Reminder: I do not own RK....~pouts~ wish i did...

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The Bakumatsu era....blood and death a daily ritual all in Japan. Countless assassins mount the street and shed blood, carving their way to the government. But two in importance......
May, 1877, a harsh storm made its way through Kyoto, Japan....the blood red moon hiding its face on this night.....

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A gust of wind. A scream of terror and mercy. Countless puddles of blood, ever flowing with the puddles of the rain above. One lone figure in the clearing, wielding both a spear blade and a katana. Blood drips down the soaked face of a mysterious girl.

"Souru Ku, you have breathed your last words, prepare to die." The figure seethed. Pulling her blade spear out of another victim she held it in front of her. "Please spare me child...I only seek out orders of those higher than me.." The girl put a snarl on her face and raised the weapon for the final blow. "I am not a child, remember that in hell old man" her last words as her blade pierced the pathetic man in half. Blood sprewing in all directions and all over the girl. "What a waste of my time" the figure all in one swipe drew the blood off her blade.
The rain grew harder then, lightning flashed ahead. Lighting up the lone girls face. Her long ebony hair tied up in a once high bun..now fallen around her shoulders. Another lightning flash....revealing the lightest blue eyes ever known in Japan. The girl walked away..another job done...another pay. This was the life of Kamiya Kaoru, the legendary mercenary known as Kodora....
She walked off into the distance, the rain beginning to become so heavy it seemed as if she dissapeared from the earth. Her continuous journey never ending.

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Another part of Kyoto....

Shining amber orbs flashed with the lightning overhead. His katana gripped in his hand ready for the final blow. The victim pleaded for his life..but all in vain. The assassin was impassive, his cold eyes boring into those of the victims. In one final slash he drew the katana through the man, ending his life. The smell of blood evident, how it discusted him. All in one fluid motion, the assassin swiped the blood off his sword and resheathed it.

~Another flash of lightning~

The assassin walked into the distance. His long crimson hair, tied up in a high pony tail, swayed behind him with each step. His amber eyes burned through the rain. The legendary Battousai the manslayer stalked through the night. In search of a certain raven haired mercenary. Himura Kenshin, the Battousai was obliged to kill this mercenary, whom he thought was a man. (A/N: O-o heh..not!)

The storm raged on through the streets of Kyoto, blood and death never ending. But that was life was like....

A/N: O.o SOOOooo? I hope it will be ok...not exactly the..umm...yea....just review or not....~likes to know whether should continue~ but unlike others....i dont make a big deal out of reviewing...anyways enjoy....my first fanfic ever... ^.^;;;;