good sake. It's an offering from me. What's your name, boy?"
"Shinta . . ."
"That's no name for a swordsman. From now on, you're called Kenshin. I'll teach you all I know."
*did he just rename me?*
Well, apparently Shinta was supposed to follow this man, so up he got, and followed after him.
The man was tall, and he had long black hair in a pony tail, and he wore a huge white coat with red collars.
Shinta later learned that his name was Hiko.
But this information was pretty useless to poor lil Shinta, because he couldn't call him Hiko, he had to call him Shishou.
Hiko took him back to his home in the mountains, and there he began to train little Shinta in his sword style, the Hiten Mitsurugi.
At first this was very hard for poor little shinta, who had, in his young life, really only done a lot of running around, and walking.
Now he had to do all sorts of crazy exercises, and practice swinging swords, and such.
Still, he was very happy, and nothing bad had happened to him since that day. If you didn't count the numerous bruises he received from all this practice.
He didn't pray to find his family any more.
What Hiko had said still rung in his ears.
"No matter how much you hate or how much you suffer, you can't bring the dead back to life."
Did this not also apply to all his praying? No matter how much he prayed bad things kept happening to him, and he still didn't have his family back, and he never would, because praying is just talking to yourself and willing something to happen.
So kenshin was done with the whole praying business, and he concentrated fully on his training with Hiko- I mean Shishou.
Well, that's all I got so far! I hope you all like it! I love updating stories! because people always review! And then I can update again! Because, I guess I don't really have much motivation to update a story if no one says a word about it! It's like no one even read it! But people reviewed for this one! I love you all!
I hope you guys read all my other stories too! ::wink::
Byeeeez!
~*PZANNA*~