Meta Moon: I have decided to revise the whole story up until chapter six, for obvious reasons if you read it the other times. I hope that it will not be as horrible as the last two times
Disclaimer: I do not own Kenshin and co.
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Kaoru rubbed the sweat off her forehead that had begun to collect in beads around her brows. Her hair was up in a high ponytail tied with a small white piece of cloth that moved with every swing of her bokken. She, even though a girl, would inherit the dojo and title of master of the Kamiya Kasshin Ryu, when her father passed, he did not care much for progeniture. It was quite uncommon for this to happen, so she strived to become stronger despite her mother's wishes to be more ladylike. Kaoru despised cooking only because she was insulted every time by her siblings who said her food could give a dog food poisoning. She loved wearing kimonos but rarely got the chance to since training took up much of her time.
Her violent temper and brashness never fail to surprise anyone who hasn't known her for most of their life. Like her younger brother Amon says all the time, "Sometimes I believe she should've been born a male." It always ended with him having a few new lumps to add to the collection he was gaining. It was thanks to her attitude that thankfully she wasn't married, but it was creepy how she seemed to enjoy torturing her marriage prospects with pranks. While on the subject of younger siblings, Amon was the oldest male at thirteen, Nikita and her brother, Kota were six-year-old twins. Kaoru herself was seventeen.
She stopped her training and leaned on the end of her bokken. The chilly November weather made it hard to practice. It caused her to be stiff so she looked like a scarecrow the way she walked with her hands tightly pressed against her sides and walking with her heels in the air, though she didn't know it. Luckily there was a break in the chilly days so she could go back to her routine. It wasn't until her thoughts on the weather stopped did she noticed something was wrong, she sniffed the air. It was something about the air that didn't smell right. She sniffed again. It smelled like smoke. She looked around, then up, it was coming from the direction of her home.
She grabbed her bokken and hurried to the woods surrounding her training ground. The branches and thorns that Kaoru normally took time to walk around scratched at her arms and face as she ran. Her sandals that were not made for this kind of abuse almost snapped. 'What is going on? Is the dojo on fire. Oh, I hope that everyone's all right.' These thoughts quickly rushed through her head as she ran, until she finally reached the clearing her home was in. What she saw horrified her and made her gasp.
Smoke billowed out of the west wing of it, in thick black clouds. The rest of the dojo was wrecked, many of the planks were broken in half, most of the roof was collapsed as though someone really large had trampled it, the shojo doors were pulled away from their doorways and the screens were torn. There were other things laying on the ground that she could not see from her spot near the shrubbery, so she did not concern herself with them. Large pieces of wood littered the blood splattered ground, almost none were unbroken.
She did a double take, yes, blood covered the ground. She shivered once again, she hoped to Kami that her family wasn't included in the 'things'. Kaoru walked ever so slowly over to the things, careful to not step on any of the wood pieces in case of long splinters that might get stuck in her feet. The girl stopped dead in her tracks, in recognition of her father, by his short spiky hair. Turning him over she saw that he was cut twice, the one on the stomach she guessed was the first blow, the other was at his heart. It wasn't wide, but it had been pierced through his backside. Kaoru found her mother next, the way her clothes were torn she guessed she had been raped and beaten to death for putting up a fight. The sight of her mother was horrendous, seeing the twins condition was even worse. She gasped, quickly covering her mouth, feeling nausea.
Nikita had a very large splinter stuck in her chest as though she had been thrown on it, her blood still pouring out of the wound. She had bruises on her face and her jaw was in an impossible position, it was broken. Burn marks took up nearly every place on her body.
Kota was worse, he had been cut to shreds, his throat was cut as well as both wrists. Deep cuts covered his legs and his left arm was broken. The rest of his body was massacred the same way. A bloody sharp piece of wood nearby was an indication that it was a drawn out death. 'H. . . how could anyone human do this to little kids? What reason did they have for doing this?' Tears pricked at her eyes as she struggled to keep her bile from rising in her throat.
Then she went over to the other body, but she looked over him a while before realizing that it wasn't Amon. She guessed him to be one of the men that was in this. His lungs were pierced. It wasn't her father's style nor her brother's. Their aim was to disarm and to disable the opponent, killing was only done if the enemy refused to stop taking lives. 'He must have refused to do his superior's orders and was killed for it. What happened to Amon though?' Realization coursed through her. 'They took him with them.'
She now collapsed in tears. She may be strong but not that strong. Her mother, father, sister and brother were killed. Her other brother kidnaped and her only home half destroyed. She didn't know what else to do but to keep on crying. When she stopped, it was dark and her body was stiff, her eyes were red and her ivory skin was pink from her dried tears. She was now alone and had no where to stay since her parents had no family alive. Some time during her mourning she had thought about what to do later, and decided to find her brother and get vengeance for her family. Knowing that this was not what her father taught, she felt ashamed but it would not change her decision. 'I cannot call myself master of the Kamiya Kasshin style if my goal is not to protect people.' She scanned the darkness for a sharp piece of wood to soften the ground and one that was like a shovel. She would have to dig some graves.
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Meta: I hope this one is better. I will soon do so to the other three chapters when I have time.
Thanks to the people who review the original chapter even though it sucked worse than this one. Please review.
Vocab: Progeniture- tradition that the oldest son inherits everything his father owns.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kenshin and co.
?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? denotes scene and/or time change also used for indicating the start of a chapter or end
'blah' denotes thoughts
?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Kaoru rubbed the sweat off her forehead that had begun to collect in beads around her brows. Her hair was up in a high ponytail tied with a small white piece of cloth that moved with every swing of her bokken. She, even though a girl, would inherit the dojo and title of master of the Kamiya Kasshin Ryu, when her father passed, he did not care much for progeniture. It was quite uncommon for this to happen, so she strived to become stronger despite her mother's wishes to be more ladylike. Kaoru despised cooking only because she was insulted every time by her siblings who said her food could give a dog food poisoning. She loved wearing kimonos but rarely got the chance to since training took up much of her time.
Her violent temper and brashness never fail to surprise anyone who hasn't known her for most of their life. Like her younger brother Amon says all the time, "Sometimes I believe she should've been born a male." It always ended with him having a few new lumps to add to the collection he was gaining. It was thanks to her attitude that thankfully she wasn't married, but it was creepy how she seemed to enjoy torturing her marriage prospects with pranks. While on the subject of younger siblings, Amon was the oldest male at thirteen, Nikita and her brother, Kota were six-year-old twins. Kaoru herself was seventeen.
She stopped her training and leaned on the end of her bokken. The chilly November weather made it hard to practice. It caused her to be stiff so she looked like a scarecrow the way she walked with her hands tightly pressed against her sides and walking with her heels in the air, though she didn't know it. Luckily there was a break in the chilly days so she could go back to her routine. It wasn't until her thoughts on the weather stopped did she noticed something was wrong, she sniffed the air. It was something about the air that didn't smell right. She sniffed again. It smelled like smoke. She looked around, then up, it was coming from the direction of her home.
She grabbed her bokken and hurried to the woods surrounding her training ground. The branches and thorns that Kaoru normally took time to walk around scratched at her arms and face as she ran. Her sandals that were not made for this kind of abuse almost snapped. 'What is going on? Is the dojo on fire. Oh, I hope that everyone's all right.' These thoughts quickly rushed through her head as she ran, until she finally reached the clearing her home was in. What she saw horrified her and made her gasp.
Smoke billowed out of the west wing of it, in thick black clouds. The rest of the dojo was wrecked, many of the planks were broken in half, most of the roof was collapsed as though someone really large had trampled it, the shojo doors were pulled away from their doorways and the screens were torn. There were other things laying on the ground that she could not see from her spot near the shrubbery, so she did not concern herself with them. Large pieces of wood littered the blood splattered ground, almost none were unbroken.
She did a double take, yes, blood covered the ground. She shivered once again, she hoped to Kami that her family wasn't included in the 'things'. Kaoru walked ever so slowly over to the things, careful to not step on any of the wood pieces in case of long splinters that might get stuck in her feet. The girl stopped dead in her tracks, in recognition of her father, by his short spiky hair. Turning him over she saw that he was cut twice, the one on the stomach she guessed was the first blow, the other was at his heart. It wasn't wide, but it had been pierced through his backside. Kaoru found her mother next, the way her clothes were torn she guessed she had been raped and beaten to death for putting up a fight. The sight of her mother was horrendous, seeing the twins condition was even worse. She gasped, quickly covering her mouth, feeling nausea.
Nikita had a very large splinter stuck in her chest as though she had been thrown on it, her blood still pouring out of the wound. She had bruises on her face and her jaw was in an impossible position, it was broken. Burn marks took up nearly every place on her body.
Kota was worse, he had been cut to shreds, his throat was cut as well as both wrists. Deep cuts covered his legs and his left arm was broken. The rest of his body was massacred the same way. A bloody sharp piece of wood nearby was an indication that it was a drawn out death. 'H. . . how could anyone human do this to little kids? What reason did they have for doing this?' Tears pricked at her eyes as she struggled to keep her bile from rising in her throat.
Then she went over to the other body, but she looked over him a while before realizing that it wasn't Amon. She guessed him to be one of the men that was in this. His lungs were pierced. It wasn't her father's style nor her brother's. Their aim was to disarm and to disable the opponent, killing was only done if the enemy refused to stop taking lives. 'He must have refused to do his superior's orders and was killed for it. What happened to Amon though?' Realization coursed through her. 'They took him with them.'
She now collapsed in tears. She may be strong but not that strong. Her mother, father, sister and brother were killed. Her other brother kidnaped and her only home half destroyed. She didn't know what else to do but to keep on crying. When she stopped, it was dark and her body was stiff, her eyes were red and her ivory skin was pink from her dried tears. She was now alone and had no where to stay since her parents had no family alive. Some time during her mourning she had thought about what to do later, and decided to find her brother and get vengeance for her family. Knowing that this was not what her father taught, she felt ashamed but it would not change her decision. 'I cannot call myself master of the Kamiya Kasshin style if my goal is not to protect people.' She scanned the darkness for a sharp piece of wood to soften the ground and one that was like a shovel. She would have to dig some graves.
?!?!?!?!?!?
Meta: I hope this one is better. I will soon do so to the other three chapters when I have time.
Thanks to the people who review the original chapter even though it sucked worse than this one. Please review.
Vocab: Progeniture- tradition that the oldest son inherits everything his father owns.