~Meooow! Another chapter! Let me take the time to thank everyone for the
reviews! I would thank you all personally, but that would take way too
long, so on with the story. This is the thirteenth chapter, so I hope
you're not superstitious. ~
Chapter Thirteen: Crimson Tears
Yukimura sat at the riverside staring at his lonely reflection in the flowing water. Every detail from his ebony black hair hanging down his sides to his pale hand shaking as it held a glistening sliver knife in its grasp was illuminated in the water's depths. He had been like that for an hour or so now, wondering.......reminiscing about the dark past. In his mind he could see every gruesome detail fresh as though it was that horrible day. He could see what had happened to her.....to his beloved Natsume.........
"Yukimura...please......that's enough...... you've hurt him enough." She begged me, her small delicate hands wrapped around my arm in a desperate attempt to restrain me from beating the man I was supposed to 'take care of'.
She was too desperate and too weak. She could have never stopped me. I could barely hear her words through my victim's screams. All the blood must have been rushing to my head. I remember feeling the taste of cruelty on my tongue and I liked it. I remember when I could enjoy those screams, when they gave me pleasure.
"Natsume...get out of here! Stick to the plan!!" I had screamed shoving her roughly off of me, sending her flying to the dirty ground. We were in a dark alley way, in the dead of night. There was no one around, but us and our victim. It was all part of our plan, beating up this guy, distracting him long enough so that Natsume could do her work, stealing. But Natsume didn't want to do it anymore. She wasn't doing her part.
I remember her looking up at me, with those beautifully pale blue eyes so full of pain and betrayal. Her face was bleeding slightly and I looked down at my hand. Had I done that, I wondered. But it didn't matter right now. We were running out of time.
"Please! Stop it! Let's call off the plan. I can't stand to see anyone get killed. You promised it would never go this far. It's not worth it. We have enough already...please!" she pleaded with me. She was on her knees now, tears flowing from those enchanting eyes. I couldn't look away. She wanted out of the life we had created......she wanted out of the gang.
That was when the anger began to boil within me. Uncontrollable waves of rage echoed throughout me and I couldn't stand to look at her anymore. She looked so pathetic there, kneeling in that darkened alley, tears flowing down her face. That was when I turned on her.
"Damn you! You filthy bitch! Come one Natsume! This will be the last one! Think of how much we will get!" I must have been drunk...I had to have been. I don't think I would have ever called her that otherwise. She meant so much to me, and I never did show her that.
I roughly grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up to me. She turned away, tears glistening in the moonlight.
"No. You won't ever stop. You said you'd stop the time before this and the time before that. The truth is that you'll never stop. I don't know what'd happened to you. You're not the Yukimura that I love anymore. You're someone different. I have to leave now. I have to leave before I become a monster like you!"
My mind, already intoxicated, became even more enraged.
"What do you mean!? Do you think you can leave me!?" I screamed, my fury emerging in my fist as I beat her.
I remember hearing her screams...echoing so loudly, then softly fading away until all that was left was a dead silence, in the truest sense. Along with her heart...... my heart went silent too.
Yukimura cried out and buried his head in his hands, trying to get the horrible images out of his head. He bit his lip so hard that blood began to dribble down his chin. He knew that he should just do it now, before someone came along, but he was scared. He knew he deserved the pain, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was such a coward. His whole body trembling he bent down and grabbed the knife. Then he heard footsteps approaching. Someone was coming.
Yukimura turned to see Yahiko and a short man with long red hair and a cross-shaped scar. He froze. No, they couldn't come yet. He hadn't done it yet. He rose the knife a little higher, watching as the light reflected on its cruel blade.
"Yukimura? Don't do it!" Kenshin said, stepping towards him slightly.
"Who are you?" Yukimura said, his voice shaking.
"I am Kenshin Himura. You are Yukimura right?" Kenshin said slowly moving closer.
"Yeah, it's him." Yahiko said quietly.
Yukimura twitched when he heard Kenshin's name. So this was the man that had been chosen over him. He was probably here to tell him off for what he had done. He didn't care about that right now. All he wanted to do was sink this knife into himself.
"Stay away from me. I have to do this. Just please let me do this. This is the only way I can repent for my sins." Yukimura said, tears of anger forming in his eyes.
"It doesn't have to be like this. There are other ways. I know what you are going through." Kenshin said still moving closer.
"How could you possibly know?!" Yukimura screamed backing away from them.
Kenshin hung his head, letting his long bangs hang over his face and his voice became dark.
"You're wrong. I do know. Back in the bloodshed of the revolution there......was someone that I loved deeply. Her name was Tomoe. One night she came between me and my opponent. I couldn't stop my blade in time.....She died in my arms, her blood staining my hands. I can never forget that night that I took the life of the one that I loved. I know I can never take that back, but I can repent for those horrible sins by helping other people and protecting those who are weak. No matter what your crime, you can always repent. Killing yourself isn't the way."
Yahiko stared at Kenshin, his eyes widened with disbelief.
Yukimura shook his head, the tears dripping silently to the ground. "No. I can't go on anymore. I don't have anything to live for anymore. There's no point in going on anymore." He rose the knife so that it pointed directly at his heart. "This is for everyone I ever hurt!!"
Kenshin reached forward to stop him, but he was too late. Yukimura had already plunged it deep into his heart.
~.........I know...it's a little depressing.....but please....don't be mad.......I think story is nearing its end...which makes me really sad.....maybe a few more chapters....~
Chapter Thirteen: Crimson Tears
Yukimura sat at the riverside staring at his lonely reflection in the flowing water. Every detail from his ebony black hair hanging down his sides to his pale hand shaking as it held a glistening sliver knife in its grasp was illuminated in the water's depths. He had been like that for an hour or so now, wondering.......reminiscing about the dark past. In his mind he could see every gruesome detail fresh as though it was that horrible day. He could see what had happened to her.....to his beloved Natsume.........
"Yukimura...please......that's enough...... you've hurt him enough." She begged me, her small delicate hands wrapped around my arm in a desperate attempt to restrain me from beating the man I was supposed to 'take care of'.
She was too desperate and too weak. She could have never stopped me. I could barely hear her words through my victim's screams. All the blood must have been rushing to my head. I remember feeling the taste of cruelty on my tongue and I liked it. I remember when I could enjoy those screams, when they gave me pleasure.
"Natsume...get out of here! Stick to the plan!!" I had screamed shoving her roughly off of me, sending her flying to the dirty ground. We were in a dark alley way, in the dead of night. There was no one around, but us and our victim. It was all part of our plan, beating up this guy, distracting him long enough so that Natsume could do her work, stealing. But Natsume didn't want to do it anymore. She wasn't doing her part.
I remember her looking up at me, with those beautifully pale blue eyes so full of pain and betrayal. Her face was bleeding slightly and I looked down at my hand. Had I done that, I wondered. But it didn't matter right now. We were running out of time.
"Please! Stop it! Let's call off the plan. I can't stand to see anyone get killed. You promised it would never go this far. It's not worth it. We have enough already...please!" she pleaded with me. She was on her knees now, tears flowing from those enchanting eyes. I couldn't look away. She wanted out of the life we had created......she wanted out of the gang.
That was when the anger began to boil within me. Uncontrollable waves of rage echoed throughout me and I couldn't stand to look at her anymore. She looked so pathetic there, kneeling in that darkened alley, tears flowing down her face. That was when I turned on her.
"Damn you! You filthy bitch! Come one Natsume! This will be the last one! Think of how much we will get!" I must have been drunk...I had to have been. I don't think I would have ever called her that otherwise. She meant so much to me, and I never did show her that.
I roughly grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up to me. She turned away, tears glistening in the moonlight.
"No. You won't ever stop. You said you'd stop the time before this and the time before that. The truth is that you'll never stop. I don't know what'd happened to you. You're not the Yukimura that I love anymore. You're someone different. I have to leave now. I have to leave before I become a monster like you!"
My mind, already intoxicated, became even more enraged.
"What do you mean!? Do you think you can leave me!?" I screamed, my fury emerging in my fist as I beat her.
I remember hearing her screams...echoing so loudly, then softly fading away until all that was left was a dead silence, in the truest sense. Along with her heart...... my heart went silent too.
Yukimura cried out and buried his head in his hands, trying to get the horrible images out of his head. He bit his lip so hard that blood began to dribble down his chin. He knew that he should just do it now, before someone came along, but he was scared. He knew he deserved the pain, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was such a coward. His whole body trembling he bent down and grabbed the knife. Then he heard footsteps approaching. Someone was coming.
Yukimura turned to see Yahiko and a short man with long red hair and a cross-shaped scar. He froze. No, they couldn't come yet. He hadn't done it yet. He rose the knife a little higher, watching as the light reflected on its cruel blade.
"Yukimura? Don't do it!" Kenshin said, stepping towards him slightly.
"Who are you?" Yukimura said, his voice shaking.
"I am Kenshin Himura. You are Yukimura right?" Kenshin said slowly moving closer.
"Yeah, it's him." Yahiko said quietly.
Yukimura twitched when he heard Kenshin's name. So this was the man that had been chosen over him. He was probably here to tell him off for what he had done. He didn't care about that right now. All he wanted to do was sink this knife into himself.
"Stay away from me. I have to do this. Just please let me do this. This is the only way I can repent for my sins." Yukimura said, tears of anger forming in his eyes.
"It doesn't have to be like this. There are other ways. I know what you are going through." Kenshin said still moving closer.
"How could you possibly know?!" Yukimura screamed backing away from them.
Kenshin hung his head, letting his long bangs hang over his face and his voice became dark.
"You're wrong. I do know. Back in the bloodshed of the revolution there......was someone that I loved deeply. Her name was Tomoe. One night she came between me and my opponent. I couldn't stop my blade in time.....She died in my arms, her blood staining my hands. I can never forget that night that I took the life of the one that I loved. I know I can never take that back, but I can repent for those horrible sins by helping other people and protecting those who are weak. No matter what your crime, you can always repent. Killing yourself isn't the way."
Yahiko stared at Kenshin, his eyes widened with disbelief.
Yukimura shook his head, the tears dripping silently to the ground. "No. I can't go on anymore. I don't have anything to live for anymore. There's no point in going on anymore." He rose the knife so that it pointed directly at his heart. "This is for everyone I ever hurt!!"
Kenshin reached forward to stop him, but he was too late. Yukimura had already plunged it deep into his heart.
~.........I know...it's a little depressing.....but please....don't be mad.......I think story is nearing its end...which makes me really sad.....maybe a few more chapters....~