Okay I re-did the 1'st chappie, now read and Review Pleaze !!!!!!
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Kenshin sighed, and logged off of his computer blinking his eyes to get them used to the darkness of his moonlit room, the shades drawn slightly but open enough for slits of moonlight to seep through and play on the hardwood floor.
He stood slowly, the dizziness from hunger and lack of sleep made him reel, and he sat known again.
Slowly, this time, he rose again and walked across the room to the window to watch the girl next-door practice singing.
The window opened as it always did when her singing started. He listened as her haunting melody began, the melody that signaled the beginning of another night of trance and dream in the ancient language of the night.
She began.
hitomi ni hisondeiru aoku
Bokura wa doko made yukou
Futari no mirai ima sasuratte
Bokura wa tabi o tsuzukeru
Eien no arika owari nai yume
Kono te o hanasazu oikakete ikitai
zutto
TAAKOIZU iro no kokoro no umi de
Hikari no fune no AIZU ga kikoeru
Hayaku ikanette hayaru omoi ni
Nani mo kotoba wa iranai ne
Itsuwari wa itsumo
kotoba ni hisondeiru amaku
Futari de hitotsu ni narou
Okubyouna nami no ho mo dakishimete
Bokura wa tabi wo tsuzukeru
Dekiau sukima owari nai yume
Niji wo tsukinuketa
Yakusoku no hikari wo mezasu
Bokura wa doko made yukou
Futari no mirai ima sasuratte
Bokura wa tabi o tsuzukeru
Eien no arika owari nai yume
Kono te o hanasazu oikakete ikitai zutto.
The song haunted the air as she began another melody that he could not comprehend the words to.
Their eyes met, and he called down, "Why do you sing that song every midnight?"
"For you."
He was baffled, then a shrill buzzing came through his head and he was in his bed.
He shook his head, his mane of red hair cascading into his eyes, and took his small glasses off of his bed stand and placed them on his nose.
He could hear a whisper of silk as the open window blew his black curtains.
He touched a long scarred wound and withdrew his hand in shock, it was crusted with blood!
He looked across the room at the scabbard hanging on the wall, it was empty, the sword, he knew, was also covered in blood.
He went to his bedroom door and listened for his mom to go back downstairs, calling that he was awake.
Footfalls descending the creaking last step was heard even with the door closed.
Waiting for a few seconds more, he flew out the door and into the bathroom across the hall.
After catching his breath, he looked down at his wardrobe for the first time, and found that he wasn't wearing the suit of an assassin, but a Kimono, a Pink kimono at that!
Blood stained the side and blood still came through the torn cloth in rivulets to pool around his foot on the linoleum.
He sighed with relief that he hadn't found the swithch to flip the blade. Stripping off the soaked shirt peice of Kimono, he tossed it into the sink, after putting the plug in place, and filled the sink to soak the stains out of the shirt before they stained.
He turned on water so that it was so hot that he could barley stand, and began the meticulous cleaning process all over again.
He removed a bullet from his hip, and worried what, if he had been injured, had the other guy feel like.
Would he even feel at all? a part of him asked, he banished the thought and finished his task.
He wrapped his stomach tightly and thought that he should go to the hospital, then thought better, they ask too many questions. He finally resolved, when he was safe once again in the confounds of his room, to go to Shira and try to ask her to look at his wound.
Dressing in black leather, incase his wound started to bleed again, he walked down to breakfast.
He told his mom that he was walking to school, and walked in the general direction until he was out of sight, and started toward Shira's.
"Where do you think you are goin' kid?" a gruff voice stopped him in his tracks, he felt the presence of a tall man looming over him.
He turned to see the grinning face of his childhood buddy, Sanouske. "I'm going to see the wizard of ozz."
He mimicked Dorothy from the ancient fairy tale. He smiled and a sharp light crossed his vision, and he was looking up from his friend's arms.
"You havin' problems again?" Sanouske asked, the only one with the knowledge of the effects of the spell over him.
"Mabey" he sighed, another sharp flash of pain hit him, and he gasped.
"What happened, you get shot in the lung er somethin'?" he began to unbutton the front of Kenshin's coat.
He was bare-chested underneath and Sanouske saw the tightly wrapped bandage, and the fresh scent of blood.
"No," Kenshin gasped with the cold, "But a few inches higher and I would have."
That settled it for the street-fighter, Kenshin couldn't walk for much longer, and he was stronger. He would just carry his friend to wherever he needed to go, preferably the hospital.
Kenshin felt his fiends resolve and agreed, although it might be embarrassing for him in the long run, he allowed the other to carry him, and directed the way to Shira's house.
A half-block from her house, a gang of older men sopped them, The Shinsengumi.
"That's the kid," said a rough looking thug wearing a pair of dirty blue- jeans and a green dragon shirt.
"The one that almost killed the Martman?" thug two asked, wearing a long overcoat.
"I hear he has a bounty on his head." Said one stepping out from around the corner.
"I heard it was issued by all the mob-bosses of New York" said another
"Let's say we collect on our bounty," Said thug one.
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Author's notes: Great, our hero is in another time, in America, in New York, an about to be attacked by a bunch of mob guys, weird huh? It's an alternate reality, short epic, fiction,
what'd-you-expect-I'm- writing-it?
Kenshin dosen't die, exactly, this is the only thing that I can promise, though, cause I don't know where I want to take this, I am open to suggestions.
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Kenshin sighed, and logged off of his computer blinking his eyes to get them used to the darkness of his moonlit room, the shades drawn slightly but open enough for slits of moonlight to seep through and play on the hardwood floor.
He stood slowly, the dizziness from hunger and lack of sleep made him reel, and he sat known again.
Slowly, this time, he rose again and walked across the room to the window to watch the girl next-door practice singing.
The window opened as it always did when her singing started. He listened as her haunting melody began, the melody that signaled the beginning of another night of trance and dream in the ancient language of the night.
She began.
hitomi ni hisondeiru aoku
Bokura wa doko made yukou
Futari no mirai ima sasuratte
Bokura wa tabi o tsuzukeru
Eien no arika owari nai yume
Kono te o hanasazu oikakete ikitai
zutto
TAAKOIZU iro no kokoro no umi de
Hikari no fune no AIZU ga kikoeru
Hayaku ikanette hayaru omoi ni
Nani mo kotoba wa iranai ne
Itsuwari wa itsumo
kotoba ni hisondeiru amaku
Futari de hitotsu ni narou
Okubyouna nami no ho mo dakishimete
Bokura wa tabi wo tsuzukeru
Dekiau sukima owari nai yume
Niji wo tsukinuketa
Yakusoku no hikari wo mezasu
Bokura wa doko made yukou
Futari no mirai ima sasuratte
Bokura wa tabi o tsuzukeru
Eien no arika owari nai yume
Kono te o hanasazu oikakete ikitai zutto.
The song haunted the air as she began another melody that he could not comprehend the words to.
Their eyes met, and he called down, "Why do you sing that song every midnight?"
"For you."
He was baffled, then a shrill buzzing came through his head and he was in his bed.
He shook his head, his mane of red hair cascading into his eyes, and took his small glasses off of his bed stand and placed them on his nose.
He could hear a whisper of silk as the open window blew his black curtains.
He touched a long scarred wound and withdrew his hand in shock, it was crusted with blood!
He looked across the room at the scabbard hanging on the wall, it was empty, the sword, he knew, was also covered in blood.
He went to his bedroom door and listened for his mom to go back downstairs, calling that he was awake.
Footfalls descending the creaking last step was heard even with the door closed.
Waiting for a few seconds more, he flew out the door and into the bathroom across the hall.
After catching his breath, he looked down at his wardrobe for the first time, and found that he wasn't wearing the suit of an assassin, but a Kimono, a Pink kimono at that!
Blood stained the side and blood still came through the torn cloth in rivulets to pool around his foot on the linoleum.
He sighed with relief that he hadn't found the swithch to flip the blade. Stripping off the soaked shirt peice of Kimono, he tossed it into the sink, after putting the plug in place, and filled the sink to soak the stains out of the shirt before they stained.
He turned on water so that it was so hot that he could barley stand, and began the meticulous cleaning process all over again.
He removed a bullet from his hip, and worried what, if he had been injured, had the other guy feel like.
Would he even feel at all? a part of him asked, he banished the thought and finished his task.
He wrapped his stomach tightly and thought that he should go to the hospital, then thought better, they ask too many questions. He finally resolved, when he was safe once again in the confounds of his room, to go to Shira and try to ask her to look at his wound.
Dressing in black leather, incase his wound started to bleed again, he walked down to breakfast.
He told his mom that he was walking to school, and walked in the general direction until he was out of sight, and started toward Shira's.
"Where do you think you are goin' kid?" a gruff voice stopped him in his tracks, he felt the presence of a tall man looming over him.
He turned to see the grinning face of his childhood buddy, Sanouske. "I'm going to see the wizard of ozz."
He mimicked Dorothy from the ancient fairy tale. He smiled and a sharp light crossed his vision, and he was looking up from his friend's arms.
"You havin' problems again?" Sanouske asked, the only one with the knowledge of the effects of the spell over him.
"Mabey" he sighed, another sharp flash of pain hit him, and he gasped.
"What happened, you get shot in the lung er somethin'?" he began to unbutton the front of Kenshin's coat.
He was bare-chested underneath and Sanouske saw the tightly wrapped bandage, and the fresh scent of blood.
"No," Kenshin gasped with the cold, "But a few inches higher and I would have."
That settled it for the street-fighter, Kenshin couldn't walk for much longer, and he was stronger. He would just carry his friend to wherever he needed to go, preferably the hospital.
Kenshin felt his fiends resolve and agreed, although it might be embarrassing for him in the long run, he allowed the other to carry him, and directed the way to Shira's house.
A half-block from her house, a gang of older men sopped them, The Shinsengumi.
"That's the kid," said a rough looking thug wearing a pair of dirty blue- jeans and a green dragon shirt.
"The one that almost killed the Martman?" thug two asked, wearing a long overcoat.
"I hear he has a bounty on his head." Said one stepping out from around the corner.
"I heard it was issued by all the mob-bosses of New York" said another
"Let's say we collect on our bounty," Said thug one.
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Author's notes: Great, our hero is in another time, in America, in New York, an about to be attacked by a bunch of mob guys, weird huh? It's an alternate reality, short epic, fiction,
what'd-you-expect-I'm- writing-it?
Kenshin dosen't die, exactly, this is the only thing that I can promise, though, cause I don't know where I want to take this, I am open to suggestions.