GT: I don't want has come over me to create this fic, but I had a sudden inspiration and just had to write it. And I've finally decided never to watch Samurai X: Reflections anymore, because I will never get any of my other fics done if I keep get inspiration from that. (Even though it's currently one of the only things I ever watch anymore. And I've memorized the entire movie. ) Anyway, here ya guys go!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that could be used against me in a court of law.
Chapter 1: Forces That Drive
Tsubame quietly looks in on the young dark-haired swordsman, who sat quietly in the middle of the room. His legs neatly folded beneath him and Kenshin's sakabato lying on the ground in front of him. He had been sitting there quietly ever since Kaoru had died sleeping on his lap. "Do you need anything, Yahiko?" She asks meekly as the once boy swordsman sits quietly in the middle of the room. Yahiko remains quiet and frozen in place, as if he had turned into a living statue.
"Misao, Aoshi, and the kids will be arriving soon. Don't you want to have visitors? Maybe you and Aoshi can talk," Tsubame suggests but Yahiko still remains quiet. "It's okay if you don't want to talk, but it would be nice for you to say good-bye to them before they return to Kyoto. I think, it would be good for you." Yahiko just stays quiet, closing his eyes slowly trying to block out Tsubame. The waitress finally gives up and leaves the young swordsman alone.
She doesn't understand. She can never understand. My family is gone and I'm the only one left. Kenshin. Kaoru. Sanosuke. All of them left, two will never return and the other doesn't want to. I'm alone. Yahiko thinks to himself, remembering his last moments with all of them. Why can't we go back to the way things were? Before, they all left. When we were all happy, when we were a family. He remains sitting in silence.
"Lady Tsubame! Lady Tsubame!" Two little kids chime running towards her with open arms and huge grins on their small faces.
"Jinni, Kamui, where's your parents?" She asks with a weak, forced smile, kneeling down and hugging the two siblings. Jinni, mixed up image of her mother and father, inheriting her mother's hair and behavior points over to a very pregnant Misao who waddles towards them.
"How are you, Tsubame?" Misao asks with a smile as Jinni starts chasing after her younger brother, who was the spitting image of their father only with a much kinder look in his eyes and a smile on his face.
"I'm trying to get by," she answers as the two women walk to sit in the shade, watching the two kids chase each other. "How's Aoshi?"
"Late," Misao jokes sitting uncomfortably on the porch. "How's Yahiko? I hear he's taking it pretty hard." Tsubame looks at the ground, this was not the subject she wanted to talk about.
"He's getting by, he's been in his room ever since Kaoru's death. It's a daily task to get him to open the door, let alone eat regularly." Tsubame explains as the door slides open and a tall dark-haired man wearing a tenchcoat comes in.
"Daddy!" The kids squeal running to their Father with huge smiles on their faces. The leader of the Oniwaban group lifts up his two children, causing them to smile even more and wrap their little arms around his neck.
"You've trained him well, I see." Tsubame jokes with a smile as Aoshi Shinomori walks over to his wife and her friend. The kids jump off their Father and resume with their game, Aoshi quietly sits next to Misao who kisses him lightly on the cheek.
"Where have you been?" Misao asks with a smile, Aoshi just looks at her with a straight face, quietly thinking to himself. "I can't read your mind, you know." Misao puts the Oniwaban leader on the spot, just trying to see if he would crack under pressure. Tsubame pours tea into a cup and softly sets it down in front of him. Tsubame looks over at the door that was hiding Yahiko, his pain seeping through and infecting the air that so wanted to be happy and carefree.
"Lord Aoshi, can you please do me a favor?" Tsubame asks meekly, Aoshi directs his attention to her and nods calmly.
"What do you need me to do?" Aoshi asks as Tsubame looks over at the closed door with a sad look in her eyes.
"I'm worried about him. Ever since Kaoru died he seemed to lose his spirit. Kaoru was the only one left, after Kenshin died. And he doesn't even think that I'm still here. I'm afraid for him, I don't want to lose him but I think he's already lost. I was hoping that you could talk to him for me, try to bring him back." Tsubame says tearing up a little bit, Misao tries to comfort her but it doesn't seem to ease her pain. Aoshi slowly stands up and disappears into Yahiko's room.
He is greeted by silence in the middle of the room, Yahiko Myojin sits quietly in the same position he was when Tsubame came to check on him. The small, bratty swordsman that was usually seen with the reformed battousai and his marry band of loyal follows was now a dark-haired man who was lost to the world trying to get over the grief of loss. "Yahiko," Aoshi simply says folding his legs and sitting in front of the twenty-year- old swordsman, who stared into the vastness of space. "Tsubame is worried about you and I know that they wouldn't want you to be like this. They wouldn't want the memory of them tainted by you sitting in a room, closing yourself off from the world."
Yahiko remains silent, giving Aoshi the distinct impression that he didn't want him there. Aoshi nods quietly, gets up and leaves. He returns to Misao and Tsubame who sit deep in conversion about how life's been with them. Tsubame hears the slight, quiet footsteps of the tall man. She looks over at him with hopefulness that he had gotten through to her swordsman; Aoshi looks quietly at her than walks over to the door. "It's going to be dark, soon. And we have to get to the train before it leaves for Kyoto, I hope you understand if we cut this reunion short." Aoshi says, a defeated look grows on Tsubame's face. She had used the last of her available resources and now there was nothing that could help her husband.
"It's okay. I wouldn't want you missing your train. Good-bye," she says trying to hide her pain and loss of hope. Aoshi helps Misao get to her feet and the two collect their children.
"I'm sorry, we couldn't stay longer." Misao says with a smile hugging the girl and leading her children out. Aoshi nods to the waitress and follows after his family that had changed him dramatically. Tsubame looks after them before going inside and cleaning the sitting room. After watching the sun disappear into the horizon, she walks down the hall eyeing Yahiko's room for a second before disappearing into her own. Yahiko sits in silence, remembering that Aoshi had talked to him and he did nothing.
Why am I feeling sorry for myself? I'm pathetic, as soon as they're gone I'm nothing. Why the hell am I still sitting here? Aoshi said Tsubame needed me, that she was worried. I'm coming, as soon as I my legs wake up. Yahiko thinks to himself shaking out his legs and standing up, leaving behind the sakabato and going to his room that normally shared with his beloved wife. A feeling comes over him as he slides open the door to see everything turned over and Tsubame leaning against the wall. Something red painting the room and over her. "Ya-Yahiko," she forces out with a smile reaching out for him. Yahiko runs over to her, catching her before she falls to the ground. He gently lays her down, trying to hold back the tears.
"Tsubame, I-I'm sorry." Yahiko says choking on his words as she reaches out for his face rubbing her hand on his soft cheek. A smile grows on her face as she looks at him with longing eyes.
"T-There's nothing t-to be so-sorry a-a-about, L-Little Ya-Yahiko." She says smiling with her bloody teeth; she coughs blood escaping from her mouth onto Yahiko's face. "I-I'm so-sorry, that w-we couldn't be to- together m-more." She rubs her fingers over Yahiko's trebling lips as he forms a smile and looks into her eyes.
"Don't worry, we have all the time in the world." He says as tears roll down his face. Her eyes brighten up when he says this but seem to fade away again. I want you to remember me forever, she thinks to herself taking out a small dagger and digging it into his right cheek, drawing a massive amount of blood. Yahiko just allows her to do this, closing his eyes in pain but is greeted back with a bloody kiss.
"I-I'm hap-happy to bear your ch-child," she says sliding her hand on her belly. This makes Yahiko's feelings burst out and he breaks out in tears. "D-Don't cry, we ha-have for-forever." With that Yahiko watches as another person disappears from his life and to make matters worse, it took two lives. Yahiko holds her closely, a river of tears running down his face. After a while, his tears start to run dry as he hears a slight shuffling in the back.
Yahiko slowly looks up from his wife and straight forward. "Did you check back there?" Someone asks pointing to their room, their sword in the sheath at their side as they rummaged through the house.
"Yeah, some lady was back there. But don't worry, I took care of her." The other one laughs patting his sword with pride. A burning fills Yahiko as he stands up and climbs out the window. One of the guys are guarding the front entrance to the Kamiya dojo as the others about ten looted his home.
"Hello, how are you today?" Yahiko asks walking over to him with a fake smile on his face. The guard looks cautiously at the younger man, drawing his sword. "Ahh, I see you have no regard for the law. But at least you have a good choice in sword, robbers, bandits, thieves, and dead men only use concealed swords but you have a Japanese sword." The guard swings at the twenty-year-old who easily catches the blade between his fingers. "I hope you understand, that I will not hold back."
"Good, I've been waiting for a good murder." The guard says with a smile sliding his sword from between Yahiko's fingers.
"As have I," Yahiko says as he jumps into the air and lands behind the man. Elbowing him in the head and taking his sword from him. "A man who cannot use a sword correctly, shouldn't use a sword." With that Yahiko kills the guard without the hesitation a person would usually have. He walks inside of his house with the look of death in his eyes. The bandits turn to the "Tokyo Samurai", all taking out their weapons.
"Who the hell are you?" One of them ask looking into Yahiko's unfearing eyes. Yahiko looks into his eyes and smiles slightly.
"Someone who's not afraid to die," he says as he plows through the weak and frail bodies, missing all but one. The man who killed Tsubame and their unborn child stands surrounded by the bodies of his fallen compadres.
"Please, I beg of you. Don't kill me," he cries getting on his knees in front of the new battousai. Yahiko looks down on him with anger burning within him but also extreme remorse. He had just killed eleven men and was about to kill one more.
"Is that what she said, when you killed her?" Yahiko asks with a tear running down his face. The man takes the tear as a sign of weakness and attacks him. The two men stand quietly in front of each other, both staring off into space. "A man who kills a defenseless woman, deserves death more than any other." The man falls to the ground and blood rushes from Yahiko's already cut right cheek. He rubs the cross-shaped wound that was what Kenshin had.
"Kenshin will never escape his legacy," Yahiko says to himself taking the sword that killed his wife and sheathing it. And I will have the burden of it, he thinks to himself standing up taking one look around before disappearing in the darkness of the streets.
To Be Continued...
GT: What did you think? This chapter is kinda dragging but the others will be better. And what's better is that more characters are going to be coming in. Like Soujiro, Enishi, and lots of new characters like Miki and Lan. Anyway, please read the next chapters because a lot will be happening. And what did you think of me making Aoshi a family man and married to Misao? Please Review! For the sake of my self-esteem!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that could be used against me in a court of law.
Chapter 1: Forces That Drive
Tsubame quietly looks in on the young dark-haired swordsman, who sat quietly in the middle of the room. His legs neatly folded beneath him and Kenshin's sakabato lying on the ground in front of him. He had been sitting there quietly ever since Kaoru had died sleeping on his lap. "Do you need anything, Yahiko?" She asks meekly as the once boy swordsman sits quietly in the middle of the room. Yahiko remains quiet and frozen in place, as if he had turned into a living statue.
"Misao, Aoshi, and the kids will be arriving soon. Don't you want to have visitors? Maybe you and Aoshi can talk," Tsubame suggests but Yahiko still remains quiet. "It's okay if you don't want to talk, but it would be nice for you to say good-bye to them before they return to Kyoto. I think, it would be good for you." Yahiko just stays quiet, closing his eyes slowly trying to block out Tsubame. The waitress finally gives up and leaves the young swordsman alone.
She doesn't understand. She can never understand. My family is gone and I'm the only one left. Kenshin. Kaoru. Sanosuke. All of them left, two will never return and the other doesn't want to. I'm alone. Yahiko thinks to himself, remembering his last moments with all of them. Why can't we go back to the way things were? Before, they all left. When we were all happy, when we were a family. He remains sitting in silence.
"Lady Tsubame! Lady Tsubame!" Two little kids chime running towards her with open arms and huge grins on their small faces.
"Jinni, Kamui, where's your parents?" She asks with a weak, forced smile, kneeling down and hugging the two siblings. Jinni, mixed up image of her mother and father, inheriting her mother's hair and behavior points over to a very pregnant Misao who waddles towards them.
"How are you, Tsubame?" Misao asks with a smile as Jinni starts chasing after her younger brother, who was the spitting image of their father only with a much kinder look in his eyes and a smile on his face.
"I'm trying to get by," she answers as the two women walk to sit in the shade, watching the two kids chase each other. "How's Aoshi?"
"Late," Misao jokes sitting uncomfortably on the porch. "How's Yahiko? I hear he's taking it pretty hard." Tsubame looks at the ground, this was not the subject she wanted to talk about.
"He's getting by, he's been in his room ever since Kaoru's death. It's a daily task to get him to open the door, let alone eat regularly." Tsubame explains as the door slides open and a tall dark-haired man wearing a tenchcoat comes in.
"Daddy!" The kids squeal running to their Father with huge smiles on their faces. The leader of the Oniwaban group lifts up his two children, causing them to smile even more and wrap their little arms around his neck.
"You've trained him well, I see." Tsubame jokes with a smile as Aoshi Shinomori walks over to his wife and her friend. The kids jump off their Father and resume with their game, Aoshi quietly sits next to Misao who kisses him lightly on the cheek.
"Where have you been?" Misao asks with a smile, Aoshi just looks at her with a straight face, quietly thinking to himself. "I can't read your mind, you know." Misao puts the Oniwaban leader on the spot, just trying to see if he would crack under pressure. Tsubame pours tea into a cup and softly sets it down in front of him. Tsubame looks over at the door that was hiding Yahiko, his pain seeping through and infecting the air that so wanted to be happy and carefree.
"Lord Aoshi, can you please do me a favor?" Tsubame asks meekly, Aoshi directs his attention to her and nods calmly.
"What do you need me to do?" Aoshi asks as Tsubame looks over at the closed door with a sad look in her eyes.
"I'm worried about him. Ever since Kaoru died he seemed to lose his spirit. Kaoru was the only one left, after Kenshin died. And he doesn't even think that I'm still here. I'm afraid for him, I don't want to lose him but I think he's already lost. I was hoping that you could talk to him for me, try to bring him back." Tsubame says tearing up a little bit, Misao tries to comfort her but it doesn't seem to ease her pain. Aoshi slowly stands up and disappears into Yahiko's room.
He is greeted by silence in the middle of the room, Yahiko Myojin sits quietly in the same position he was when Tsubame came to check on him. The small, bratty swordsman that was usually seen with the reformed battousai and his marry band of loyal follows was now a dark-haired man who was lost to the world trying to get over the grief of loss. "Yahiko," Aoshi simply says folding his legs and sitting in front of the twenty-year- old swordsman, who stared into the vastness of space. "Tsubame is worried about you and I know that they wouldn't want you to be like this. They wouldn't want the memory of them tainted by you sitting in a room, closing yourself off from the world."
Yahiko remains silent, giving Aoshi the distinct impression that he didn't want him there. Aoshi nods quietly, gets up and leaves. He returns to Misao and Tsubame who sit deep in conversion about how life's been with them. Tsubame hears the slight, quiet footsteps of the tall man. She looks over at him with hopefulness that he had gotten through to her swordsman; Aoshi looks quietly at her than walks over to the door. "It's going to be dark, soon. And we have to get to the train before it leaves for Kyoto, I hope you understand if we cut this reunion short." Aoshi says, a defeated look grows on Tsubame's face. She had used the last of her available resources and now there was nothing that could help her husband.
"It's okay. I wouldn't want you missing your train. Good-bye," she says trying to hide her pain and loss of hope. Aoshi helps Misao get to her feet and the two collect their children.
"I'm sorry, we couldn't stay longer." Misao says with a smile hugging the girl and leading her children out. Aoshi nods to the waitress and follows after his family that had changed him dramatically. Tsubame looks after them before going inside and cleaning the sitting room. After watching the sun disappear into the horizon, she walks down the hall eyeing Yahiko's room for a second before disappearing into her own. Yahiko sits in silence, remembering that Aoshi had talked to him and he did nothing.
Why am I feeling sorry for myself? I'm pathetic, as soon as they're gone I'm nothing. Why the hell am I still sitting here? Aoshi said Tsubame needed me, that she was worried. I'm coming, as soon as I my legs wake up. Yahiko thinks to himself shaking out his legs and standing up, leaving behind the sakabato and going to his room that normally shared with his beloved wife. A feeling comes over him as he slides open the door to see everything turned over and Tsubame leaning against the wall. Something red painting the room and over her. "Ya-Yahiko," she forces out with a smile reaching out for him. Yahiko runs over to her, catching her before she falls to the ground. He gently lays her down, trying to hold back the tears.
"Tsubame, I-I'm sorry." Yahiko says choking on his words as she reaches out for his face rubbing her hand on his soft cheek. A smile grows on her face as she looks at him with longing eyes.
"T-There's nothing t-to be so-sorry a-a-about, L-Little Ya-Yahiko." She says smiling with her bloody teeth; she coughs blood escaping from her mouth onto Yahiko's face. "I-I'm so-sorry, that w-we couldn't be to- together m-more." She rubs her fingers over Yahiko's trebling lips as he forms a smile and looks into her eyes.
"Don't worry, we have all the time in the world." He says as tears roll down his face. Her eyes brighten up when he says this but seem to fade away again. I want you to remember me forever, she thinks to herself taking out a small dagger and digging it into his right cheek, drawing a massive amount of blood. Yahiko just allows her to do this, closing his eyes in pain but is greeted back with a bloody kiss.
"I-I'm hap-happy to bear your ch-child," she says sliding her hand on her belly. This makes Yahiko's feelings burst out and he breaks out in tears. "D-Don't cry, we ha-have for-forever." With that Yahiko watches as another person disappears from his life and to make matters worse, it took two lives. Yahiko holds her closely, a river of tears running down his face. After a while, his tears start to run dry as he hears a slight shuffling in the back.
Yahiko slowly looks up from his wife and straight forward. "Did you check back there?" Someone asks pointing to their room, their sword in the sheath at their side as they rummaged through the house.
"Yeah, some lady was back there. But don't worry, I took care of her." The other one laughs patting his sword with pride. A burning fills Yahiko as he stands up and climbs out the window. One of the guys are guarding the front entrance to the Kamiya dojo as the others about ten looted his home.
"Hello, how are you today?" Yahiko asks walking over to him with a fake smile on his face. The guard looks cautiously at the younger man, drawing his sword. "Ahh, I see you have no regard for the law. But at least you have a good choice in sword, robbers, bandits, thieves, and dead men only use concealed swords but you have a Japanese sword." The guard swings at the twenty-year-old who easily catches the blade between his fingers. "I hope you understand, that I will not hold back."
"Good, I've been waiting for a good murder." The guard says with a smile sliding his sword from between Yahiko's fingers.
"As have I," Yahiko says as he jumps into the air and lands behind the man. Elbowing him in the head and taking his sword from him. "A man who cannot use a sword correctly, shouldn't use a sword." With that Yahiko kills the guard without the hesitation a person would usually have. He walks inside of his house with the look of death in his eyes. The bandits turn to the "Tokyo Samurai", all taking out their weapons.
"Who the hell are you?" One of them ask looking into Yahiko's unfearing eyes. Yahiko looks into his eyes and smiles slightly.
"Someone who's not afraid to die," he says as he plows through the weak and frail bodies, missing all but one. The man who killed Tsubame and their unborn child stands surrounded by the bodies of his fallen compadres.
"Please, I beg of you. Don't kill me," he cries getting on his knees in front of the new battousai. Yahiko looks down on him with anger burning within him but also extreme remorse. He had just killed eleven men and was about to kill one more.
"Is that what she said, when you killed her?" Yahiko asks with a tear running down his face. The man takes the tear as a sign of weakness and attacks him. The two men stand quietly in front of each other, both staring off into space. "A man who kills a defenseless woman, deserves death more than any other." The man falls to the ground and blood rushes from Yahiko's already cut right cheek. He rubs the cross-shaped wound that was what Kenshin had.
"Kenshin will never escape his legacy," Yahiko says to himself taking the sword that killed his wife and sheathing it. And I will have the burden of it, he thinks to himself standing up taking one look around before disappearing in the darkness of the streets.
To Be Continued...
GT: What did you think? This chapter is kinda dragging but the others will be better. And what's better is that more characters are going to be coming in. Like Soujiro, Enishi, and lots of new characters like Miki and Lan. Anyway, please read the next chapters because a lot will be happening. And what did you think of me making Aoshi a family man and married to Misao? Please Review! For the sake of my self-esteem!