Chp.3
The months went by. Hiko and Tara got up every mornming at four and trained the little red head. He was pretty good already, and his RyuTsui Sen was near perfection. Well, the fact was that it was the only attack they had worked on for three months proved how good he was. Well, Hiko said he was moving to slowly, but Tara told him it took her half a year to learn the technique and she was older than him.
Right now Kenshin sat on a picnic blanket while Hiko and Tara were in another one of their heated arguments about-you guessed it-Kenshin. Hiko complained that the kid was too small and slow. Tara said that he was only small because he was five and that he was faster than Seijiro anyday. That's when the argument ensued.
Kenshin slurped at his tea and sat it down to take another bite of the sandwich that Tara had made for him. "I never wanna grow up," He thought as he chewed. "Grown-ups are weird, that they are." He picked up his tea and finished the last of his glass. "They think kids are immature. I'm the only one BEING mature right now. Jeez," Kenshin muttered and poored himself another glass of tea.
Even after he finished his lunch, the argument still went on. So, feeling annoyed, Kenshin decided to take a walk. His ears were ringing by their powerful voices by now anyways. He slowly slipped away unnoticed, grabbing his sword and holding it over his shoulder.
~~~~~~~~
Kenshin walked through the woods till he found a small lake. It was under a bunch of willow trees and surrounded by flowers. He stared at it and thought back to the slave woman who helped him.
"Shinta…Shinta…You must survive…" The words echoed through his little mind again. He closed his eyes, sighed, and opened them again.
"Why is living so important anyways?" He asked himself out loud. "I mean, You're dying the moment your born so why care so much? When those men killed her, I felt that they should die too. That's why I used the sword." He sat down on a patch of grass and pulled his sword from his sheath. "This one has not been stained with blood. Sweet blood…" When he realized what he said he shook his had side to side to knock it out of him.
Kenshin satayed there for awhile. He liked this spot. It was a little hidden spot just for him, keeping him hid from the world and all its horror. He went over to one of the trees and began to carve. He spoke as he carved. "K….E….N…S….H…I…N…S…Sp- S…P…O…T…. Kenshin's spot!" He smiled ear to ear. He had his own spot to go to when Hiko and Tara would argue and ignore him. "Now I have to make it affirmitive…how?" He thought for a moment, then cut his finger a little. He ran his finger down the letters, staining them with his blood. "There," He said. He stuck his finger in his mouth to stop the bleeding.
Kenshin felt the warm, bitter taste on his tounge. For some reason, it tasted really good… Blood tasted really interesting….and he liked the taste….
~~~~~~~~
He returned and found Hiko and Tara were gone. He looked up at the sun and realized how late it was. "Uh-oh…" He ran off toward Hiko's house. He was in trouble now. His master had told him specifically to never run off. He decided instead of taking the path, he'd take a shortcut through the field. That led right to his house, didn't it? Of course it did! Um…
~~~~~~~~~
Kenshin kept searching through the random pieces of the field. There was no telling where it ended, him being too small to see above it. It was practically twice his size. It was sunset and he still hadn't found his way out. He was lost…
"Hello?! Is anyone there?!!! HELP PLEASE! I'm lost!" He cried, begging for someone to hear. No answer came. He sat down in the middle of the field and began to cry. He'd be stuck there forever. What a stupid idea to go through the field!
"Remember to trust in yourself and everything around you. You are part of this land. Treat it respectfully and learn to learn from it. It can always take you where you want to go," Tara's words echoed into his mind. She had said that last month! He stopped crying and stood up. He shut his eyes and took in a deep breath. There was a way out. There had to be.
The wind blew back his red hair and loosened his light teal kimono shirt. He opened his violet eyes slowly and faced the direction the birds were heading. Tara would always feed them now! He began to follow them, the wind still blowing, swaying the field along with it. Stars began to sparkle in the evening light. He lost sight of the birds, but kept running. His senses told him to go that way.
He shoved his way through some more of the field and found himself rolling down a hill. Someone picked him up by the back of his shirt, that now kept falling over his skinny shoulder.
"Where have you been?" Hiko didn't sound upset, more agitated.
"MASTER!" Kenshin cried and wrapped his arms around his neck. "I made back!"
"Warriors don't hug, kid," Hiko pulled him off and set him down on his feet. "Why didn't you take the path?"
"Well, I wanted to get back faster so I wouldn't…worry anyone…" Kenshin looked at his feet and felt like he was being to kind hearted.
"Well, that didn't work, did it?" Hiko said, the sky finally darkening completely.
"No…" Kenshin felt his eyes well up with tears but refused to let them fall.
"Whatever, kid. Get your butt inside so that Tara can sew up that shirt.
"Yes master…" His whispered so that he wouldn't know of the tears. He scurried inside quickly, not looking back at him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This update was especially for my pal, Cecily, who I just found out read my story. She's in my drama class, and this was her first RK fanfic. I feel so proud of myself! Hope you're glad I updated Cecily! ^-^….CHIBI BUNNY HIEI!!!! (inside joke for readers who don't know…)