A/N: Ok, well here goes my attempt at story # 2. It was co-written by my
friend Maddy who has a much better sense of humor than I do,
hence.........well.......the fact that it's categorized as
......well.......humor. This first chapter might not be too funny,
but....muhahaha.....the other chapters will be. Also, please keep in mind
that this is an Alternate Universe fic as well. Modern times, etc. Of
course, the setting doesn't really matter as long as you don't let that
detail bother you. Also, the title will, I can say this with certainty,
not make too much sense until the chapters to come......sorry, long
author's note. Perhaps to *cough* torture you people even more *cough* I
will get my friend Maddie to also write an author's note.....*evil laugh*
anyway, please read and DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES FORGET OR NEGLECT TO
REVIEW IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. Ahem. Sorry. Now, on with the fic....
Oh, yeah.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN RUROUNI KENSHIN OR ANY OF tHE CHARACTERS. I simply torture them. Otherwise, I would be rich and they would not hate me.
Kenshin: I hate you.
Me: See? More proof...
Chapter 1
Yellow and red flames leapt from the roof and windows of the small gray house, giving the night sky a ghostly glow. Kenshin Himura watched his home burn from across the street, while the shadows played over his purple eyes. Firefighters were rushing towards it with hoses, while an ambulance had just arrived and Kenshin watched the drivers carefully loading into it the badly burned body of Hiko Seijuro, Kenshin's uncle.
Quietly, Kenshin turned around amid the roar of the flames and the shouts of firefighters and onlookers and walked away. As Kenshin rounded the corner at the end of the block the sounds of the fire grew faint. He slumped down against a brick wall, violet eyes unreadable except for small amber flecks floating in them. He looked down at his right hand, in which he held something...a piece of wood...no. A sword. Kenshin's mind recalled hazy images of his uncle teaching him how to use a wooden sword when he was smaller.
'Kenshin, you baka deshi! stand up staight, and move your feet farther apart. How am I supposed to teach a student the Hitten Mitsurugi style if he can't even hold his sword out straight?' 'But, uncle...' protested a six-year-old Kenshin. 'Listen, baka deshi, if you talk back one more time I will make you go buy me some sake...!'
Remembering, Kenshin smiled slightly, then sighed. Hiko collected real swords, and displayed them in the dojo where he taught kendo, though currently he didn't have any other students. Kenshin remembered the day before the fire, clearer than this actual day itself. His uncle had shown him a new sword he had bought, a sakabatou...it was extremely valuable because it was old...probably from the bakumatsu, even, and it had a reverse blade...something that you never saw. Kenshin had been very interested for reasons he himself didn't know, and Hiko had given...GIVEN the sword to him. This was the sword that he was clutching in his hand...the first thing he had grabbed to smash out his window, escaping the raging fire. Carefully, Kenshin took the sword in both hands, looking at the hilt. He wondered if he could draw the sword, if it's blade was still sharp enough to kill...Kenshin shook his head, trying to clear it of those sudden thoughts.
It was his fault. The fire started because of him. He was trying to swing a wooden sword fast enough to put out candle flames, but had accidentally knocked over one of the candles. Before he even realized he had done so, the place was ablaze and he had grabbed the sword and jumped out the window...
'Hiko is going to be so pissed...if he lives through those burns...it's all my fault. I really don't know what I'm going to do, or what's going to happen to me now.'
Kenshin looked down at the sword in his lap again. Very slowly, he pulled on the hilt until there ws enough of the blade reflecting the moonligt that he could see a sliver of his face. He looked closer and almost gasped with surprise. He looked again at the blade and it reflected a pair of wide purple eyes. For a moment, he could have sworn he saw a pair of haunting amber eyes. Insane...hunted...hurt...angry...all at the same time. Kenshin slowly stood and tucked the sword into his belt. He sighed and stuck his hands his pockets, producing some loose change. He sighed again, and began talking aloud, to the empty night.
"Hiko was my only living relative...well...is, i guess...so where do I go from here? I really don't want to be taken in by the police...they might ask me how the fire started and uncle would get in trouble if they found out he had given me a sword, since I'm underage...maybe i can call up one of the guys and see if i can hang out with them, just for a couple of days or so until i figure out what I'm going to do..."
Kenshin Himura was seen as a solitary figure, alone and carrying a sword, seemingly searching for someone or something...searching for a payphone.
.........
OK, so it was a bit short....please say if you like it, because the next chapter si already written out....O_o
So, without further rambling on my opart, I shall say this:
PLEASE REVIEW ^_^
Oh, yeah.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN RUROUNI KENSHIN OR ANY OF tHE CHARACTERS. I simply torture them. Otherwise, I would be rich and they would not hate me.
Kenshin: I hate you.
Me: See? More proof...
Chapter 1
Yellow and red flames leapt from the roof and windows of the small gray house, giving the night sky a ghostly glow. Kenshin Himura watched his home burn from across the street, while the shadows played over his purple eyes. Firefighters were rushing towards it with hoses, while an ambulance had just arrived and Kenshin watched the drivers carefully loading into it the badly burned body of Hiko Seijuro, Kenshin's uncle.
Quietly, Kenshin turned around amid the roar of the flames and the shouts of firefighters and onlookers and walked away. As Kenshin rounded the corner at the end of the block the sounds of the fire grew faint. He slumped down against a brick wall, violet eyes unreadable except for small amber flecks floating in them. He looked down at his right hand, in which he held something...a piece of wood...no. A sword. Kenshin's mind recalled hazy images of his uncle teaching him how to use a wooden sword when he was smaller.
'Kenshin, you baka deshi! stand up staight, and move your feet farther apart. How am I supposed to teach a student the Hitten Mitsurugi style if he can't even hold his sword out straight?' 'But, uncle...' protested a six-year-old Kenshin. 'Listen, baka deshi, if you talk back one more time I will make you go buy me some sake...!'
Remembering, Kenshin smiled slightly, then sighed. Hiko collected real swords, and displayed them in the dojo where he taught kendo, though currently he didn't have any other students. Kenshin remembered the day before the fire, clearer than this actual day itself. His uncle had shown him a new sword he had bought, a sakabatou...it was extremely valuable because it was old...probably from the bakumatsu, even, and it had a reverse blade...something that you never saw. Kenshin had been very interested for reasons he himself didn't know, and Hiko had given...GIVEN the sword to him. This was the sword that he was clutching in his hand...the first thing he had grabbed to smash out his window, escaping the raging fire. Carefully, Kenshin took the sword in both hands, looking at the hilt. He wondered if he could draw the sword, if it's blade was still sharp enough to kill...Kenshin shook his head, trying to clear it of those sudden thoughts.
It was his fault. The fire started because of him. He was trying to swing a wooden sword fast enough to put out candle flames, but had accidentally knocked over one of the candles. Before he even realized he had done so, the place was ablaze and he had grabbed the sword and jumped out the window...
'Hiko is going to be so pissed...if he lives through those burns...it's all my fault. I really don't know what I'm going to do, or what's going to happen to me now.'
Kenshin looked down at the sword in his lap again. Very slowly, he pulled on the hilt until there ws enough of the blade reflecting the moonligt that he could see a sliver of his face. He looked closer and almost gasped with surprise. He looked again at the blade and it reflected a pair of wide purple eyes. For a moment, he could have sworn he saw a pair of haunting amber eyes. Insane...hunted...hurt...angry...all at the same time. Kenshin slowly stood and tucked the sword into his belt. He sighed and stuck his hands his pockets, producing some loose change. He sighed again, and began talking aloud, to the empty night.
"Hiko was my only living relative...well...is, i guess...so where do I go from here? I really don't want to be taken in by the police...they might ask me how the fire started and uncle would get in trouble if they found out he had given me a sword, since I'm underage...maybe i can call up one of the guys and see if i can hang out with them, just for a couple of days or so until i figure out what I'm going to do..."
Kenshin Himura was seen as a solitary figure, alone and carrying a sword, seemingly searching for someone or something...searching for a payphone.
.........
OK, so it was a bit short....please say if you like it, because the next chapter si already written out....O_o
So, without further rambling on my opart, I shall say this:
PLEASE REVIEW ^_^