This is Nicky9, and I am writing once again for everyone. This fic is supposed to be a dark fic with adult themes, so if you are to young to read this, I suggest you not to read this. This is a pure angst. I know many of you won't be comfortable with a dark side of my mind, so please if you don't want to read it, then don't. I will take suggestions, comments, questions, etc. I just can't tolerate flames.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. I wish I did but I don't. : (
Death
Chapter Four
What is seen before death? That is the main question. Many fear death for they don't know what is held beyond that point. While others are willing to give their lives then rather live. Those who were enslaved, those who knew nothing but the horrors of rape, the horrors of abuse, were willing to die. Death was the ultimate key, for everyone in life must die. No one could run nor hide. They could not say prayers, without fear. Whoever feared death were the first ones to go.
Megumi bowed weaklessly over the limp, frail body. Checking to see if the bandages were tightly in placed over the openly fresh wounds, Megumi never noticed when a tall figure entered the room she was occupying. Her mind concentrated on her friend. Somehow, someway she had to keep her friend alive. Everyone depended on her survival. Kaoru never deserved what happened to her. She never deserved something this horrifying, this disastrous. What made it worse was that every time Kaoru awoken from her deep slumber, she suffered more encounters then before.
"How is she?" asked a voice behind Megumi. Her body jumped, her heart panicked, then her body stiffened. She hoped with all her heart that Battousai did not enter the room. Right now she could not deal with another attack from him again.
Turing around slowly to face her opponent, readying herself for self defense, she saw a tall, spiked hair figure watching her with an intensity so sharp. Light brown eyes mocked her, as they watched her every move.
"She's not fine," Megumi whispered, she looked back at her sleeping friend. "I am afraid from her last encounter with Battousai, left her completely drained. Her condition worsened to a point, where healing fully may be impossible in such environment from this one."
"What!" the voice yelled from finding out the real truth. So Battousai was the one who attacked Kaoru. He was the one, who left her lithe form on the floor, while he went out to kill once more. How much more must Kaoru suffer?
"Please Sano, leave her, let her rest in peace for the meantime being," whispered Megumi, as she got up from seat and walked over to Sanosuke. Lightly she rested her hand on his muscled arm, as if to calm the tension in him. "The only thing we could do right now is pray for a miracle."
"How could we pray at such a time like this? I have no time to pray, when innocent lives are being taken away, when there is so much bloodshed on the streets for no reason. The justice in this place would never prevail," answered Sano with a furious tone. His voice sounded so dark, so deadly. His aura alone spoke nothing but death.
"Yes you're right," said Megumi softly. "Right now we must find ways of stopping this war. We must find the ones who did this to Kaoru and make sure they pay with their very lives."
"I agree, I know someone who could help us with this situation," said Sano calmly now. He slowly laid his hand over Megumi's comforting hand, which rested on his shoulder. He leaned down to kiss her temple, before taking her hand gently and leading her out the room.
What is seen before death? No one knows in particular, except the only one who survived the concurrence. It is said that the person's life flashes before their eyes before departing from the world. It is said before dying, a bright light with an angel is sent from heaven to guide the person to the after life. Are any of these things true? Well, when there is a world filled with bloodshed, filled with death, all hope is lost forever. People live and suffer. They fear for their lives, for their family lives and the future. But maybe one could change the future. Maybe there is one who could change everything.
Kaoru breathed a painful breath into her lungs. Her heart thundered so loudly in the empty room. Her body ached, screamed to be relieved from the torturous pain. Her head ached; it felt like a thousand needles were pricking through her skull.
Slowly she got off her futon. Her body swayed from her own weight put on her weak knees. She placed both her hands on the wall, hoping to save herself from hitting the floor with a big thud. This was one place she didn't want to be anymore. This was one place, which almost got her killed. Her body tremble in fear, when she remembered her focus on the rumbling, flaming amber eyes that bored into her eyes. They saw into her very soul, whispered death to her, if she dared to disobey him. Within the depths of amber, it brought something in her already shattered mind, some part, which seemed to recognize the color. However, as fast it came, it went like it was never there before.
There has to be someway out of here. Her mind focused on one goal. She was determined to get out of this place as fast as she could before the strangers came back, threatening to take her life once more. If she survived from the rendezvous of death, then there had to be reason for it. There had to be reason why Kami-sama chose for her to be alive, when she should have died.
Tiptoeing, Kaoru tried not making a sound. Her bare feet were silent on the wooden floor as she walked down the long hallway reaching the outside yard. Once the door opened, the night beckoned her, as the cool breeze, blew gently across her face and body. The dimmed light of the stars gave her eyes a better view of the darkness. She held the side of the dojo walls for support, since her already weak body was about to give away.
The decision remained clear in her head. To survive and do whatever she needed, she had to go on the streets of this place to find out what was happening. Taking her time, she walked through the open gates of the dojo and left the place she did not remember so clearly.
Walking through the dreary streets of Tokyo in the middle of the night, she could not seem to find where she was heading for. The streets were bloody. Rotten flesh coursed the air. Not a sign of life walked the streets in the night. There was so much quiet, it looked like the town Kaoru found herself in was the town of dead.
Why did this place look so familiar to her? Yet why wouldn't her mind remember it so clearly? What happened to cause all of this? Her sapphire eyes widened in horror to find dead corpses lying at the sides of the dirty roads. Blood left it stains, marking it spot on the dirty road forever. Rotting flesh, decapitated skins, eyes bulging wide and lifeless. Not a flicker of sound or movement could be heard from the distance.
Kaoru felt something made it's way up her stomach through her sophisticate and out her mouth. Never did she felt so sick. Her stomach hurt so much, as she vomited on the street. Each dead corpse was branded on her soul forever. Her temples pounded with such furious speed, as her body swayed. Helplessly she fell on the floor, hoping something would happen, some miracle to happen, then to be one of the people found dead on the streets of Tokyo.
Who was responsible for all these deaths? Who could do such a thing to these people and not care? There were so many questions, yet no answers came. The only thing that may have answered her questions were the drips of blood, which could be heard from a distance.
Then all of a sudden out of nowhere, footsteps could be heard from a distance. A loud shriek pierced nothing but the silent air, as the footsteps came closer to Kaoru. Each one brought the sounding, the knowing that death was inevitable. Was this woman meant to die? Was she meant to die with this woman?
The footsteps rounded to where she fell to heap on the ground. Before her the woman stood. Her kimono was ripped, her flesh exposed with fresh blood running from fresh wounds. Her eyes spoke of terror as they landed on her. Her hair disheveled, her breathing coming out of short breaths. Croaky, her words came out her lips in a mere whisper, while tears fell from her eyes, falling to the floor, "Please help me."
Kaoru could do nothing but watch in fear. She was too weak to help the poor woman. "Please help me," the woman iterated again.
"I can't help you," Kaoru whispered back. Warm liquid started to fall from her eyes also. Each tears lucid, salty between her lips. She trembled, her heart swelled so much in remorse and pain for not being able to help the young woman because of her weakened condition.
The woman turned around and was about to run the other direction when a group of men stopped her from her tracks. Once again she screamed. It echoed through the air, trying to wake the dead, trying to find someone who would come to her aid, but no one came.
The men surrounded her, one by one on either side of her. They advanced slowly, making her scream, making her struggle more then she ever could. The woman's posture called for her to run, but before she get away, one man grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her side, while the other men did what they pleasured the most to her.
Her screams filled the air of the night, while through it all, Kaoru watched in horror.