Author's Note: Hello! This idea I just kind of popped out of no where but I
was curious. I mean how Kenshin acts from Samurai X to Rurouni Kenshin well
that HAD to be a big step cause look how different they are. So decided on
writing about that. I do this little thing where I take one of the quotes
of the chapter and put it as the title, that was just a little FYI. I'll
continue depending on how many reveiws I get. If people like my story more
will go up ^_^. Well sit back enjoy and don't forget to REVIEW!!!!!
Disclaimer: Do I hafta? Oh alright....*mumbles* no I don't earn Rurouni Kenshin or Samurai X or the characters....
From Hitokiri to Rurouni
By: Nevaeh
Chapter 1: "I feel as if I have lost something....something that Kyoto
stole from me."
The cool winter air bit deeply trying to penetrate the cold that had come to wrap this worn and torn city. It was a city that had been caught in a civil war, split in half, burnt at the edges. This once prosperous city had been brought to its knees by that of the Revolution. Those that were innocent had left this city immediately at the first sign of the war. Only those that were either involved or too poor to move away from the danger now remained. Though the war was over, the fun had just started...Much was still to be done, but I had enough of blood.
I turned my back on Kyoto vowing to never return to a town with such blood stained streets. I left no strings tied. I left with only what I wore and the scarf that she gave me....
I cast my wakizashi and katana off for that of a bloodless sword. Sakabatou, a sword of reversed blade, a blade that does not kill. I am unsure of holding such a sword. As a...well, I have always felt that the sword has been part of me. I feel exposed without it. Now, however, this is different, I feel as though it is nothing but a piece of equipment that I decided to dagger along for this long journey. Then that of a reliable source I call upon to take other lives...
This new path is all I have left for me now other than the fate I created out of the sword, but that is not one I wish to walk. I must admit starting this new path I feel as if I have lost something....something that Kyoto stole from me, all I can do is pray that at the end of the road I may find whatever it is...
Author's Note: It has been brought to my attention that I made an error. Mea Culpa! (My Bad!) I do in fact research my stories, just sometimes things like that slip through the cracks. So here is the story corrected. ^_^ *******************************
Disclaimer: Do I hafta? Oh alright....*mumbles* no I don't earn Rurouni Kenshin or Samurai X or the characters....
From Hitokiri to Rurouni
By: Nevaeh
Chapter 1: "I feel as if I have lost something....something that Kyoto
stole from me."
The cool winter air bit deeply trying to penetrate the cold that had come to wrap this worn and torn city. It was a city that had been caught in a civil war, split in half, burnt at the edges. This once prosperous city had been brought to its knees by that of the Revolution. Those that were innocent had left this city immediately at the first sign of the war. Only those that were either involved or too poor to move away from the danger now remained. Though the war was over, the fun had just started...Much was still to be done, but I had enough of blood.
I turned my back on Kyoto vowing to never return to a town with such blood stained streets. I left no strings tied. I left with only what I wore and the scarf that she gave me....
I cast my wakizashi and katana off for that of a bloodless sword. Sakabatou, a sword of reversed blade, a blade that does not kill. I am unsure of holding such a sword. As a...well, I have always felt that the sword has been part of me. I feel exposed without it. Now, however, this is different, I feel as though it is nothing but a piece of equipment that I decided to dagger along for this long journey. Then that of a reliable source I call upon to take other lives...
This new path is all I have left for me now other than the fate I created out of the sword, but that is not one I wish to walk. I must admit starting this new path I feel as if I have lost something....something that Kyoto stole from me, all I can do is pray that at the end of the road I may find whatever it is...
Author's Note: It has been brought to my attention that I made an error. Mea Culpa! (My Bad!) I do in fact research my stories, just sometimes things like that slip through the cracks. So here is the story corrected. ^_^ *******************************