Heart of the Broken Sword

Kenshin: Steps into spotlight and taps a microphone Ummmm... Testing...Testing...One, Two, Three...Okay. Sora doesn't own any Rurouni Kenshin characters like myself, that she doesn't...So don't send your big, scary lawyers. But the plot is one hundred percent hers, that it is! And please, go easy on her. It's her first RK fanfiction ever, but enjoy the story!

Chapter I: Just a Weapon

You came into the threshold of another starless night of fear,

You're running from the demons that would drag you down again

Illusions of the world are spinning out of time and frame

And synchronicity...

"Someone help me!! Anyone!! Please!!"

A young lady ran through the rain slick pathway, darting through the sad and solemn buildings that served as the only obstacles between her and the lunatic chasing her. No signs of other people were to be found, and none of the businesses seemed to be open so that she could safely hide from him. The situation appeared hopeless, but her will was overworking her frail and cold body, allowing her to keep running; the menacing villain trying to get her was most likely trying to take her life with the twin wakazashis.

"Come back here!!"

The girl made a hard turn between two dark buildings and realized that she was stuck in an alley...just her luck. She frantically searched for anything to hide in...a garbage can, a box, anything...but she could find nothing. She could only watch as the evil dude was coming, stiff and paralyzed, in utter fear...

"Now girl, accept your punishment!!"

She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for her demise, but the blow was never delivered. Instead, she heard a faint yell of agony and the sickening crack of a corpse hitting the cold, wet pavement. After willing herself to open her eyes, in front of her she saw a young man with flawless white hair, now soaked and wet with rain water, pulled back into a long ponytail. His body was small and lean, covered in black leather clothing. His eyes were violet, but they had no life in them, and they were only empty and dark as if his soul had been taken away from him. In his right hand, there was a bloodstained katana slowly being washed by the rain. She could only stare at him, hoping that he had saved her.

"W-Why did you...?" She asked timidly.

"You cannot escape the blood once you've killed so many. It would not have mattered if I had killed one more or not." He replied flatly.

She was about to reply, but she saw blood dripping down his left arm. She was surprised he had any in him, being so pale. It looked as if he had never seen sunlight...but, nevertheless the young woman was concerned.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"No." He simply stated.

He brought up his arm to look at it, but he didn't try to do anything to tend it; he stared at it blankly as the rain started to wash away some of it.

There is no such thing as physical pain, only emotional. It's all in our heads. We let our emotions get the better of us as soon as we see a wound. I don't feel any pain because I have no emotions to wallow in. Emotions are the weakness of the heart, and it will someday wipe out the human race...a weapon such as myself shouldn't have any so-called 'feelings', not even a will of my own; my soul, my heart, and my body shall be as the steel of a katana...a weapon that has no will, only a waster to wield it and a sharp edge..." He said in a monotone voice.

The girl wanted to cry at this man's pitiful state as she sat there, becoming more soaked in the rain. Her train of thought was however broken when the young man held out his left hand toward her. She glanced down at it in more shock; on that arm was kanji carved into it, and the lines were thin as if someone used a safety pin or a box cutter. She gasped at it in horror, and looked at him with pain filled eyes. He stared at her as if he could read her feelings through her eyes.

"My mother did that to me when I was but a child... however it's not healing. Don't worry about it. Just take my hand and I'll take you home."

Before she did anything, she attempted to read the Kanji on his arm. She could only make out some of it, since the rest was covered in blood.

"The lone sakura is...my name?"

The man looked at her, and his expression never loosened but he stared at the cut and looked at her again. He slowly took his hand into his, squeezing it a little; it frightened her because he was as cold as ice, but something inside told he that he wasn't going to hurt her.

"Listen...you must wake up and when you do...find me."

"Wake...Up....?"

"You won't wake up easily on your own. However, haven't you ever noticed that as soon as you die in a dream, you wake up?"

The young woman blankly stared at him, feeling a little apprehensive. He squeezed his katana, and swiftly stabbed her with it; she let out a gasp of agony and leaned on him, squeezing his shoulder. She had tears in her eyes, taking in short gasps. He pulled it out and dropped it on the ground, hesitantly hugging her softly, unsure of how he could express anything.

"I'm only helping you wake up...I apologize for 'killing' you, but it was a nightmare to begin with. It had to be done...for as of now, I'm dying as well, and this is a telepathic all for assistance. I implore you to find me. I'll be waiting..."

The girl looked up, not understanding what he just said, but grabbing most of it. She slowly nodded her head, and the darkness began to cloud her vision.

"I will find you...I will save you..."

And with that, she woke up.

All these politics

Of life and death

And relevance...

It's my Existence

Kenshin: ...And with that, Chapter one ends. I thank you for reading, that I do. Sora will send the next chapter of this story as soon as she can, so please review and tell her what you think!
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