Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu [By: Tenken86]

Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin and its characters do not belong to me, so please do not sue me!! I finally made my own character :P. Is it okay that.. hmm. okay, I used a name from the manga Naruto for him but. couldn't think of other but it sounds good :P :P must add then.. Naruto and its characters do not belong to me.. I just borrowed a name.

Rating : PG (violence) this chapter is technically beginning the rk storyline but its a short one and doesn't have that much violence in it. unless if u assume what happened. ay yo yo.. just read the fic and maybe write a review tellin me if it should be PG or watever. thanks!!

Chapter 2 "The Death of A Powerful Man"

Tokyo, a city full of people, busy working in the Meiji government. Trying to invite people into a restaurant, a lady talked to the passerby's.

"Come and have some food at the Akabeko!" Tae said, waving a hand at a passing merchant. "I guarantee you will enjoy yourself!" A hand pulled at her kimono. "..? Oh, Tsubame, what is it?"

"There's a customer who wants to talk to you." Tsubame said, holding a circular tray against her own brightly colored kimono. Tae nodded and walked back inside the restaurant, with the Tsubame behind her.

'Yahiko- chan. I wonder what you're doing now.'

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The Kamiya Dojo was situated in Tokyo. Two men stood outside the building, along with a girl and a small boy. The man with reddish orange hair put his sword into his obi and then banged the boy on the head with a basket of laundry.

"Hang these up, Yahiko," Kenshin said. "I'm going to Governor Okubo now." The girl turned around and looked at the rurouni with a shocked expression.

"Why?" Kaoru asked, "He's coming here."

"Governor Okubo is a very busy man." Kenshin said, smiling. "It'll be quicker if I go to him." A lady dressed in a kimono and a michiyuki hurried up to the group.

"Oh, you're here. Good morning, Ken-san." Megumi said, carrying a small bag in her hand. The man with a red headband and the sign of evil on his back turned to her.

"What's the vixen doing up so early?" Sanosuke asked, watching the fox ears pop out of Megumi's head.

"How dare you speak like that to the person who saved your life!" A vein popped on Sano's head.

"I saved yours too." An identical vein popped up on Megumi's.

"That's different for men and women." Megumi said, staring at Sanosuke. Kaoru pointed at the bag the other lady held.

"What on earth is that?"

"Today's the day of Ken-san's reply." Megumi said, smiling. "I brought something useful for this day."

"Oro?" Suddenly, Kenshin had a collar attached to a chain on his neck. "Special Technique "Ken-san Capture!"" Megumi said, chain in hand. "Now he definitely can't go to Kyoto, and if necessary, I brought some sleeping powder.."

"Go home!!!" Kaoru shouted.

"..." Kenshin, who was in semi-shock.

"Hey, now you're the dog, Kenshin." Yahiko said, holding out a hand. "C'mon, shake."

'Women.' thought Sanosuke. Kenshin removed the collar around his neck.

"Anyway, I'm leaving."

"But do you know where Okubo's mansion is?" Kaoru asked him.

"No, but I heard he's going to the Cabinet in Akasaka." Kenshin said, smiling. "If I go to Kioizaka I can probably meet up with him."

"Well, then we'll go with you!" Kaoru shouted at him.

Kenshin looked back at her with a soft smile. "No . . . things could get complicated, so it's better if I go alone." The four people whose lives were affected by this man silently watched him walk out the gate.

"It's all right." Yahiko said with a serious face. "Kenshin wouldn't go off to Kyoto and leave you. An equally serious Sanosuke agreed with the kid.

"Yeah.Kenshin wouldn't have any part of an assassination in this day and age."

"I won't let him go," Megumi said, clutching the bag, "even if I have to use force to stop him." Kaoru stood thinking to herself.

'But . . . if Governor Okubo's story is true, then Kenshin can't leave Shishio Makoto alone if he's going to cause another war. Then Hitokiri Battousai will have to kill Shishio Makoto.'

Kenshin walked down the road with leaves blowing around him, and a serious face.

'Kenshin . . .'

Kioisaka--This hill's name comes from the neighboring Houses of Kishuu, Bishuu and Ii. It originated with the wall built around the daimyos' mansions, and both long ago and today is one of the best districts in Tokyo.

Okubo Toshimichi, the most powerful man in the Meiji government, was traveling along this road by coach on the morning of May 14, 1880. Unknowingly awaiting his destiny.

Okubo sat in the coach with a cane resting in his hands. An older man with thick hair and mustache, he thought to himself about his meeting with the former hitokiri.

'Today's meeting will be long. And there's still work to be done at the department. I'll meet with Himura this evening.'

Lounging in a tree further up the road, a man's black eyes flickered open. 'He's finally here.' The man stood up and stretched while balancing on the branch, grabbing something in his left hand.

'He'll probably do it.' Okubo thought, eyes closed. 'No . . . he has to. If Himura doesn't act~'

A light thump came from above him, but Okubo, deep in thought, did not hear the small sound.

'~The country will be destroyed.' Suddenly, the coach's door opened and a young man looked in. His black hair was tied back in a small ponytail and his bangs hung out half hiding his eyes. His dark blue kimono contrasted with the metal pole he held in his left hand, and leant against his shoulder.

"The dead don't need to worry about the future of the country." The young man gave a half smirk and clamped his right hand over Okubo's mouth. "I have a message from Shishio-sama.

'It was a good idea to send Himura Battousai to assassinate me, but in the end it will only be struggling in vain. This country will be mine.'"

With his left hand, he held the staff, then twisted a small section of it with his thumb slightly. Okubo's eyes widened as a inch long blade appeared, as if by magic, from the tip of the staff. His expression turned to one of terror as the blade leveled itself with his forehead.

'Shishio Ma~' Okubo's last thought was brutally cut in half by the blade stabbing into his forehead. The young man released his grip over the man's mouth and saw it was wide open in a noiseless scream.

Bracing his hand once again against the corpse's mouth, he yanked the blade out and cleaned it off with a cloth. The blade disappeared wraithlike into the staff as the man looked up past the walls of the closed in carriage. 'It's time.'

From the bushes on the roadside, men spring out and in front of the carriage. One man held a wakazashi out, while the others drew theirs. "I am the samurai Shimada Ichirou of the Ishikawa province!"

The other man whipped out his sword. "Chou Tsurahide of the same! Okubo, prepare yourself!" A scream rang out as blood splashed.

"All right," Shimada shouted, "the coachman is no more!! Come on!" Shimada pulled open the carriage door and jumped back as Okubo's corpse fell out, staining the earth crimson. One of the samurai murmured their thoughts out loud.

"He . . .he's dead . . . Someone got here before us."

"What happened." another replied. "What are we going to do? We already sent the death-threats to the government and the newspapers." Shimada's frown increased.

"No matter what," he said slowly, "we brought Okubo down."

"Shimada?" The leader raised his wakazashi and viciously brought it down on the dead corpse.

"There were no witnesses!" Shimada shouted. Others joined in. "We killed Okubo!!"

May 14, 1880--The Incident at Kioisaka. Japanese history states that the most powerful man in the Meiji government was assassinated in broad daylight. The assassins were seven discontented Ishikawa samurai. And so, the existence of Shishio's faction, who took advantage of the prior notice of the assassination attempt, was never revealed.

A crowd of people gathered around the policemen who covered the body with a rush mat, missing the top of his head. Kenshin looked at the body incredulously.

"Okubo." Kenshin murmured. Suddenly, the young man with the pole leaning against his shoulder came out of the crowd and stood next to Kenshin.

"If you don't want to die too, for your own sake, don't defy Shishio-sama." Kenshin, turned quickly to the voice, but nobody out of the ordinary was there. One man in a dark blue kimono and white hakama walked away slowly from the crowd, not attracting any attention, not drawing a single eye to himself.

"Shishio Makoto." Kenshin said, staring at nowhere with angry eyes.

End

Ay yo yo! I finally got another chapter done.. I was planning to write a bit more.. but one of my friends said dat this was enough. this is just introducing my character.. Hehe, u don't know his name yet! :P I think I'm gonna give him a chapter bout himself.. Oh oh.. I think I know wat I'm gonna name it.. ^_^ how do u people like this chapter? A little bit violent. not really though..rite? hmm hmmm. would people want me to make it more violent or stay Rkish.violent but not like.. blood spewing everywhere. hmmm. feedback is very good! :P

arigatou to da people who wrote review for my fic! :P my first fanfic and I have 6 review. I so happy lah.. Thank u! (its self confidence boost..don't get too full of urself!! *bonks self on head*). Also u people make me feel like writin an continuin this fic because or else I'd be writing it for myself.. And reviewing it myself.. which would be kinda dumb... hehe. ja ne!!