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This is my second one. None of these characters belong to me, other
than the strange sword man that seemed to bring back Kenshin's
memories. Yea.
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Kenshin wiped his sword off with the cloth from the body in
front of him. He sheathed his sword and turned.
"Himura!" A voice said. He turned and looked down the road.
Iizuka came out of one of the alleyways. He ran over to the body and
stopped next to Kenshin. He looked at his cheek and then back at the
body.
"It's bleeding again." He said. Kenshin took his hand up to his
left cheek. He wiped down and looked at his fingers. He stared
wide-eyed. The cut he had received on his left cheek so long ago was
bleeding again. He started to walk.
"Take care of everything, please Iizuka." He turned down the
alley that Iizuka had come out of. The blood from the cut dripped down
his cheek and landed on his white pants and dark blue shirt. His black
guards that covered the back of his hands and up his arms smelled heavy
of blood. He brought his hand up to it again and covered it. The blood
was warm but so cold on his hand. He closed his eyes and continued to
walk.
"Himura." Iizuka's voice said behind him. Kenshin sopped and
allowed Iizuka to catch up. Iizuka looked at Kenshin and then looked
ahead. "I heard a superstition." He said. Kenshin looked at him. "A
malicious sword wound will not heal until the users desire is gone."
Kenshin started to walk again.
"You've told me this before." He said. Iizuka closed his eyes
for a second and then continued to walk.
Kenshin washed his face and hands in his room. He looked at his
reflection in the slightly red water. He traced the cut on his cheek.
His dark eyes peered into the water through his red bangs. He dumped
the water out and puts the basin back on the table. He walked to his
bed and sat down. He stared at his hands and then at his sword.
Memories drifted back to his mind from training. And old healed wounds
on his hands appeared again in his mind. He bowed his head and stood.
He clutched his sword in his hand The blue cloth wrapped around
his neck had blood on it. He stared at the brown floor with wide eyes.
Blood dripped down his cheek and landed on the floor. He raised his
hand to his left cheek. He looked at his hand. Two lines of blood
crossed on his hands.
"But...it's...just...a scar..."He said quietly. His opponent
stood before him. His silver hair tied back in the same fashion that
Kenshin once had when he was a *Hitokiri. His gray eyes watched him as
he staggered and fell to the ground. He quietly sheathed his sword.
"I don't wish to fight the *Battousai when he is so weak. I will
come back." His voice dull and quiet. He turned and walked towards the
door, folding his arms into his large sleeves of his deep purple shirt.
He stepped out into the warm summer night air. He breathed in and
turned. He looked at Karou with a deep but deadly stare. Karou stared
back, her eyes wide. She gripped one of her wooden swords in her hands.
He looked at it and turned. He walked away from her. She watched his
back.
"I'll come back for *Battousai another day." He whispered. Karou
dropped her sword and ran into the room. Kenshin sat with one hand on
his cheek and the other holding him up. Tears rolled down and fell on
the ground and on his hand.
"To...Tomoe..." He whispered. Karou stared at him.
"Kenshin..." She whispered. He looked up at Karou in shock. She
stared into his fearful eyes. His eyes... so full of emotions she had
never seen before. She stepped back.
"Ken..shin.." She whispered again. She wanted to go to him but
she kept walking backwards. She turned and ran finally.
"Karou...san..." Kenshin said. He looked at the sword gripped in
his hand. 'I won't let this happen again.' he thought. He wiped his
cheek on the blue cloth around his neck.
"No...not again.." He looked at the cloth in his hand and
stared at it for a second. He let it fall around his neck again. He
stood and looked around the room. He closed his eyes in thought and
then opened them again. He walked out of the building with his sword
still clutched in his hand. He walked through the gates and left the
school.
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Battousai: A man that existed in Japans Past. He helped bring along the Meji(?) era. He disappeared after the war was over.
Hitokiri: (?) A Japanese assassin that helped bring the Meji era. (?)
The Second chapter is already in progress! Yayay!! Seth: U r meannnn!! Skypearl1: Whaa? Seth: U mean to kenshin. Skypearl1: Soo? Seth: Poo on you! Skypearl1: :-P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kenshin wiped his sword off with the cloth from the body in
front of him. He sheathed his sword and turned.
"Himura!" A voice said. He turned and looked down the road.
Iizuka came out of one of the alleyways. He ran over to the body and
stopped next to Kenshin. He looked at his cheek and then back at the
body.
"It's bleeding again." He said. Kenshin took his hand up to his
left cheek. He wiped down and looked at his fingers. He stared
wide-eyed. The cut he had received on his left cheek so long ago was
bleeding again. He started to walk.
"Take care of everything, please Iizuka." He turned down the
alley that Iizuka had come out of. The blood from the cut dripped down
his cheek and landed on his white pants and dark blue shirt. His black
guards that covered the back of his hands and up his arms smelled heavy
of blood. He brought his hand up to it again and covered it. The blood
was warm but so cold on his hand. He closed his eyes and continued to
walk.
"Himura." Iizuka's voice said behind him. Kenshin sopped and
allowed Iizuka to catch up. Iizuka looked at Kenshin and then looked
ahead. "I heard a superstition." He said. Kenshin looked at him. "A
malicious sword wound will not heal until the users desire is gone."
Kenshin started to walk again.
"You've told me this before." He said. Iizuka closed his eyes
for a second and then continued to walk.
Kenshin washed his face and hands in his room. He looked at his
reflection in the slightly red water. He traced the cut on his cheek.
His dark eyes peered into the water through his red bangs. He dumped
the water out and puts the basin back on the table. He walked to his
bed and sat down. He stared at his hands and then at his sword.
Memories drifted back to his mind from training. And old healed wounds
on his hands appeared again in his mind. He bowed his head and stood.
He clutched his sword in his hand The blue cloth wrapped around
his neck had blood on it. He stared at the brown floor with wide eyes.
Blood dripped down his cheek and landed on the floor. He raised his
hand to his left cheek. He looked at his hand. Two lines of blood
crossed on his hands.
"But...it's...just...a scar..."He said quietly. His opponent
stood before him. His silver hair tied back in the same fashion that
Kenshin once had when he was a *Hitokiri. His gray eyes watched him as
he staggered and fell to the ground. He quietly sheathed his sword.
"I don't wish to fight the *Battousai when he is so weak. I will
come back." His voice dull and quiet. He turned and walked towards the
door, folding his arms into his large sleeves of his deep purple shirt.
He stepped out into the warm summer night air. He breathed in and
turned. He looked at Karou with a deep but deadly stare. Karou stared
back, her eyes wide. She gripped one of her wooden swords in her hands.
He looked at it and turned. He walked away from her. She watched his
back.
"I'll come back for *Battousai another day." He whispered. Karou
dropped her sword and ran into the room. Kenshin sat with one hand on
his cheek and the other holding him up. Tears rolled down and fell on
the ground and on his hand.
"To...Tomoe..." He whispered. Karou stared at him.
"Kenshin..." She whispered. He looked up at Karou in shock. She
stared into his fearful eyes. His eyes... so full of emotions she had
never seen before. She stepped back.
"Ken..shin.." She whispered again. She wanted to go to him but
she kept walking backwards. She turned and ran finally.
"Karou...san..." Kenshin said. He looked at the sword gripped in
his hand. 'I won't let this happen again.' he thought. He wiped his
cheek on the blue cloth around his neck.
"No...not again.." He looked at the cloth in his hand and
stared at it for a second. He let it fall around his neck again. He
stood and looked around the room. He closed his eyes in thought and
then opened them again. He walked out of the building with his sword
still clutched in his hand. He walked through the gates and left the
school.
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Battousai: A man that existed in Japans Past. He helped bring along the Meji(?) era. He disappeared after the war was over.
Hitokiri: (?) A Japanese assassin that helped bring the Meji era. (?)
The Second chapter is already in progress! Yayay!! Seth: U r meannnn!! Skypearl1: Whaa? Seth: U mean to kenshin. Skypearl1: Soo? Seth: Poo on you! Skypearl1: :-P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~