10/16/2003 KenshinHimura886 Disclaimer- I don't own Rurouni Kenshin or any
of its characters. So don't sue! - (A/N)- My first pitiful attempt at a
fanfic. Go easy on me! x_x No, wait.. I take that back. Don't go easy on
me! If it sucks, let me know what sucks about it! ^_^x
Kenji's Story
A young man was strolling along a paved path, with cherry blossom trees to either side. He had long red hair, tied up in a ponytail. He walked along with his head down, deep in thought, with a sullen look on his face. Kenji Himura was 16 years old and stood a lowly 5'6, with a lean frame to his body. He guessed that this was some sort of mysterious side effect that came from training with his master, Hiko Seijuro, learning the sword style of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, as his father had also done many years before. He looked around, taking in the beautiful scenery surrounding him. Pretty pink petals fluttered slowly to the ground, where they became part of the velvety carpet covering the long, winding pathway to town. Kenji breathed a small sigh as depression struck him.
"Kenshin, you baka.." he muttered under his breath, as he relived what little memories he had of his deceased father. "Instead of a father, all I have now is your sword.. that's great. Just great." he grumbled, his voice thick with sarcasm.
"Kenji!" a voice cried. The young samurai continued walking, with eyes downcast and once again deep in thought, oblivious to everything around him. "Kenji, wait up!" He jumped a bit as a hand touched his shoulder, and spun around, whipping out his sakaba. "Whoa there, Kenji-chan, it's only me."
"Yahiko? Jeez, don't sneak up on me like that! And don't call me chan!" Kenji said, feeling a bit embarrassed as he returned his sword to its sheath.
"I called out your name twice..you just weren't paying attention." Yahiko retorted, ignoring the last remark about chan. "You really need to be more alert, what if it was an enemy sneaking up on you? You know there could be people after you that don't like what your father has done, and they may choose to attack you for it."
"You're right, I'm sorry." Kenji sighed, as they resumed walking down the petal-strewn path. "It's just this road, and the trees.. they always remind me about my parents." He stopped for a moment, looking at the grassy field, overshadowed by trees, where Kenshin had died 4 years ago. His eyes began to water as he turned to Yahiko for support. "It's just not fair! Kenshin was such a great person, from what you've told me.. why did he have to die? And why didn't he spend time with his family, instead of travelling and helping others?"
Yahiko sighed, looking sympathetically at his friend and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Those are two pretty tough questions, Kenji-chan.. You can't expect anyone to live forever, death will claim them sooner or later. It should make you feel better knowing that at least he died happy, in Kaoru's arms. Besides, he wouldn't want you to be upset, ne?" he asked, and waited for a response.
"I.. well.. yeah, I guess you're right about that.." the young man replied, wiping away a tear.
"Of course I'm right about that! I'm always right!" Yahiko winked at Kenji, a playful smile present on his face. His mood quickly changed to one more serious, as he considered Kenji's second inquiry. "As for your other question, well...I've told you how Kenshin loved to help people. He wouldn't have been able to live with himself knowing that there are people out there that need aid, and not do anything about it. So that's why he went. The reason your father was always helping people..well, it was his way of atoning for killing Tomoe."
Kenji walked along in silence, contemplating his best friend's words. After a while, he stopped again, and looked up at his companion. "Yahiko?"
"Hm?" he replied briefly, looking over at Kenji.
"Thanks.. I don't know what I'd do without you, you've really helped alot with everything, since...well, you know."
"Hey, it's no problem. I know how tough it is to live without your parents.." Yahiko responded, sympathizing with his friend, since he had grown up without parents. "But you know, I think I might have to start charging you.." he trailed off, grinning at Kenji as the samurai punched his arm. "Ow! Hey, that hurt! Baka..." he muttered, rubbing his arm.
The two laughed together, exchanging insults as they again resumed walking down the winding path to town.
Kenji's Story
A young man was strolling along a paved path, with cherry blossom trees to either side. He had long red hair, tied up in a ponytail. He walked along with his head down, deep in thought, with a sullen look on his face. Kenji Himura was 16 years old and stood a lowly 5'6, with a lean frame to his body. He guessed that this was some sort of mysterious side effect that came from training with his master, Hiko Seijuro, learning the sword style of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, as his father had also done many years before. He looked around, taking in the beautiful scenery surrounding him. Pretty pink petals fluttered slowly to the ground, where they became part of the velvety carpet covering the long, winding pathway to town. Kenji breathed a small sigh as depression struck him.
"Kenshin, you baka.." he muttered under his breath, as he relived what little memories he had of his deceased father. "Instead of a father, all I have now is your sword.. that's great. Just great." he grumbled, his voice thick with sarcasm.
"Kenji!" a voice cried. The young samurai continued walking, with eyes downcast and once again deep in thought, oblivious to everything around him. "Kenji, wait up!" He jumped a bit as a hand touched his shoulder, and spun around, whipping out his sakaba. "Whoa there, Kenji-chan, it's only me."
"Yahiko? Jeez, don't sneak up on me like that! And don't call me chan!" Kenji said, feeling a bit embarrassed as he returned his sword to its sheath.
"I called out your name twice..you just weren't paying attention." Yahiko retorted, ignoring the last remark about chan. "You really need to be more alert, what if it was an enemy sneaking up on you? You know there could be people after you that don't like what your father has done, and they may choose to attack you for it."
"You're right, I'm sorry." Kenji sighed, as they resumed walking down the petal-strewn path. "It's just this road, and the trees.. they always remind me about my parents." He stopped for a moment, looking at the grassy field, overshadowed by trees, where Kenshin had died 4 years ago. His eyes began to water as he turned to Yahiko for support. "It's just not fair! Kenshin was such a great person, from what you've told me.. why did he have to die? And why didn't he spend time with his family, instead of travelling and helping others?"
Yahiko sighed, looking sympathetically at his friend and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Those are two pretty tough questions, Kenji-chan.. You can't expect anyone to live forever, death will claim them sooner or later. It should make you feel better knowing that at least he died happy, in Kaoru's arms. Besides, he wouldn't want you to be upset, ne?" he asked, and waited for a response.
"I.. well.. yeah, I guess you're right about that.." the young man replied, wiping away a tear.
"Of course I'm right about that! I'm always right!" Yahiko winked at Kenji, a playful smile present on his face. His mood quickly changed to one more serious, as he considered Kenji's second inquiry. "As for your other question, well...I've told you how Kenshin loved to help people. He wouldn't have been able to live with himself knowing that there are people out there that need aid, and not do anything about it. So that's why he went. The reason your father was always helping people..well, it was his way of atoning for killing Tomoe."
Kenji walked along in silence, contemplating his best friend's words. After a while, he stopped again, and looked up at his companion. "Yahiko?"
"Hm?" he replied briefly, looking over at Kenji.
"Thanks.. I don't know what I'd do without you, you've really helped alot with everything, since...well, you know."
"Hey, it's no problem. I know how tough it is to live without your parents.." Yahiko responded, sympathizing with his friend, since he had grown up without parents. "But you know, I think I might have to start charging you.." he trailed off, grinning at Kenji as the samurai punched his arm. "Ow! Hey, that hurt! Baka..." he muttered, rubbing his arm.
The two laughed together, exchanging insults as they again resumed walking down the winding path to town.