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Through the Minds of Manslayers by Cabel
Chapter 3: Deceptions of the Heart, Yahiko's fear realized
Some time later.
Yahiko Myojin stood over his fallen opponent. He wasn't dead, just knocked out. Time had passed and Yahiko has grown into a master of the Kamiya- Kasshin style. Now he has gone out on his own and has since grown a legend as recognized as that of Kenshin Himura. He was one of the most respected people in all Japan. He had everything he could ask for, everything except for one thing. He wished that his father could see the man he had become.
Almost instantly, the trail he was walking on grew dark. Caught by surprise, Yahiko prepared himself for whatever threat might show itself. Suddenly a voice called out.
"Yahiko."
He turned to see a man coming out of the shadows. At first Yahiko could recognize the uniform of a shougitai samurai, but stood in shock when he saw the man's face.
"Father."
"Yahiko, my son, I can't believe that you've grown into."
A small smile crept onto Yahikos face. After everything he's done to defend the honor of his family, he was going to hear his father's praises.
"..Such a disappointment."
The whole world seemed to fall apart around Yahiko. Everything that he had worked for, everything he had accomplished shattered to around him, showing that he was, in fact, still a child.
"You wish to bring honor to our family, how do you expect me to believe that? I died protecting the power of the Tokoguwa, now I see you associating yourself with not only an imperialist, but also a member of the false imperial army. Had the shogunate still been in power, association with the enemy could be punishable by death."
Yahiko had fallen from the shock of what his father just said. Tears started to swell up in his eyes as he continued to hear his father speak to him as though he were nothing but a common criminal.
"But seeing how the times have changed, I suppose I'll just have to take the law into my own hands." The samurai concluded as he reached for his katana.
Mixed emotions had all but paralyzed Yahiko. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words. All he did was stare down at the ground as more tears started to fall.
"Hah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
That cackle, the same from before. Yahiko looked up and saw as the katana was being unsheathed, the blade was literally melting into his fathers' hand. Yahiko had come to realize what was going on.
"Your'e not my father."
As the samurai continued to raise his sword, the blade started to split vertically and spread out across his fingers. When his hand was above his head, the katana had taken on the form of what looked like.claws?
"YOUR'E NOT MY FATHER!" Was all Yahiko could get out as the clawed hand lunged toward his face.
"YOUR'E NOT!!" Yahiko screamed as he shot up from his futon, tears still streaming.
"It was only a dream.it was only a dream.it was only a dream." He kept saying to himself as he buried his face in his hands. He felt something warm on the left side of face. Kenshin and the others rushed into the room as Yahiko pulled his hand away. All at everyone saw what it was. Yahiko's left hand was covered in blood, coming from four parallel cuts on his cheek.
A/N: There's chapter 3 for ya. I hope to have 4 up soon. As you may have noticed, while this is a horror fic I also intend to stay faithful to the Kenshin series by having an occasional comedic moment.
Some of you may be wondering when this story is taking place. I've decided that since the Kyoto Arc is where I'm at in the series, this story is taking place some time after that.
Last but not least I would also like to thank MissTeya and Nine Fires for being my first reviewers. I can only hope that my intended direction will live up to your expectations.
Through the Minds of Manslayers by Cabel
Chapter 3: Deceptions of the Heart, Yahiko's fear realized
Some time later.
Yahiko Myojin stood over his fallen opponent. He wasn't dead, just knocked out. Time had passed and Yahiko has grown into a master of the Kamiya- Kasshin style. Now he has gone out on his own and has since grown a legend as recognized as that of Kenshin Himura. He was one of the most respected people in all Japan. He had everything he could ask for, everything except for one thing. He wished that his father could see the man he had become.
Almost instantly, the trail he was walking on grew dark. Caught by surprise, Yahiko prepared himself for whatever threat might show itself. Suddenly a voice called out.
"Yahiko."
He turned to see a man coming out of the shadows. At first Yahiko could recognize the uniform of a shougitai samurai, but stood in shock when he saw the man's face.
"Father."
"Yahiko, my son, I can't believe that you've grown into."
A small smile crept onto Yahikos face. After everything he's done to defend the honor of his family, he was going to hear his father's praises.
"..Such a disappointment."
The whole world seemed to fall apart around Yahiko. Everything that he had worked for, everything he had accomplished shattered to around him, showing that he was, in fact, still a child.
"You wish to bring honor to our family, how do you expect me to believe that? I died protecting the power of the Tokoguwa, now I see you associating yourself with not only an imperialist, but also a member of the false imperial army. Had the shogunate still been in power, association with the enemy could be punishable by death."
Yahiko had fallen from the shock of what his father just said. Tears started to swell up in his eyes as he continued to hear his father speak to him as though he were nothing but a common criminal.
"But seeing how the times have changed, I suppose I'll just have to take the law into my own hands." The samurai concluded as he reached for his katana.
Mixed emotions had all but paralyzed Yahiko. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words. All he did was stare down at the ground as more tears started to fall.
"Hah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
That cackle, the same from before. Yahiko looked up and saw as the katana was being unsheathed, the blade was literally melting into his fathers' hand. Yahiko had come to realize what was going on.
"Your'e not my father."
As the samurai continued to raise his sword, the blade started to split vertically and spread out across his fingers. When his hand was above his head, the katana had taken on the form of what looked like.claws?
"YOUR'E NOT MY FATHER!" Was all Yahiko could get out as the clawed hand lunged toward his face.
"YOUR'E NOT!!" Yahiko screamed as he shot up from his futon, tears still streaming.
"It was only a dream.it was only a dream.it was only a dream." He kept saying to himself as he buried his face in his hands. He felt something warm on the left side of face. Kenshin and the others rushed into the room as Yahiko pulled his hand away. All at everyone saw what it was. Yahiko's left hand was covered in blood, coming from four parallel cuts on his cheek.
A/N: There's chapter 3 for ya. I hope to have 4 up soon. As you may have noticed, while this is a horror fic I also intend to stay faithful to the Kenshin series by having an occasional comedic moment.
Some of you may be wondering when this story is taking place. I've decided that since the Kyoto Arc is where I'm at in the series, this story is taking place some time after that.
Last but not least I would also like to thank MissTeya and Nine Fires for being my first reviewers. I can only hope that my intended direction will live up to your expectations.