Tendrils of sunlight gleamed off of thread-hair.. Shining like burning
coals. The hair was long and silky, unusually lengthy.. especially for a
males hair. This particular man had deep and anxious amber eyes. A veil of
sorrow and remorse hung over him, like a haunting ghost. He walked
drudgingly through the busy streets of Tokyo, deaf to the laughter and
voices of familiar citizens. It didn't seem like there was a particular
destination embedded into his mind. He just wanted to get away. Far from
the memories, the eyes. Those pure blue eyes that seemed to haunt him no
matter where he went. Then.. that smile that shone in his eyes brighter
then the sun its self, out glowing the lovely silver moon. No matter which
street he turned to.. her face was always there, a reminiscence forever
seared into his mind, torturing his broken soul.
His feet didn't stop moving, not even as he reached the outskirts of the city. Dead eyes glanced over the calm water of the gently flowing river. For a minute he was tempted to just continue on his journey, go straight thought he water. down to the murky world beneath it, and embrace the long awaited welcoming death.
But then, something caught his eye. A shadow of his imagination. Memories having been lost and merging with reality. Kaoru.. there she stood, a descended angel in his eyes. Gentle hands that he longed to touch and caress reached out to him. His own hands extended, as their fingertip were about to touch, he could still feel the warmth and love from those soft fingertips. Just a bit further, his eye close, and takes a step to embrace his love. A chilling wind flies by. Confused and anguished eyes open. She's gone.He turns about, confused.. a lost soul wandering the earth. An anguished howl emits from his lips, a wounded animal. Pearls fall from despairing eyes, knees weaken, and he falls to the ground. Grief consuming. A clenched fist beats the ground, thump.. thump.. attempting to split the very earth.
Laughter is heard, a sweet bell like sound, that only reached his ears alone. It seemed to mock him, daring him to find and chase it. It resounded in his ears, echoing and drowning out his thoughts. Kenshin stood, and turned his back from the city that he had once thought of as a home. However, a place is only home, when you have family to make it loving. His body shook with despair, a broken man, haunted by the memories of the past. His feet moved, he had to leave this city, step by step, he continued forward, to a new journey. One that wouldn't end until he found the treasure he sought, the key to his heart and salvation. Kaoru.
Dark.a world so cold
Numb, deaf to the stories told.. Blind and deaf to all the years Nothing to remember, but his fears
There is no light.. no affection Nothing left, that's worth attention. Stars and sun eventually fade Cold like the mud from which he's made..
Darker and darker, colder winter Colder and colder.. till hearts splinter Frozen tears, frost eyes of ice What is the meaning.. of that word.. Nice?
Lost in a void of night No stars to shine, nothing to fight.. Shells of humans, frozen souls. Dark and hard.. nothing but coals
He trudged on, an empty shell of a human, a simpleton now, compared to what he had been in the past, the legendary battossai. On and on he walked, having no particular destination. The once fierce tiger of the night, a swordsman of legends, with the speed of the gods themselves, dulled and tamed by the loss, of yet, another loved one. In his eyes, he had failed once again to save the girl of his dreams. But this time, he wouldn't make the same mistake. Never again would he open his heart to another. The only one who carried a shard of his shattered soul, was gone, and he, journeyed to search for her.
You would think he would be more aggressive in his search. However, guilt and worry gnawed at his mind, slowing his search. And with each step, the doubt grew and grew. But somewhere, deep in the burned ashes, laid tiny shard, burning.. covered. This.. was hope. Or maybe, it was denial, he couldn't quite figure it out. Well.. which ever it was.. it kept him alive, and search.. just barely.
As he wandered, away from the large city of Tokyo, he began to see the faint outlines of small buildings in the horizon. They were mere shadows, as the sun was just setting, right behind the small village. It was a breathtaking sight. The light hitting the windows just right, to make it shimmer, the lake beside the small village glistened. Water silently lapping at the edges of its confines. It was like a town of treasures, small yet glories, a home of kings.
The wanderer made his way towards this village, and approached it, just as the sun began to die away. Only small rosy fingertips left in its wake, soon to withdraw and allow the stars to grace the earth with their presence. And as the sun retreated, the beauty seemed to as well. In it's place, stood a small village, almost abandoned. Roofs needed to be rethatched, and porches rebuilt. Some windows were shattered, but.. it seemed that it was a happy place. On every hut, outlining the edges of the roof, wind chimes were hung, made of glass and silver. This was the source of the beauty he had seen from a distance.
The moon was already starting to rise, a shimmering orb enveloping the night in its cold hug. He needed a place to stay. Somewhere, anywhere would do. It seemed that this place had no inns. He didn't want to trouble anyone, especially not the town's people. It was obvious they had little, and to take what little they did have away, was cruel in his eyes. He didn't deserve the hard deserved food they had, just as he didn't deserve the food Kaoru had fed him.
He would have to make due with the ground tonight. Besides, food wasn't very important. If he starved, then he starved. That meant he'd die, and be happy. He slept through the night, until the moon was about to fall, when he was rudely awakened. A harsh voice woke him up, unusually deep, and seemingly fake. A small gleam of silver caught his eye. It resided by his through, putting a slight pressure there. He could see the hand that held the dagger. It was bound with some gauze, though it didn't look wounded. It was also small.. for a thieves hands.
A single thought ran through his mind. 'foolish..' his hand quickly shot up, wrapped itself around the wrist of the attacker, and jerked it away, flinging whoever was there against a wooden wall. A small yelp was heard. Kenshin glanced over at the person, if he was to die, it was going to be in a fight, because of himself, but.. not by a mere mugging. Small cerulean blue eyes looked up to him, as he stood and toward over the figure.
The small girl grounded, her torn and long ago outgrown cloak hanging in wisps around her. She opened her eyes to look into the face of what was supposed to be her victim. She was young, and rather small for her age, only 8. Beautiful blue eyes that could break any cold heart.. a child that had seen to many horrors. Her dark hair dangled around her face, tangled and dirty from days in the streets. A small whimper fell from her throat, obviously afraid. She didn't expect this event to turn out this way. All she wanted was some money.
The silence was splintered by a snarl, and Kenshin was knocked back, as another small figure knocked into him. This one was slightly bigger then his first attacker. Of course, the fact that he was still in shock at being threatened by an 8 year old, could've contributed to the reason as to why he appeared to seem so weak.
"LEAVE HER ALONE!!" This voice was more masculine. It belonged to a small boy, only around the age of ten. He had messy hair, brown from dirt, and violet eyes. He his arms were well toned, though a bit lean, life on the streets was hard, but kept you in shape. However, food deprivation often makes one a bit bony. However, that could be fixed in time. He stared up at Kenshin's amber eyes, eyes that were similar to the samurai's so long ago. He hissed, a dagger in his hands.. "I won't let you touch her."
Kenshin, was astounded, he didn't know what to do. Here they stood, two children, obviously homeless. Their eyes pierced at him, gnawing at his heart. He didn't know what to feel. Anger..? At who? Was he angry with himself. for still not finding Kaoru? Or was he.. angry at the world. Yes, that was it, he told himself. The world. so cruel.. these children.. orphans..himself.. lost. A small smile tugged at his lips, only to be quickly wiped away. A mask came up upon his face, to hide his despair from the world. He turned. He let go of the boy's hand, and dropped a small sack of money into it. Walking away, he prepared to leave the village. However, something hit the back of his head, clutching it, he turned to find the sack of money on the ground, the little boy was nearby, glowering.
"WE don't need your pity!!!" A small smile fell onto Kenshin's face, the boy reminded him of Yahiko.
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Hope you enjoyed it!! Sorry it was short.
His feet didn't stop moving, not even as he reached the outskirts of the city. Dead eyes glanced over the calm water of the gently flowing river. For a minute he was tempted to just continue on his journey, go straight thought he water. down to the murky world beneath it, and embrace the long awaited welcoming death.
But then, something caught his eye. A shadow of his imagination. Memories having been lost and merging with reality. Kaoru.. there she stood, a descended angel in his eyes. Gentle hands that he longed to touch and caress reached out to him. His own hands extended, as their fingertip were about to touch, he could still feel the warmth and love from those soft fingertips. Just a bit further, his eye close, and takes a step to embrace his love. A chilling wind flies by. Confused and anguished eyes open. She's gone.He turns about, confused.. a lost soul wandering the earth. An anguished howl emits from his lips, a wounded animal. Pearls fall from despairing eyes, knees weaken, and he falls to the ground. Grief consuming. A clenched fist beats the ground, thump.. thump.. attempting to split the very earth.
Laughter is heard, a sweet bell like sound, that only reached his ears alone. It seemed to mock him, daring him to find and chase it. It resounded in his ears, echoing and drowning out his thoughts. Kenshin stood, and turned his back from the city that he had once thought of as a home. However, a place is only home, when you have family to make it loving. His body shook with despair, a broken man, haunted by the memories of the past. His feet moved, he had to leave this city, step by step, he continued forward, to a new journey. One that wouldn't end until he found the treasure he sought, the key to his heart and salvation. Kaoru.
Dark.a world so cold
Numb, deaf to the stories told.. Blind and deaf to all the years Nothing to remember, but his fears
There is no light.. no affection Nothing left, that's worth attention. Stars and sun eventually fade Cold like the mud from which he's made..
Darker and darker, colder winter Colder and colder.. till hearts splinter Frozen tears, frost eyes of ice What is the meaning.. of that word.. Nice?
Lost in a void of night No stars to shine, nothing to fight.. Shells of humans, frozen souls. Dark and hard.. nothing but coals
He trudged on, an empty shell of a human, a simpleton now, compared to what he had been in the past, the legendary battossai. On and on he walked, having no particular destination. The once fierce tiger of the night, a swordsman of legends, with the speed of the gods themselves, dulled and tamed by the loss, of yet, another loved one. In his eyes, he had failed once again to save the girl of his dreams. But this time, he wouldn't make the same mistake. Never again would he open his heart to another. The only one who carried a shard of his shattered soul, was gone, and he, journeyed to search for her.
You would think he would be more aggressive in his search. However, guilt and worry gnawed at his mind, slowing his search. And with each step, the doubt grew and grew. But somewhere, deep in the burned ashes, laid tiny shard, burning.. covered. This.. was hope. Or maybe, it was denial, he couldn't quite figure it out. Well.. which ever it was.. it kept him alive, and search.. just barely.
As he wandered, away from the large city of Tokyo, he began to see the faint outlines of small buildings in the horizon. They were mere shadows, as the sun was just setting, right behind the small village. It was a breathtaking sight. The light hitting the windows just right, to make it shimmer, the lake beside the small village glistened. Water silently lapping at the edges of its confines. It was like a town of treasures, small yet glories, a home of kings.
The wanderer made his way towards this village, and approached it, just as the sun began to die away. Only small rosy fingertips left in its wake, soon to withdraw and allow the stars to grace the earth with their presence. And as the sun retreated, the beauty seemed to as well. In it's place, stood a small village, almost abandoned. Roofs needed to be rethatched, and porches rebuilt. Some windows were shattered, but.. it seemed that it was a happy place. On every hut, outlining the edges of the roof, wind chimes were hung, made of glass and silver. This was the source of the beauty he had seen from a distance.
The moon was already starting to rise, a shimmering orb enveloping the night in its cold hug. He needed a place to stay. Somewhere, anywhere would do. It seemed that this place had no inns. He didn't want to trouble anyone, especially not the town's people. It was obvious they had little, and to take what little they did have away, was cruel in his eyes. He didn't deserve the hard deserved food they had, just as he didn't deserve the food Kaoru had fed him.
He would have to make due with the ground tonight. Besides, food wasn't very important. If he starved, then he starved. That meant he'd die, and be happy. He slept through the night, until the moon was about to fall, when he was rudely awakened. A harsh voice woke him up, unusually deep, and seemingly fake. A small gleam of silver caught his eye. It resided by his through, putting a slight pressure there. He could see the hand that held the dagger. It was bound with some gauze, though it didn't look wounded. It was also small.. for a thieves hands.
A single thought ran through his mind. 'foolish..' his hand quickly shot up, wrapped itself around the wrist of the attacker, and jerked it away, flinging whoever was there against a wooden wall. A small yelp was heard. Kenshin glanced over at the person, if he was to die, it was going to be in a fight, because of himself, but.. not by a mere mugging. Small cerulean blue eyes looked up to him, as he stood and toward over the figure.
The small girl grounded, her torn and long ago outgrown cloak hanging in wisps around her. She opened her eyes to look into the face of what was supposed to be her victim. She was young, and rather small for her age, only 8. Beautiful blue eyes that could break any cold heart.. a child that had seen to many horrors. Her dark hair dangled around her face, tangled and dirty from days in the streets. A small whimper fell from her throat, obviously afraid. She didn't expect this event to turn out this way. All she wanted was some money.
The silence was splintered by a snarl, and Kenshin was knocked back, as another small figure knocked into him. This one was slightly bigger then his first attacker. Of course, the fact that he was still in shock at being threatened by an 8 year old, could've contributed to the reason as to why he appeared to seem so weak.
"LEAVE HER ALONE!!" This voice was more masculine. It belonged to a small boy, only around the age of ten. He had messy hair, brown from dirt, and violet eyes. He his arms were well toned, though a bit lean, life on the streets was hard, but kept you in shape. However, food deprivation often makes one a bit bony. However, that could be fixed in time. He stared up at Kenshin's amber eyes, eyes that were similar to the samurai's so long ago. He hissed, a dagger in his hands.. "I won't let you touch her."
Kenshin, was astounded, he didn't know what to do. Here they stood, two children, obviously homeless. Their eyes pierced at him, gnawing at his heart. He didn't know what to feel. Anger..? At who? Was he angry with himself. for still not finding Kaoru? Or was he.. angry at the world. Yes, that was it, he told himself. The world. so cruel.. these children.. orphans..himself.. lost. A small smile tugged at his lips, only to be quickly wiped away. A mask came up upon his face, to hide his despair from the world. He turned. He let go of the boy's hand, and dropped a small sack of money into it. Walking away, he prepared to leave the village. However, something hit the back of his head, clutching it, he turned to find the sack of money on the ground, the little boy was nearby, glowering.
"WE don't need your pity!!!" A small smile fell onto Kenshin's face, the boy reminded him of Yahiko.
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Hope you enjoyed it!! Sorry it was short.