Disclaimer: I still have managed to own nothing of any real importance.
Kenji: Wanna take a guess why? (Remo sends a small, unimportant worker to
go get a headstone made for Kenji and a spot in the nearest graveyard.)
*
The dig was supposed to last for another week but Kunio packed up his
things as soon as he got back to the hotel and carefully placed the letter
in a plastic bag which he then put in his carry-on bag.
After a quick call to the airport he was in a taxi, driving toward the Japanese Logan. An hour later he was on a flight back to Boston, Massachusetts.
Being the only one in first class he took the letter out of the bag with his laptop. Going on-line he typed in the name 'Kenshin Himura' in the search bar and clicked go. Hundreds of page links showed up but one in particular caught his eye.
The Japanese Revolution Killers, the link read. Wondering what that could have to do with anyone named Kenshin Himura he clicked on it.
An oil painting of a man with long red hair and amber eyes appeared on the screen. Underneath, the caption read, 'The Mysterious Battousai the Manslayer'.
"Battousai the manslayer?" Kunio wondered. "Could he have something to do with this?" *
Kenji Himura looked at the painting of his parents. It had been so many years since they had disappeared, leaving him in the care of Sanoske and Megumi Sagara. What had happened to them?
Next to their portrait was a picture of his daughter. He hadn't seen her in twenty years. He wondered if she was still alive. And what about his grandson?
Kenji sighed. He was an old fool, a very old fool. He didn't know why he was still alive, after all he was over a hundred, not that he looked it. But he figured he didn't have much time left and he wanted to see his grandson once before he died.
Even thought he may not have stayed in contact with his family, he had kept tabs on their whereabouts.
It would only take him a day to get to Boston. *
"Kenji," Kaoru whispered, a single crystal tear falling from her eye. It broke as it hit the ground.
"Don't cry, Kaoru," Kenshin said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "He wouldn't want you to be sad for him."
"He's become so old, but his hair is still red and he had few wrinkles," Kaoru said, leaning closer against Kenshin. "He doesn't know he immortal."
"If things work out," Kenshin said. "He will."
"If things work out," Kaoru echoed. *
Bajitu watched all three scenes taking place. It disgusted him so deeply it was beyond words. Those stupid emotions like love and compassion that they held so dear were disgusting.
"Soon," He whispered fiercely. "Soon everything will be black." *
Kunio: God, what is that crap?
Bajitu: I sound like a complete idiot! I demand that you re-write the entire script now!
Remo: You're all so picky.
Everyone: YES!
Remo: Don't care, please review! And a really big thank u to BarbaraSheridan PraiseDivineMercy for reviewing!
After a quick call to the airport he was in a taxi, driving toward the Japanese Logan. An hour later he was on a flight back to Boston, Massachusetts.
Being the only one in first class he took the letter out of the bag with his laptop. Going on-line he typed in the name 'Kenshin Himura' in the search bar and clicked go. Hundreds of page links showed up but one in particular caught his eye.
The Japanese Revolution Killers, the link read. Wondering what that could have to do with anyone named Kenshin Himura he clicked on it.
An oil painting of a man with long red hair and amber eyes appeared on the screen. Underneath, the caption read, 'The Mysterious Battousai the Manslayer'.
"Battousai the manslayer?" Kunio wondered. "Could he have something to do with this?" *
Kenji Himura looked at the painting of his parents. It had been so many years since they had disappeared, leaving him in the care of Sanoske and Megumi Sagara. What had happened to them?
Next to their portrait was a picture of his daughter. He hadn't seen her in twenty years. He wondered if she was still alive. And what about his grandson?
Kenji sighed. He was an old fool, a very old fool. He didn't know why he was still alive, after all he was over a hundred, not that he looked it. But he figured he didn't have much time left and he wanted to see his grandson once before he died.
Even thought he may not have stayed in contact with his family, he had kept tabs on their whereabouts.
It would only take him a day to get to Boston. *
"Kenji," Kaoru whispered, a single crystal tear falling from her eye. It broke as it hit the ground.
"Don't cry, Kaoru," Kenshin said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "He wouldn't want you to be sad for him."
"He's become so old, but his hair is still red and he had few wrinkles," Kaoru said, leaning closer against Kenshin. "He doesn't know he immortal."
"If things work out," Kenshin said. "He will."
"If things work out," Kaoru echoed. *
Bajitu watched all three scenes taking place. It disgusted him so deeply it was beyond words. Those stupid emotions like love and compassion that they held so dear were disgusting.
"Soon," He whispered fiercely. "Soon everything will be black." *
Kunio: God, what is that crap?
Bajitu: I sound like a complete idiot! I demand that you re-write the entire script now!
Remo: You're all so picky.
Everyone: YES!
Remo: Don't care, please review! And a really big thank u to BarbaraSheridan PraiseDivineMercy for reviewing!