GT: Hello everyone. This is the second chapter of Hitokiri Battousai. You can expect great things because I did research. Anyway, here ya'll go!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that can be used against me in a court of law. But I do own Miki and Lan.
Chapter 2: Chain of Memories
The chain of murders following the Kamiya dojo massacre littered the news and daily gossip. Bandits gruesomely murdered along with the pregnant woman married to the late Yahiko Myoujin who was supposed dead. "What is it tonight?" A person asks standing on the roof of a housing building that outlined a state building. He looks down at the seemingly sleeping, younger man who had been hired a couple months before.
"Don't talk to that guy, he doesn't talk. I think he's a mute," one of the others say joining the two on the roof. "All he does is get the job done and than he just leaves." The guy explains as the first guy looks down at the dark-haired man who looks intently at the large building. He stands up; his eyes fixed on the building.
"It's twelve, let's get going." Some from inside says to them with a gleeful smile, sliding on a black mask. "It's a high profile polictian, so we got to go in quick and quiet. Hopefully, we don't get found." The other two nod in reply, slipping on their masks as well.
"Kenshin, get ready." The second guy says turning to the dark-haired man who had disappeared from the roof.
"Where the hell did he go?" The first guy asks with a puzzled look on his face. The two of them notice someone running across the courtyard to the building. "HE'S GOING TO GET HIMSELF KILLED!"
"I guess we go," the second guy says jumping to join their leader on the attack. The group of terrorists follow the much younger and faster man as he slices through the guards with incredible ease. A familiar crimson liquid painting the ground where the bodies fell.
"He's not human," one of the guards say watching the twenty-year-old murderer use something he learned by just watching, Amakakeru Ryu no Hirameki. He watches as the battousai makes his way leaving behind a wave of bodies.
"He's Himura Battousai! RUN!" One of the guards conclude as he remembers him draw his sword with the Battou Jutsu. All the guards get a frightened look on their faces as they all scatter in different directions, leaving the polication to his fate. Inside a once well-guarded room, Juru Hankyu sips hot tea quietly.
"What the hell is going on?" He asks himself looking out the window, noticing his guards fleeing for their worthless lives. He gets a shocked look on his face, dropping his teacup.
"Sad, isn't it?" Someone asks from behind him. The fat, elderly polication slowly turns around to see the young swordsman stand at the doorway completely calm. Juru stifles a cry as he looks into the man's cold eyes.
"Please, please. Don't kill me. I don't wanna die," Juru pleads getting on his knees, crying like a newborn baby. The swordsman known to many as Himura Battousai stares down at the old man. Pathetic, he thinks to himself as playbacks of all the murders he committed play in his mind like a horrible moving picture show. To die out the pain, he brings down his blade on the old man. Blood spurting out of the arteries of the neck and painting the eggshell white walls red. Two people run up from behind him, removing their black masks.
"Good job," one of them say happily studying the clean cut beheading. He looks over at the world-renowned Battousai who looks defeated. The dark-haired hitokiri turns to the doorway and disappears down the hall. "Where's he going?"
"KENSHIN! KENSHIN! Where the hell do ya think youse going? We havta finish the job!" One of the other members say as "Kenshin" walks quietly passed them, cleaning off his blade.
"I'm not Kenshin Himura," the dark-haired man says as they watch him leave with a new mission on his mind. I'm going to get my life back, he thinks to himself as he walks through the sea of bodies, leaving behind a year of his life.
-Four Months Later-
He had somehow got unnoticed by anyone living near the Kamiya dojo. He had spent a year killing people and returned to the place he grew up a new person. Kenji Himura had disappeared somewhere, but it didn't matter to him at the moment. "I'm home," he says to himself leaning against the wall and sinking to the ground. But I'm not worthy of being home, he thinks to himself as he sets down the blade of his beloved wife's murderer.
He puts his hands over his head, emotions building up inside him. "Oh God," he says as tears stream down his face. Sunlight softly shining through the paper-thin doors and stretching to were he sat crying himself to sleep. The twenty-year-old slowly opened his eyes only to be greeted by darkness.
"Yahiko," someone calls softly from further in the house. He forces himself to stand but and searches the house for the person. "Yahiko." He stops at a familiar door and slowly slides it open; he turns on a lamp. "Yahiko." Tsubame sits in the middle of the room, holding a small bundle in her arms.
"Tsubame?" He asks slowly walking over to his supposable dead wife, who gently rocks a small baby in her arms.
"Yahiko, where have you been? You haven't been home in so long. We've been getting worried," she says as Yahiko just stares longingly in her eyes.
"We?" He asks his stare unwavering and almost in pure shock. He reaches out and moves her dark hair out of her face.
"Yeah, Kaoru, Kenshin, Shinya, and I." She answers as Yahiko starts to realize what was happening.
"Shinya?" He asks as he notices a cooing baby in her arms who stares up at him with big, beautiful brown eyes and a unforgettable smile on the child's face. The baby reaches out its small, cubby arms to him.
"Did you forget about your son while you were gone?" Tsubame asks with an annoyed tone in her voice. Yahiko doesn't answer but gently kisses his wife on the cheek. "Yahiko?"
"I'm so lost without you. Without Kaoru. Or Kenshin. I need help, I need you. Why'd you have to go?" Yahiko asks crying like he was when he was younger and trying to remember his parents. Tsubame strokes his dark- hair as he lay down on the mattress, holding the pillow tightly to his chest.
"Everything will work out just fine, Little Yahiko." Tsubame says calmly as her voice rocks him back into a restful slumber.
"Ayame, someone's here!" He hears someone yell from the sitting room. He listens to gentle running of socks come down the hall and stop at the open door.
"Suzume! Stay where you are! I'll look and see if anything is missing!" The much older Ayame says running to where her younger sister stood.
"It's Yahiko," Suzume says pointing at the waking man who rubs his eyes and smile at the two teenage girls.
"Good morning," he says smiling. Ayame gasps nearly at tears, while Suzume jumps at him and hugs him tightly.
"Yahiko!" She shouts happily hugging him. Ayame runs off to get one of the people that came with them. While Suzume suffocates the returned Yahiko, Ayame comes back with a familiar Secret Police Officer.
"I was dragged here because I couldn't understand shuttering," Saitou says as he notices Yahiko turning red from lack of air.
"Get her offa me," he chokes out as Ayame drags her younger sister off of Yahiko.
"We'll leave you two to catch up," Ayame says dragging her little sister off to get Megumi from the house.
"How have you been?" Saitou asks as he joins Yahiko on the ground. Yahiko looks at him with a guilty look on his face, his cross-shaped hidden by the shadows on his face.
"Next you're going to ask me if I'm involved with the reappearance of Himura Battousai," Yahiko says with a sarcastic tone. Saitou looks at the young man questioningly.
"Well, are you?" The aging wolf asks an intrigated smile growing on his face. Yahiko glares at the much older police officer.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Yahiko says with a sly smile. He stands up and walks over to the door. Grabbing Kenshin's sakabato, not looking back at Saitou. "Tell them that I'm sorry for not saying good-bye."
"Where are you going?" Saitou asks studying the man curiously. Yahiko slightly smiles at a nice thought.
"I have to go find myself. I lost myself when Kaoru, Kenshin, and Tsubame died so now I think I owe it to them that I try." Yahiko says attaching Kenshin's sakabato to his side and leaving Saitou alone. Yahiko walks down the dirt street disappearing in the large crowd. Becoming a wanderer, like Kenshin. Yahiko traveled almost peacefully as he passed unfamiliar faces, his destination unknown. He walks passed familiar older man, where he knew him from he did not know. He just knew that he knew him from somewhere.
"You there!" A police officer shouts the two men look over with a surprised look on their faces. "This is the Meiji era and there's a ban on swords. Or did you forget?" Yahiko looks down at his sakabato and the other man at his own. They both look back at the police officer who notices two swordsmen and one with a very distinctive scar that had recently reappeared in the paper.
"It's the battousai!" Someone from the crowd shouts as the police officer approaches Yahiko, placing his hand over the handle of his sword. The other swordsman man looks around questioningly, his hand also on the handle getting into a semi-defensive stance.
"Are you Himura Battousai?" The police officer asks glaring at the young man who was now the center of everyone's attention.
"This one is Yahiko Myoujin," he answers trying to get into the Kenshin side of his actions. The police officer studies the scar on his right cheek and shoves him to the ground.
"This one is an idiot!" The police officer shouts getting angry and unsheathing his sword. The crowd moves back as the officer places the cold metal against his throat. The other swordsman also unsheathes his sword and prepares to get on the offense.
"Do not start an unnessacary fight," the other swordsman says calmly getting ready to attack the police officer. The officer laughs tauntingly at the other swordsman who had taken out a sakabato.
"A sakabato? Do think that little of me?" The officer asks maniacally, pressing the blade closer to Yahiko's neck slightly drawing blood.
"Please forgive the pain," the other swordsman says to the officer. "Shun Ten Satsu!" Yahiko watches the other swordsman disappear into a burst of speed. And a second later, the officer falls unconius to the ground. Bleeding but not dead; standing over him was the swordsman putting away his sword. "Are you all right?" He helps Yahiko get to his feet and Yahiko dusts off. "You've grown, haven't you?"
"Who are you?" Yahiko asks trying to remember where he knew the dark blue-haired swordsman from. The man smiles softly at him before starting to walk off. "You know, not answering a question is rude!"
"Follow me," the swordsman says softly leading Yahiko off to the riverbank. The swordsman stops and turns to him with a smile. "We're being followed." Yahiko turns around to see a girl standing at the top of the hill, holding a large covered weapon.
"Can you answer my question before Girlie comes down here?" Yahiko asks rather impatiently. The dark-haired man smiles at him, putting up his shoulder length hair.
"I am Soujirou Seta," the swordsman answers with a large smile, getting ready to fight the girl. Yahiko looks up at the rather small girl, both horizontally and vertically. A wicked looking smile grows on the girl's face as she sets down the rather big object and takes out a medium sized shuriken from its place on her back. She whips it through the air at the two men. Yahiko dunks out of its way and so does Soujirou.
"Why is she attacking?" Yahiko asks as Soujirou runs at the young teenage girl, who performs an excellent show of back flips landing next to the large covered weapon. Yahiko watches in pure amazement as the white covers fall to the ground to reveal...
GT: What does the cover reveal? Who is the girl? All and more will be answered in the next chapter. Enishi join the others in the next chapter! And Yahiko and his team will go against someone they have only heard in scary stories...the first appearance of The Merchant of Death!!! Please Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that can be used against me in a court of law. But I do own Miki and Lan.
Chapter 2: Chain of Memories
The chain of murders following the Kamiya dojo massacre littered the news and daily gossip. Bandits gruesomely murdered along with the pregnant woman married to the late Yahiko Myoujin who was supposed dead. "What is it tonight?" A person asks standing on the roof of a housing building that outlined a state building. He looks down at the seemingly sleeping, younger man who had been hired a couple months before.
"Don't talk to that guy, he doesn't talk. I think he's a mute," one of the others say joining the two on the roof. "All he does is get the job done and than he just leaves." The guy explains as the first guy looks down at the dark-haired man who looks intently at the large building. He stands up; his eyes fixed on the building.
"It's twelve, let's get going." Some from inside says to them with a gleeful smile, sliding on a black mask. "It's a high profile polictian, so we got to go in quick and quiet. Hopefully, we don't get found." The other two nod in reply, slipping on their masks as well.
"Kenshin, get ready." The second guy says turning to the dark-haired man who had disappeared from the roof.
"Where the hell did he go?" The first guy asks with a puzzled look on his face. The two of them notice someone running across the courtyard to the building. "HE'S GOING TO GET HIMSELF KILLED!"
"I guess we go," the second guy says jumping to join their leader on the attack. The group of terrorists follow the much younger and faster man as he slices through the guards with incredible ease. A familiar crimson liquid painting the ground where the bodies fell.
"He's not human," one of the guards say watching the twenty-year-old murderer use something he learned by just watching, Amakakeru Ryu no Hirameki. He watches as the battousai makes his way leaving behind a wave of bodies.
"He's Himura Battousai! RUN!" One of the guards conclude as he remembers him draw his sword with the Battou Jutsu. All the guards get a frightened look on their faces as they all scatter in different directions, leaving the polication to his fate. Inside a once well-guarded room, Juru Hankyu sips hot tea quietly.
"What the hell is going on?" He asks himself looking out the window, noticing his guards fleeing for their worthless lives. He gets a shocked look on his face, dropping his teacup.
"Sad, isn't it?" Someone asks from behind him. The fat, elderly polication slowly turns around to see the young swordsman stand at the doorway completely calm. Juru stifles a cry as he looks into the man's cold eyes.
"Please, please. Don't kill me. I don't wanna die," Juru pleads getting on his knees, crying like a newborn baby. The swordsman known to many as Himura Battousai stares down at the old man. Pathetic, he thinks to himself as playbacks of all the murders he committed play in his mind like a horrible moving picture show. To die out the pain, he brings down his blade on the old man. Blood spurting out of the arteries of the neck and painting the eggshell white walls red. Two people run up from behind him, removing their black masks.
"Good job," one of them say happily studying the clean cut beheading. He looks over at the world-renowned Battousai who looks defeated. The dark-haired hitokiri turns to the doorway and disappears down the hall. "Where's he going?"
"KENSHIN! KENSHIN! Where the hell do ya think youse going? We havta finish the job!" One of the other members say as "Kenshin" walks quietly passed them, cleaning off his blade.
"I'm not Kenshin Himura," the dark-haired man says as they watch him leave with a new mission on his mind. I'm going to get my life back, he thinks to himself as he walks through the sea of bodies, leaving behind a year of his life.
-Four Months Later-
He had somehow got unnoticed by anyone living near the Kamiya dojo. He had spent a year killing people and returned to the place he grew up a new person. Kenji Himura had disappeared somewhere, but it didn't matter to him at the moment. "I'm home," he says to himself leaning against the wall and sinking to the ground. But I'm not worthy of being home, he thinks to himself as he sets down the blade of his beloved wife's murderer.
He puts his hands over his head, emotions building up inside him. "Oh God," he says as tears stream down his face. Sunlight softly shining through the paper-thin doors and stretching to were he sat crying himself to sleep. The twenty-year-old slowly opened his eyes only to be greeted by darkness.
"Yahiko," someone calls softly from further in the house. He forces himself to stand but and searches the house for the person. "Yahiko." He stops at a familiar door and slowly slides it open; he turns on a lamp. "Yahiko." Tsubame sits in the middle of the room, holding a small bundle in her arms.
"Tsubame?" He asks slowly walking over to his supposable dead wife, who gently rocks a small baby in her arms.
"Yahiko, where have you been? You haven't been home in so long. We've been getting worried," she says as Yahiko just stares longingly in her eyes.
"We?" He asks his stare unwavering and almost in pure shock. He reaches out and moves her dark hair out of her face.
"Yeah, Kaoru, Kenshin, Shinya, and I." She answers as Yahiko starts to realize what was happening.
"Shinya?" He asks as he notices a cooing baby in her arms who stares up at him with big, beautiful brown eyes and a unforgettable smile on the child's face. The baby reaches out its small, cubby arms to him.
"Did you forget about your son while you were gone?" Tsubame asks with an annoyed tone in her voice. Yahiko doesn't answer but gently kisses his wife on the cheek. "Yahiko?"
"I'm so lost without you. Without Kaoru. Or Kenshin. I need help, I need you. Why'd you have to go?" Yahiko asks crying like he was when he was younger and trying to remember his parents. Tsubame strokes his dark- hair as he lay down on the mattress, holding the pillow tightly to his chest.
"Everything will work out just fine, Little Yahiko." Tsubame says calmly as her voice rocks him back into a restful slumber.
"Ayame, someone's here!" He hears someone yell from the sitting room. He listens to gentle running of socks come down the hall and stop at the open door.
"Suzume! Stay where you are! I'll look and see if anything is missing!" The much older Ayame says running to where her younger sister stood.
"It's Yahiko," Suzume says pointing at the waking man who rubs his eyes and smile at the two teenage girls.
"Good morning," he says smiling. Ayame gasps nearly at tears, while Suzume jumps at him and hugs him tightly.
"Yahiko!" She shouts happily hugging him. Ayame runs off to get one of the people that came with them. While Suzume suffocates the returned Yahiko, Ayame comes back with a familiar Secret Police Officer.
"I was dragged here because I couldn't understand shuttering," Saitou says as he notices Yahiko turning red from lack of air.
"Get her offa me," he chokes out as Ayame drags her younger sister off of Yahiko.
"We'll leave you two to catch up," Ayame says dragging her little sister off to get Megumi from the house.
"How have you been?" Saitou asks as he joins Yahiko on the ground. Yahiko looks at him with a guilty look on his face, his cross-shaped hidden by the shadows on his face.
"Next you're going to ask me if I'm involved with the reappearance of Himura Battousai," Yahiko says with a sarcastic tone. Saitou looks at the young man questioningly.
"Well, are you?" The aging wolf asks an intrigated smile growing on his face. Yahiko glares at the much older police officer.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Yahiko says with a sly smile. He stands up and walks over to the door. Grabbing Kenshin's sakabato, not looking back at Saitou. "Tell them that I'm sorry for not saying good-bye."
"Where are you going?" Saitou asks studying the man curiously. Yahiko slightly smiles at a nice thought.
"I have to go find myself. I lost myself when Kaoru, Kenshin, and Tsubame died so now I think I owe it to them that I try." Yahiko says attaching Kenshin's sakabato to his side and leaving Saitou alone. Yahiko walks down the dirt street disappearing in the large crowd. Becoming a wanderer, like Kenshin. Yahiko traveled almost peacefully as he passed unfamiliar faces, his destination unknown. He walks passed familiar older man, where he knew him from he did not know. He just knew that he knew him from somewhere.
"You there!" A police officer shouts the two men look over with a surprised look on their faces. "This is the Meiji era and there's a ban on swords. Or did you forget?" Yahiko looks down at his sakabato and the other man at his own. They both look back at the police officer who notices two swordsmen and one with a very distinctive scar that had recently reappeared in the paper.
"It's the battousai!" Someone from the crowd shouts as the police officer approaches Yahiko, placing his hand over the handle of his sword. The other swordsman man looks around questioningly, his hand also on the handle getting into a semi-defensive stance.
"Are you Himura Battousai?" The police officer asks glaring at the young man who was now the center of everyone's attention.
"This one is Yahiko Myoujin," he answers trying to get into the Kenshin side of his actions. The police officer studies the scar on his right cheek and shoves him to the ground.
"This one is an idiot!" The police officer shouts getting angry and unsheathing his sword. The crowd moves back as the officer places the cold metal against his throat. The other swordsman also unsheathes his sword and prepares to get on the offense.
"Do not start an unnessacary fight," the other swordsman says calmly getting ready to attack the police officer. The officer laughs tauntingly at the other swordsman who had taken out a sakabato.
"A sakabato? Do think that little of me?" The officer asks maniacally, pressing the blade closer to Yahiko's neck slightly drawing blood.
"Please forgive the pain," the other swordsman says to the officer. "Shun Ten Satsu!" Yahiko watches the other swordsman disappear into a burst of speed. And a second later, the officer falls unconius to the ground. Bleeding but not dead; standing over him was the swordsman putting away his sword. "Are you all right?" He helps Yahiko get to his feet and Yahiko dusts off. "You've grown, haven't you?"
"Who are you?" Yahiko asks trying to remember where he knew the dark blue-haired swordsman from. The man smiles softly at him before starting to walk off. "You know, not answering a question is rude!"
"Follow me," the swordsman says softly leading Yahiko off to the riverbank. The swordsman stops and turns to him with a smile. "We're being followed." Yahiko turns around to see a girl standing at the top of the hill, holding a large covered weapon.
"Can you answer my question before Girlie comes down here?" Yahiko asks rather impatiently. The dark-haired man smiles at him, putting up his shoulder length hair.
"I am Soujirou Seta," the swordsman answers with a large smile, getting ready to fight the girl. Yahiko looks up at the rather small girl, both horizontally and vertically. A wicked looking smile grows on the girl's face as she sets down the rather big object and takes out a medium sized shuriken from its place on her back. She whips it through the air at the two men. Yahiko dunks out of its way and so does Soujirou.
"Why is she attacking?" Yahiko asks as Soujirou runs at the young teenage girl, who performs an excellent show of back flips landing next to the large covered weapon. Yahiko watches in pure amazement as the white covers fall to the ground to reveal...
GT: What does the cover reveal? Who is the girl? All and more will be answered in the next chapter. Enishi join the others in the next chapter! And Yahiko and his team will go against someone they have only heard in scary stories...the first appearance of The Merchant of Death!!! Please Review!