Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic

Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version © N.Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

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Battousai

By Chiruken

Imprisoned Being

    He floated in darkness, an oblivion devoid of sound, taste, touch and sight.  Time meant nothing, hours, days, years, there was no actual distinction.  He was aware, yet not.  The seal placed upon him was absolute, allowing nothing of the outside world to seep into his prison and nothing of himself to leak through into the reality outside of his cage.  He was aware of himself, of his boredom, his loneliness, yet there was no way to break through.  He existed, nothing more.

    He thought to curse those responsible for his confinement, yet he couldn't dredge up the energy to do so.  He was aware that he'd deserved the judgment passed down on him, the sentence mild in comparison to the crimes committed while he roamed the earth.  He knew he should feel anger towards those who'd done this to him, yet he couldn't.  The part of him that was still awake was aware of the wrongness of his actions and felt this punishment was well placed.

    Another part, the piece lying dormant within his consciousness, railed at his fate, longed for vengeance against the mortals who'd condemned him and imprisoned him in a timeless state of partial oblivion.  He cursed their incompetence that had resulted in his state of living yet not living, bound for eternity with the confines of the endless nothingness, sealed away for all time.

    He wanted to feel the wind in his hair, the sun on his face.  He wanted to experience the thrill of the hunt, the consuming heat of battle.  He longed for the touch of human contact, the sounds of humanity surrounding him, laughing, screaming, crying.  He longed to see the blood, the tears, the absolute beauty of life and death beyond played out before him.  He wanted out of his prison.

    He'd struggled, cursed, fought the binding spell that placed him into the darkness.  He'd pleaded, promised anything, all to no avail.  No one heard him, their ears closed to his voice, their minds closed to his thoughts.  His influence had been broken, his power depleted.  Their fear had turned to hatred which had been his downfall.  His time, they'd told him coldly, was long passed; he was no longer needed or wanted.  They'd turned their backs on him and thrown him into his own personal hell, forgotten.

    He longed for freedom, the ability to experience the world again.  In all his existence he'd never felt this all consuming need for contact before, for the chance to, just once, speak and be heard.  His rage had dwindled, died, transformed into despair.  They had cursed him, given him the ability to feel and he hated it.  He remembered the absolute freedom of being without emotion and he yearned to return to that time, to halt the whirlwind of emotions assailing him as he floated, trapped, caught between worlds.  He hated the guilt that threatened to tear him apart, the sorrow that drowned him in tears that could not be shed.  Loneliness consumed him, threatened his sanity, pushed him ever closer to madness.

    He'd been forgotten, cast into the distant memories of people long dead.  His deeds were barely remembered as legends told to children to ensure their obedience.  His name, lost to time.  He was a creature of legend, nothing to take seriously, something to laugh about in the innocence of ignorance.  He didn't know which was worse…his imprisonment itself, or the way he'd been so utterly and completely forgotten.  His existence must have been forgotten since no one came any more to check the seals, to ensure that he was still, indeed, trapped within the cage built specifically for him.

    He floated in darkness, the oblivion all consuming, wrapped within his own mind, trapped within his thoughts and memories.  Time was meaningless to one such as he, immortality lending him the patience and fortitude to pass through time unaffected.  That is, until faced with an eternity of darkness.  Time began to suffocate him, weigh heavily upon his consciousness, threatened to drown him in the steady flow.  Without a physical means to track the flow of time, with no way to occupy his mind, he was left twisting in eternity, chained by magic long forgotten in the real world.

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Author's Notes:

This is an experiment of sorts and feedback would be greatly appreciated, that it would.  Please let me know if this idea is worth pursuing.

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Chiruken