*Kenjii Himura hates his father with a passion…never there for him or his mother; leaving them on their own…A murderer-the Buttosai-Kenjii will never be like his father-never…
But sooner or later, the past comes back to haunt you-and, as Kenjii learns, the past is not something you can run from; nor is it simply a distant memory to be buried…And in Kenjii's case-history is known to repeat itself…
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Hey all; well, RK and any characters in regards to the RK universe are not my own save for Mitsoku, Oya and other original characters I creaed :D Hope you all enjoy this story-and please R&R, feel free to say anything and everything; I LOVE critique! :D
Also; here is a basic key code for thoughts, dreams etc, as half the time Italics wont show up in my story…
' ' -Thoughts
" " -Speech
**** or Bold Italic-Memories; dreams etc
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"He is a beautiful child Kaoru that he is…" Kenshin smiled proudly at the tiny bundle in his loves arms. Kaoru smiled tiredly in response; exhausted after the birth of their newest family member-their son Kenjii Himura.
"Yeah busu-guess we all know he doesn't get his look from you! Ha ha!" Yahiko bellowed, receiving a deathly stare from Kaoru; and a knock over the head from Sano.
"Watch it Yahiko-chan!-Little Missy's been through a lot…" Sano trailed off, holding one very annoyed Yahiko by the scruff of his collar.
"Don't call me chan!!!" He cried out, obviously forgetting the sleeping new arrival.
"Yahiko! I suggest you and that Chicken head take this outside if you wont have enough respect for Kaoru and Kenjii-he is trying to sleep and Kaoru should be resting too…All of you out!" Megumi ushered the still fighting Sano and Yahiko out the door; shutting it quietly behind her as to give Kenshin and Kaoru some peace.
"It seems Miss Megumi has everything settled that she does." Kenshin smiled as he heard Sano give a yell of pain; obviously after receiving an ear twisting curtesy of Megumi.
"Kenshin…"
He turned to look at his wife, who now had tears in her beautiful sapphire eyes.
He hurried over; wrapping a protective arm around his beloved, kissing her perfectly smooth cheek.
"I love you Kenshin…"
"I love you too Kaoru…"
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…Kenjii, after feeling Mitsoku's presence leave the dojo, turned towards his mothers bedroom; his hand firm as he slid the door open…
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From amidst the darkness-an assassin-unmatched in his skill; his blade a deadly extension of his soul… watched softly.
'So this is the Hitokiri Buttosai's wife…? Interesting choice…'The one woman that had been with the Buttosai to the end…the woman who now; was wanted dead…Of course, his employers name had remained shrouded in secrecy; but this did not cause a problem…The simple truth was, his employer had wanted the best-and he; Oya Shibono-first assassin of the extinguished Mayo'naka Kage-was exactly that.
From his place beside her futon, he gave a dark sneer; taking in the pathetic sight before him.
She was tiny; her frame frail and hunched over, whimpering in her sleep-obviously the victim of a disturbing darkened dream. Her face was a deathly pale, stained with tears, her brow furrowed; altogether presenting a pitiful picture. He gave a self-satisfied smirk. Ordinarily he preferred a challenge, something to bring his blood-lust to it's full potency; but…Title of the Mayo'naka Kage or no-he was still a killer to the core of his being…Men, women, and children had felt the swift, burning soul of his blade without little to no resistance; this kill would be no exception…
Silver eyes narrowed in the darkness, the very essence of a killer lurking with their depths; tainted blood ready to cause an innocent flow with a single unsheathing of his prized Katana…
'Mourn for you're husband no more dear lady…for you will surely meet in hell…'Letting the blood lust rise within him, he closed his metallic eyes; enriching himself with feel of the blade Slicing through the air with the grace and swiftness of a silver dragon. The darkness making way for the deathly sharpened blade, its soul reaching out towards another; aiming to gracefully slice the delicate throat of Kaoru Himura. Smiling; he waited to hear the satisfying gasp that his target would give as she gave her last breaths of life up to swift death…
It never came.
Sensing another energy-he turned sharply; his eyes snapping open in a silver flash just in time to block an upward swing directed at his throat.
'So that's what happened…Looks like I'll have to kill whoever this is too.'
He thought in disgust, taking in the sight juts visible by the pale moonlight that filtered through his targets window. Whoever he was had managed to slink in unnoticed and block the blow directed towards his targets exposed throat; before turning it into an up sweeping attack that would have conjoined painfully (if not fatally) to his throat.
Still locked together in a blocked defence; he felt his mind click in recognition as he beheld his attacker.
'Well well…Buttosai's son…what a pleasure….'
He felt a sadistic grin pull at his mouth, taking note of the fiery, unkempt red hair; the piercing violet eyes and the stocky, yet surprisingly tall build before him.
'Hm-lets see if you truly have the blood of the Buttosai within you boy…'"Get…out."
He grinned as Kenjii's icy voice broke the silence; his mother's Shinai clutched in hand; obviously from the wall above his mother's futon.
"Not now Musuko no Chichi… I have a job to do-as you can no doubt guess…" He laughed hollowly, turning his head lazily in the direction of Kaoru Himura. "Of course-killing is my sport…so I see no harm in a little…indulgence." His silver eyes flashed murderously in Kenjii's direction; the familiar taste of blood lust entering his veins yet again; stronger than before.
Kenjii watched silently, bokken in hand waiting for this assassin to make his move. His mind on edge; feeling the anger boil through his blood at the thought of anybody even attempting to hurt his mother…But-this assassin was unlike anyone Kenjii had ever met…Somehow he had entirely blocked off his ki-leaving nothing but an emptiness; an emptiness that was both confusing and just the tiniest bit unnerving.
How could he have completely hidden his ki?! I thought it was impossible-!"It were as though he had no life, no soul…
Shades of violet ice glinted against silver in the darkness, assessing the enemy with a heated anger.
Giving a small smile, he took a teasing step backwards. He was going to have a lot of fun killing this boy…He cast one last lazy glance at his target-she was hardly in the state to go anywhere; she hadn't even woken up yet; she would be here when he killed her son…
Dropping his katana lazily by his side, he grinned hungrily and turned towards the large window he had made his entrance through only moments before hand.
"I trust you will enjoy this fight if you want you're mother to live Musuko no Chichi…"
He gave a maniacal laugh as he leapt out the window, waiting for Kenjii to follow.
'Musuko no Chichi…Father son…'Kenjii thought, upon hearing those words a second time…feeling the hate run through him.
I am Not my fathers son!'He thought with vengeance, as he went to chase after the assassin who had leapt out the window. He turned defensively as he felt a hand grab his hagana sleeve.
"Don't go Kenjii…"
He heard his mother whimper in her sleep; obviously heavily caught up in a nightmare.
"Mother…" he whispered softly, before placing her hand by her side.
"Im sorry mother." He said with a final whisper, leaping out of the window and after the assassin; he readied himself for the battle that was to follow…
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