Alrighty um... yeah ... second chapter... the third will take me a while to get up, since Im not to far ahead into it. Both chapter one and two were already written before I posted them I just was to lazy to get them up .;

Title: My Imouto-chan

Author: Neko-Yasha Formally Known as Hikari-Chan

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Um... Not much romance envolved until the end, sort of depressing, kinda sucks royally. There is no Yaoi or Yuri so skidadal if thats what your looking for. Also more of an over-view of a character I role-play than a fanfic. Anything involving the other characters interaction was suggestion from friends. The story also hops around alot to explain her life quickly up to the point that Kenshin met Kaoru.

Pairings: Kaoru/Kenshin, Sannosuke/OC (sorta)

Disclaimer: I dont own Rurouni Kenshin, so all you lawyers can bite me ^ ^ *sweatdrops seeing a missing peice of her shirt sleeve was ripped by a lawyer bite* ... crap, now I gotta go get Immunized...

Inspiration: Samurai X: Trust and Betrayal, Samura X: Reflection, Suggestions from friends.

Category: Drama/Romance/Comedy-- not till close to the end though, you people should know I cant resist placing a comedic twist in my stories ^ ^

Cross-over of: er... none... ^ ^.^ ^

Ch. 2: Battousai

The Sakura petals fell past laughing children in the streets of Kyoto as they flew kites and played, pretending to be honorable samurai. "Honorable indeed..." A voice huffed out from their perch atop a building, red hair falling past her small shoulders. Violet eyes wached the clouds above that seemed to go black and gather for rain. A chilling feeling flowed through her veins like that night only a few months ago in the winter. A sudden shift in the wind and she stood, gracefully bounding across the roof tops. She stopped above an inn and looked down at the men that started to gather, handing out katana and knives along with many other weaponry. "A battle?" Her eyebrows furrowed, and she watched as another group of men walked from the opposite side of the street, their arms prominant on their hips" ... No... A massacare..." She watched as mothers began gathering their children and pulling them inside their houses, some of the men pushing people aside almost harshly. Was it to get them out of their way or out of the crossfire? She pondered over this and suddenly caught sight of one man in peculiar... His hair was the red of fire, much like hers and his eyes... Those were eyes of pain. 'Who is he?' She wondered... somewhat familiar. The man couldnt have been to old, about 17 years... He turned his head and she caught sight of something even more interesting. A large scar in the shape of an 'X' one part down his jaw bone and the other across the middle of his cheek.

"Men at ready!" He turned his attention to another man, one also not to old and obviously of the rebel forces. They faced the other gang, stares of sorrow though each man had his reasons and knew what he must do.

She watched as lightning struck in the distance, rain began to pour and suddenly both army's ran at each other, mixing like water with milk and red began to stain the streets. Her eyes widened but soon became clouded over by rain water," I have to get out of this storm..." She stood, ran across the roof top, and leapt off the back edge in hopes not to get caught in the battle. But these hopes were shattered when she saw two men right before her, one much much younger than the other and ovbiously much faster. His victim had no time to scream, and he dashed, a quick slash in the wind by his sword, blood sprayed in all directions and splashed against her cheek.

The sight made a shot of electricity, alarm, run straight through her. A horrible feeling she felt in her nightmares... "... You.... " She starred as the boy looked up, and he stepped back in surprise. His eyes starring into her's as a sea of gold, those of a killer. "You're... the demon...." Her shoulders shook half from the cold of the rain and half from fear of what she saw before her.

Another man came running up behind the boy, one of his side," Battousai!" He shouted with a smirk," Great work.." he began hauling the man away.

"...Battousai..." The word touching her lips and leaving a splat of anger. She growled.

The boy starred a moment, and watched as her eyes narrowed. Who was she? She looked... so familiar. Those violet eyes were so familiar... Her teeth clenched and he looked on withe a clueless puzzled expression. "YOU MADE THE RAIN BLEED!" Suddenly alarmed and his eyes widened larger. No one else had said those words except... Suddenly he jumped back on his toes as she unsheathed a blade and ran at him striking downwards to his skull in anger. He barely had time to react and blocked the blow by his own sword with a surprised expression... She's quick... The eyes of a killer reverted to a serene violet, the eyes of a wanderer, searching for a place of no war where he could call home. "It's because of you Im alone! I'll kill you!"

"Because of me?" His words echoed her's in a gentle tone. Where had he seen this girl before? Out of the corner of his eye he saw her hand grab a small dagger and she made a slash to his side. Again, Battousai moved to the side avoiding the deadly attack and he pushed her away onto her back. He couldnt kill this girl, not until he knew what was wrong with her..

The young girl fell back, her dagger slipping from her hands and saturating in the mud. She snarled and got to her feet, just in time to have her shoulders grabbed and restrained by two other men. "Let go! The demon has to die! He must die!"

"Bite your tongue girl!" The leader of the men stepped forward. "Himura, who is she?" His attention turned to the red-headed boy and he blinked a few times starring at the girl... studying her. Her face held a sour expression, one of pure hate. "S... Saori...?" His head tilted slightly. It was possible.. she was of propor age and her eyes... the hair... the shortness O.o;.

She growled at the men who held her," Release me or I'll make you use your spine as a jump rope!" The men chuckled at the little girl and their leader stepped forward, catching her chin in his rough fingers. "How old are you child?"

She resisted the urge to snap at his fingers and make him bleed," Thirteen years you worthless war fiend!"

He chuckled. This kid had spunk... perhaps thats why Himura hadnt killed her yet. He turned to the Battousai and asked," Do you know this girl?" He blinked unsure of how exactly to answer... he though he knew her... but how was he to be sure. Himura bit his lip and stepped to his leaders side, adressing the young girl.

"Where to you hail? And what is your name?"

"Depends what part of my life you ask... why should I tell you? Damned cur..."

He smiled... an almost gentle smile. "From beggining to end... You may want to tell me, your life depends on it."

Her nose twiched... she growled again and groaned out," Fine!" If she died now all her efforts to get here would be useless... The girl glared back at the men that held her shoulders. "If they release me, I will keep my hostility in check and tell you."

He glanced at the two men that held her with an untrusting stare then to his leader, who nodded. In a confused sort of state, they released her and she straightened her torn sleeves, shaking her shoulders some to gain a feeling back to them. Still with a sour expression, she crossed her arms and mustered out her story. "... I never knew my parents and only remember an older brother... atleast who I think was my older brother. He helped me escape from slave trade... from there I went back to our home in Sukurutai and into a gang." His eyes widened a bit at the familiar name of the town. Sukurutai? Perhaps she was who he thought.. "there I was known as Nanashi and I was trained to steal. Soon after I was taken into the Kurunai house and trained under Sagaso-Sensei." She snarled a bit at the memories and glared at Himura with obvious dispise. "He was like a grandfather to me, and his wife a grandmother... but my happiness came to an end when you damn Samurai attacked my home and killed them..." Her fists clenched, she held in the urge to draw out a dager and destroy him then and there. "... You Hitokiri Battousai... You killed Mistko, my grandmother! My beloved Grandmother!" Keeping her bargain, she kept her hostility to only a yell.

Kurunai? But when... Did they ever attack Sukurutai? He raised a calm hand to his chin, and pondered... no... they hadnt. He hadnt set foot in Sukurutai for years, since he was a child. The rest of the men laughed slightly one saying," Young lady, we have never set foot in your town nor on the Kurunai household..."

"Your lying! You damn Samurai are lying cheating bastards! I'll see to it every last one of you rots in hell!"

Himura's eyes widened a bit concerned as the conversation began to heat up quite rapidly. Then they all watched as her hands allowed her one quick strike across the Battousai's chest, then her feet, propelled her to backflip over the other two large men and land on a fence, running away. "Mark my words Battousai! Your end will be my blade!" Again the girl had dissapeared.

All the men stood around laughing in a sort and the leader pat him on the shoulder," well now... add another to your list of enemies, a pretty young girl at that. You are a lucky devil with the ladies arent you?" He glared some.

"... Dont speak of her that way. I assure you that even if I do know her it is not of that nature."

"Heh, dont be so sensitive Kenshin."

During the last year of the revolution, rumors were spread that a rogue with no name ran the streets killing any rebel or samurai in his path. Anyone involved in the revolution became a victim of his sword... and he was known as Hitokiri Nanashi. From what the army knew, he answered to no one, obeyed no one... he was a murderer... a cold hearted murderer whos face was shadowed by the flames of hell and speed beyond the wind.

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A crash of breaking glass sounded through the halls of the imperial state building. "What the?" Head councilman Koukura turned wondering at the fuss. Another crash, and sounds of men gurgling from drowning in their own blood unable to scream. He pushed back strands of black hair and stood up from his table, taking his wife's hand and his childs as he led them away to a smaller room. "Sakura... Keichi... stay in here.."

"But Husband-"

"Do not come out..." Koukura closed the door and picked up a sheithed sword kept near the door, stepping out to the hall. At the other end, he saw what appeared to be a short man with red hair, dressed in black pants and a blue kimono top, tied off by a sash. 'Himura?' He wondered as his face contorted in a puzzled stare, but in a way relieved. "Himura, It wasnt necessary to kill my guards... I have no information for you today but if you will wait until tomorrows council meet--"

"Heh... betrayer, a revolutionist in desquise... I wont be fooled by your anctics..."

The voice seemed... higher.. but much more dark from that of Hitokiri Himura Battousai. "What's gotten into you?" He asked taking a step forward.

"Stay where you are!" He yelled, and Koukura paused in his tracks. "Teme... mixing me up with that damn cur Battousai..." Koukura's eyes widened and he looked on as the figure lifted his head, eyes shown with a devils glare, gold like a demon with no soul.

"You're--!" But before he could finish, the figure had run at him, drawing a blade and making for a quick slice. However, the blade was yet to quench its thirst as the loud clang of metal sounded in the hall. The voice chuckled, that of a lost soul,"Heh... you are skilled, I'll give you that... but skill alone wont save you-" He lunged into Koukura and pushed him to the ground. "When you are all dead I will rest peacfully!" He lifted his blade and another clang sounded, then he kicked the sword from Koukura's hands.

"Your Nanashi!"

"Bingo!" The hitokiri lifted his blade and thrust it down his eyes closing as blood splattered onto his face... but... much more than usual... When he opened his eyes he found one more on his blade.

"... no..." his eyes widened and he stepped back pulling the sword out of the child that had gotten in the way. The soft whisper of an ending pain.. and sadness. "Pop...pa..." Hitokiri's eyes widened at the childs last words, his hands falling limp and blood trickling in a small river from his lips onto his fathers chest.

"....how...." His voice cracked... How did the kid get in the way that quickly? How did he mess up!?

"Keichi.." He looked up and saw a woman with long unbound black hair. Tears streamed down her face," ... you killed... my son... and my... husband..." Suddenly the woman stood up, ran towards him and lifted her hand, bringing it across his face and leaving a red welt. "HOW COULD YOU!" Her cries becoming a low echo in his ears... His eyes went black and his body frozen, the sword in his hand dropping to the floor in a loud clack. The woman stood, her tears flowing freely as she walked to him," ... you... " She watched as tears filled his eyes, "You... feel guilty..." Her face seemed confused and she stepped forward, gently tugging back hair from his face, and hers contorted to surprise... yet still held anger in the depth of her eyes and the sadness that laced them." ... you are a woman..." The Hitokiri said nothing to her. Just stood before her like a sleeping porcelian doll.

But suddenly she was awakened from her parylized state, feeling the sharp end of a dagger trail over her right eye... blood blocked the vision of that eye and she looked at Sakura. "... This scar... Remember the sorrow you have caused me... DESTROY YOURSELF BY GUILT! FOREVER YOU WILL CRY BLOOD TEARS!"

"No dont!" She reached for the dagger but Sakura pushed her away into the wall then she lifted the dagger, turned the sharp edge in and thrust it into her stomach. She fell to the floor... beside her dead child and husband.

Nanashi felt her limbs go numb... she felt cold as her tears were blood. "...Forgive me..."

"Gomen Nasai... Sagaso-sensei... I failed you..."