SCHOOOOOOL"S OUT FOR SUMMER!!!!!!!!! SCHOOOOOOOL'S OUT FORRRRREVER!!!!!!!
Can you people tell I'm happy? Well actually the song has been in my head
before school got out, since they blast it on the intercom during passing
time at my school. Yea...
Well we ALMOST reached 50 reviews here people. But since 45 and over is pretty close, I decided to give you a little citrus in the beginning. Only a little! :P
As of late, I have been absolutly obsessed with Aoshi/Misao. So, in honor of the cute couple, I started writing a fic called Chained dedicated to them. Yea yea I know, the title sounds a little kinky, but that's not why I named it that! So any A/M fans that don't think they get enough screen time in this fic, then check out that.
Thanks to the wonderful reviewers! :D
I think that's it checks clipboard oh one more thing...
DON'T OWN RK OR INUYASHA (i always forget to put the Inu part in the disclaimer, but I wouldn't mind owning them...)
much luv
Sephiress
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Don't Let Go by Sephiress
Chapter 5) The Place We Call Home
Kenshin's violet eyes opened groggily as the train hit a rather large bump, shaking the red-head from his sleep. Kami, how he hated trains. He checked over at his companions, which were still heavily asleep, if the loud snoring was anything to go by. He rubbed his eyes, shaking the sleep from them and looked out the window. A sliver of red-orange light could be seen over the horizon, signaling the arrival of dawn. But to the west, the sky was still dark navy.
The rurouni stood to his feet, streching his sore limbs. It was horribly uncomfortable to sleep on these stiff seats, not to mention the constant jumping of the train. Kenshin just then noticed the thin layer of sweat on his forehead and most other parts of his body. He wiped the salty liquid off his forehead, vaugly wondering what caused his body to perspire without him even knowing. And then it hit him, remebering what he had dreamed.
'Oh....Kenshin' It was a female voice, laced with passion and longing.
He had dreamed of Kaoru, and gods, had she been beautiful. Her alabaster skin reflecting off the moonlight that was pouring in through her bedroom window. He had dreamed of that night she had kissed him while she slept, except, well she hadn't been sleeping.
He vivdly remembered the feel of her gentle hands skimming over his spine, sending unholy shivers through the sensitized skin. Their lips moved as one as he ran his fingers down the sides of Kaoru's body. Her gyrating hips driving him mad as he-
'STOP HIMURA!'
Kenshin mentaly slapped himself for thinking such a way. It was unforgivable to want Kaoru-dono that way, and yet he could not stop himself. Banishing all thoughts from his head, Kenshin walked to the last car of the train and opened the door to the outside. His long red hair flew in the wind and the cool breeze soothed his skin. Kenshin sighed deeply.
It had been nearly a month since he left Tokyo on their way to Hokadate. Almost a month ago, he said goodbye to Kaoru-dono once again. Her body had trembled as she embraced Sano, Yahiko, and himself at the train station, but she did not cry. She wanted to be strong for them, not show weakness. But even as the train carried him further and further from her, Kenshin could see the sadness in her midnight eyes.
And as the days passed by, he could not keep her from his thoughts. Everyday, she plauged his mind. Everynight, she appeared in his dreams. He sighed wearily and looked to the starlit sky.
"Kaoru-dono...sessha wonders what you're doing right now."
"She's probably asleep, like normal people." Kenshin turned around and saw none other then Yahiko watching him. He shot a gaze over at Kenshin before looking out into the sky.
"But then again, no one ever said the busu was normal", he said with a smirk. Kenshin looked surprised for a moment before returning his gentle smile.
"Well it's good to know you care so much for your sensai", Kenshin's smile grew as Yahiko opened his mouth to deny that last statement, but stopped and closed it slowly. He shrugged and walked over to Kenshin, leaning over the rail of the train. The two stood there for a moment in companiable silence, watching the scenery go by. Eventually, Yahiko broke the silence.
"I hate to admit it, but I do miss her", he said, still not looking up at Kenshin. "Just a little." Kenshin chuckled.
"Hai, sessha does too", Kenshin said quietly. He was surprised when Yahiko reached up and smacked him over the head. Kenshin 'oro'ed and looked down at the boy's extremely annoyed face.
"No more of that!" Yahiko said sternly.
"Nani?" Yahiko grimaced at the innocent and high-pitched tone of Kenshin's voice. Was this really the legendary Hitokiri?
"You heard me!" He looked up into surprised violet eyes, "No more 'sessha'! I look up to Kenshin Himura, not this 'sessha' wuss." Yahiko's eyes were spitting fire as he spoke this. It was about time someone knocked some sense into Himura, for all thier sakes.
"Demo-"
"Iie! It's final Kenshin! Everytime you say it, I'm gonna knock you over the head." Yahiko stomped his foot ending the arguement.
"Everyone hates it when you say it anyway."
Kenshin sighed. Maybe it was time for a change. He had been putting up this 'unworthy one' act for a while, and everyone, especially Kaoru-dono, seemed to get annoyed by it.
"Maa...maa. Alright Yahiko, ses..I mean 'I' agree", Kenshin said catching himself. Yahiko raised his brown eyebrow at the near slip-up, but let it slide. Well at least they had made some progress on this trip.
"Now...about that pink gi...", Yahiko began slowly.
"Oro?!"
Both samurais turned thier heads as a loud chuckling sounded from behind them. Leaning against the shouji was Sano, as he smiled amusingly, fishbone in his mouth.
"Give it up kid, Kenshin won't budge on the gi", he said cockily, his chocolate eyes sparkling with mischief. "Trust me, I've tried." He watched as Yahiko started to fume about the 'kid' comment.
"Maa...maa... Let's not fight now. Were supposed to be working together on this trip, that we are", Kenshin said, a sweatdrop on his temple. Yahiko let out a 'hmph' and turned away from the gangster. Looking out into the sky, he let out a small gasp at the amazing sunrise.
"Kieri..." His whisper captured Sano and Kenshin's attention. They both nodded and gazed at the sunrise, each thinking about home and what they had left behind. A whistle from the train annouced they were approaching their destination, but the three travelers from Tokyo were too distracted for the moment.
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Blood. So...much blood. Everywhere she stepped there was blood. It's metallic scent rising up and constricting her. The further she walked, the stronger it was. And it was growing...more and more blood spilling.
A slaughter. A murder. It was on her hands, her clothes, everywhere. So much innocent blood spilled.
It was taking over. More, more, ever rising. She was drowning in the scarlet blood.
"Gods...someone help! Please, anyone! HELP ME!!!"
Kaoru's eyes snapped open and she shot up. Her body quaked at though she had just been running for miles. Sweat covered her body, yukata, and the futon. Breath came unevenly and she felt so drained. Kaoru covered her face with her hands and tried to settle.
'Kami, that dream...again.'
Bloody dreams had taken her for the third night this week. It was always the same. She would be walking through a dense forest, the sky covered with thick clouds. The air was humid and sticky, making her long for water. And to her body's relief, the sounds of dripping water could be heard. Kaoru would run to the sound, hoping to God for a cool river to swim in.
But the gods would be cruel. Because as Kaoru entered a clearing, her foot steeped into a large puddle. And as she looked down, hoping for a refeshing spot of water, she would be horribly mistaken.
Blood.
It was everywhere. The ground was carpeted by the thick liquid, it's crimson color casting a deathly glow upon the place. The leaves and plants dripped blood, a steady pattern of seeping life, only to be lost in the earth. And as Kaoru looked in nausea upon the sight, her eyes would widen as she saw...
"Oh God...no..."
The form of a young man in red clothing was pinned against a towering tree. Pressed against his chest, was a ebony-haired woman in a green skirt. Their bodies were coated in blood, their own blood. The man's eyes were drooping, but you could see dull gold in their lifeless depths. The woman's mouth was slightly open, as though she was screaming in her last moments. And the most horrible part of the whole picture was the bloody sword stabbing through both of their hearts, bonding them forever in death.
And as Kaoru stepped closer to touch the faces of her former companions, the blood slipping from their wounds would grow. It became a torrent of blood that Kaoru would never escape, even as she ran. She would never escape, until her eyes would open again...
Kaoru's body continued to tremble as she rose shakily to her feet. Her sweaty body ached for a cold bath, which Kaoru would gladly oblige. A drop of the salty liquid ran down her cheek, and as her hand moved to wipe it away, Kaoru felt something she hadn't in years.
Scars...
Kaoru's fingers moved over the rougher skin, her mind reeling. She couldn't be...she had never lost so much control to...
She had to see for herself. Kaoru slowly walked to the mirror in her room, fearing what she might see. And as her face appeared in the glass, her suspicions were confirmed. Twin scars over her cheek, while silver and red flecked her dark hair. Kaoru slowly opened her mouth, and saw the beginnings of wolf fangs.
She wasn't fully changed, but enough to feel the difference. She could hear the light chatter of people out on the street. Her nose picked up the smell of miso soup nest door. Even, even her hands were starting to grow claws! But...why?
Her eyes widened.
And then she understood. Her dreams, her body loosing control... It could only mean that something was happening in the Feudal Era. Whatever it was called to her, or more specifically, her demon side. And by the looks of it, whatever was happening was not good. Innocent lives would be taken if she didn't act fast.
It took Kaoru less then a second to make her decision. She walked over to her closet, and pushing aside all the silk kimonos and obis, found something she hadn't seen in a long time. Her now-clawed fingers were gentle as they touched white beaver fur. It had been so long ago since she wore this, and yet the touch was so familiar. It even smelled like her. A noise from outside snapped Kaoru out of the memories and promted her into movement. Who knows how much time she had wasted figuring out these dreams. For all she knew, her friends could be skewered by now.
Kaoru grabbed the outfit off the rack and rushed to the bathhouse. Her furo was quick, not even wasting time to heat the water. When she returned to the kitchen, dressed in her hanyou attire, she hastily grabbed supplies and food.
Before she left Kaoru wrote a letter to Tae, explaing she had to leave for a family emergency and asking her to take care of the dojo. She knew Tae would help her, but Kaoru left no details about where she was going or when she'd be back. The less they knew, the less chance anyone would ever find her.
A quick scan of the house was the last thing of order. Pictures, letters, and the diary Kaoru had kept since she was a little girl all went in her closet. Such things would only weigh her down, but she didn't want these lost. Kaoru knew she loved this life and maybe there would be something to come to...If she made it home.
And as soon as everything was set, Kaoru found herself pulling her kodachi off a wall in the dojo. Carefully, she drew the blades out of it's sheath. Breifly she worried if she could still wield them, but after performing a few kata, Kaoru could feel the moves flowing through her veins as the swords once again became a part of her.
It was time for the warrior in her to live again. It was time Kaoru returned to the way of life she had left all those years ago. But even as Kaoru stood outside her father's home and began to walk away, something deep inside tore horribly apart. She was leaving they had worked so hard for. The memories flashed through her eyes. But above all, one stood out clearer then the others.
A red-headed man and her, standing on the street. His back was turned as Kaoru pointed her bokken at him, challenging the man she believed to be the Battousai. And as he turned in surprise, she saw his eyes. Those violet eyes that had captured her for eternity and beyond.
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The cell was dark and musty. Rats crawled freely on the floor amongst only Kami-sama knows what. There were no windows, adding to the ever growing smell that surrounded the filthy place. But the bars were shiny and well kept. They seemed to be the barrier between this hell and the outside world. Keeping the dark in, and the light out.
And that's where Seta Soujiro was now. He had been sitting in the same position for days now, not eating or drinking anything. His once-white hakama had seen better days and even the light blue gi looked ragged. Soujiro's skin was covered with dirt and cuts, his handsome face now scrawny.
But his eyes were furious.
The guards didn't understand the young boy that sat in the last cell. He never ate, never moved, he never gave you a second glance. While most criminals in here screamed or shouted, he never said a word. But even as his body seemed dead, his eyes were blue fire. The anger, the passion. It was raw and untamed. They had taken his sword, but they would never take his warrior spirit. The spirit that thristed for blind revenge.
"Hey kid, you got some visitors." Soujiro's eyes never met the guards. His head remained down, facing the ground. The guard simply shrugged his shoulders and motioned the three visitors closer. One of the nodded their head, signaling they would be fine from here. The guard then left, his interest already somwhere else.
Three pairs of eyes took in the prisoner. Two of them were already familiar with the one called Tenken, the other had simply heard the stories.
"I was wondering when they would send someone, although I'm rather surprised and pleased they sent you." Soujiro rose to his feet, his head still bowed so they could not see his face.
Violet eyes narrowed at his words.
"And why would you be so pleased to see me", he responded. The man didn't like the tone of Seta-san's voice. It was no longer cheery, but rather dry and horse. This was not the same man he left in Kyoto.
"Because I wanted to let you know, that you were wrong", Soujiro said quietly back. He was now in front of the metal bars, them being the only thing seperating the men. As if in slow motion, Soujiro steadily raised his head. The two that had not spoken stepped back in reflexive fright as they saw his flaming eyes. The other was surprised too, but not for the same reason.
"It's been a while, Himura-san", the prisoner whispered. Inside he was pleased at their reactions. While the younger of the two had stepped back because of his eyes, he knew why Himura's ki had jumped.
The Tenken's face held no smile.
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A little shorter then normal, but I did my best. So if you like it or have suggestions, drop me a review and make Sephiress happy!
Now if you all will excuse me, I have to go get some pop-tarts and a few sierra mists so I can finish up the latest chappie of 'I'll Protect You Always' and start on chapter 2 of 'Chained'. (I got some good reviews for 'Chained' so I'm really motivated!)
much luv
Sephiress
Well we ALMOST reached 50 reviews here people. But since 45 and over is pretty close, I decided to give you a little citrus in the beginning. Only a little! :P
As of late, I have been absolutly obsessed with Aoshi/Misao. So, in honor of the cute couple, I started writing a fic called Chained dedicated to them. Yea yea I know, the title sounds a little kinky, but that's not why I named it that! So any A/M fans that don't think they get enough screen time in this fic, then check out that.
Thanks to the wonderful reviewers! :D
I think that's it checks clipboard oh one more thing...
DON'T OWN RK OR INUYASHA (i always forget to put the Inu part in the disclaimer, but I wouldn't mind owning them...)
much luv
Sephiress
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Don't Let Go by Sephiress
Chapter 5) The Place We Call Home
Kenshin's violet eyes opened groggily as the train hit a rather large bump, shaking the red-head from his sleep. Kami, how he hated trains. He checked over at his companions, which were still heavily asleep, if the loud snoring was anything to go by. He rubbed his eyes, shaking the sleep from them and looked out the window. A sliver of red-orange light could be seen over the horizon, signaling the arrival of dawn. But to the west, the sky was still dark navy.
The rurouni stood to his feet, streching his sore limbs. It was horribly uncomfortable to sleep on these stiff seats, not to mention the constant jumping of the train. Kenshin just then noticed the thin layer of sweat on his forehead and most other parts of his body. He wiped the salty liquid off his forehead, vaugly wondering what caused his body to perspire without him even knowing. And then it hit him, remebering what he had dreamed.
'Oh....Kenshin' It was a female voice, laced with passion and longing.
He had dreamed of Kaoru, and gods, had she been beautiful. Her alabaster skin reflecting off the moonlight that was pouring in through her bedroom window. He had dreamed of that night she had kissed him while she slept, except, well she hadn't been sleeping.
He vivdly remembered the feel of her gentle hands skimming over his spine, sending unholy shivers through the sensitized skin. Their lips moved as one as he ran his fingers down the sides of Kaoru's body. Her gyrating hips driving him mad as he-
'STOP HIMURA!'
Kenshin mentaly slapped himself for thinking such a way. It was unforgivable to want Kaoru-dono that way, and yet he could not stop himself. Banishing all thoughts from his head, Kenshin walked to the last car of the train and opened the door to the outside. His long red hair flew in the wind and the cool breeze soothed his skin. Kenshin sighed deeply.
It had been nearly a month since he left Tokyo on their way to Hokadate. Almost a month ago, he said goodbye to Kaoru-dono once again. Her body had trembled as she embraced Sano, Yahiko, and himself at the train station, but she did not cry. She wanted to be strong for them, not show weakness. But even as the train carried him further and further from her, Kenshin could see the sadness in her midnight eyes.
And as the days passed by, he could not keep her from his thoughts. Everyday, she plauged his mind. Everynight, she appeared in his dreams. He sighed wearily and looked to the starlit sky.
"Kaoru-dono...sessha wonders what you're doing right now."
"She's probably asleep, like normal people." Kenshin turned around and saw none other then Yahiko watching him. He shot a gaze over at Kenshin before looking out into the sky.
"But then again, no one ever said the busu was normal", he said with a smirk. Kenshin looked surprised for a moment before returning his gentle smile.
"Well it's good to know you care so much for your sensai", Kenshin's smile grew as Yahiko opened his mouth to deny that last statement, but stopped and closed it slowly. He shrugged and walked over to Kenshin, leaning over the rail of the train. The two stood there for a moment in companiable silence, watching the scenery go by. Eventually, Yahiko broke the silence.
"I hate to admit it, but I do miss her", he said, still not looking up at Kenshin. "Just a little." Kenshin chuckled.
"Hai, sessha does too", Kenshin said quietly. He was surprised when Yahiko reached up and smacked him over the head. Kenshin 'oro'ed and looked down at the boy's extremely annoyed face.
"No more of that!" Yahiko said sternly.
"Nani?" Yahiko grimaced at the innocent and high-pitched tone of Kenshin's voice. Was this really the legendary Hitokiri?
"You heard me!" He looked up into surprised violet eyes, "No more 'sessha'! I look up to Kenshin Himura, not this 'sessha' wuss." Yahiko's eyes were spitting fire as he spoke this. It was about time someone knocked some sense into Himura, for all thier sakes.
"Demo-"
"Iie! It's final Kenshin! Everytime you say it, I'm gonna knock you over the head." Yahiko stomped his foot ending the arguement.
"Everyone hates it when you say it anyway."
Kenshin sighed. Maybe it was time for a change. He had been putting up this 'unworthy one' act for a while, and everyone, especially Kaoru-dono, seemed to get annoyed by it.
"Maa...maa. Alright Yahiko, ses..I mean 'I' agree", Kenshin said catching himself. Yahiko raised his brown eyebrow at the near slip-up, but let it slide. Well at least they had made some progress on this trip.
"Now...about that pink gi...", Yahiko began slowly.
"Oro?!"
Both samurais turned thier heads as a loud chuckling sounded from behind them. Leaning against the shouji was Sano, as he smiled amusingly, fishbone in his mouth.
"Give it up kid, Kenshin won't budge on the gi", he said cockily, his chocolate eyes sparkling with mischief. "Trust me, I've tried." He watched as Yahiko started to fume about the 'kid' comment.
"Maa...maa... Let's not fight now. Were supposed to be working together on this trip, that we are", Kenshin said, a sweatdrop on his temple. Yahiko let out a 'hmph' and turned away from the gangster. Looking out into the sky, he let out a small gasp at the amazing sunrise.
"Kieri..." His whisper captured Sano and Kenshin's attention. They both nodded and gazed at the sunrise, each thinking about home and what they had left behind. A whistle from the train annouced they were approaching their destination, but the three travelers from Tokyo were too distracted for the moment.
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Blood. So...much blood. Everywhere she stepped there was blood. It's metallic scent rising up and constricting her. The further she walked, the stronger it was. And it was growing...more and more blood spilling.
A slaughter. A murder. It was on her hands, her clothes, everywhere. So much innocent blood spilled.
It was taking over. More, more, ever rising. She was drowning in the scarlet blood.
"Gods...someone help! Please, anyone! HELP ME!!!"
Kaoru's eyes snapped open and she shot up. Her body quaked at though she had just been running for miles. Sweat covered her body, yukata, and the futon. Breath came unevenly and she felt so drained. Kaoru covered her face with her hands and tried to settle.
'Kami, that dream...again.'
Bloody dreams had taken her for the third night this week. It was always the same. She would be walking through a dense forest, the sky covered with thick clouds. The air was humid and sticky, making her long for water. And to her body's relief, the sounds of dripping water could be heard. Kaoru would run to the sound, hoping to God for a cool river to swim in.
But the gods would be cruel. Because as Kaoru entered a clearing, her foot steeped into a large puddle. And as she looked down, hoping for a refeshing spot of water, she would be horribly mistaken.
Blood.
It was everywhere. The ground was carpeted by the thick liquid, it's crimson color casting a deathly glow upon the place. The leaves and plants dripped blood, a steady pattern of seeping life, only to be lost in the earth. And as Kaoru looked in nausea upon the sight, her eyes would widen as she saw...
"Oh God...no..."
The form of a young man in red clothing was pinned against a towering tree. Pressed against his chest, was a ebony-haired woman in a green skirt. Their bodies were coated in blood, their own blood. The man's eyes were drooping, but you could see dull gold in their lifeless depths. The woman's mouth was slightly open, as though she was screaming in her last moments. And the most horrible part of the whole picture was the bloody sword stabbing through both of their hearts, bonding them forever in death.
And as Kaoru stepped closer to touch the faces of her former companions, the blood slipping from their wounds would grow. It became a torrent of blood that Kaoru would never escape, even as she ran. She would never escape, until her eyes would open again...
Kaoru's body continued to tremble as she rose shakily to her feet. Her sweaty body ached for a cold bath, which Kaoru would gladly oblige. A drop of the salty liquid ran down her cheek, and as her hand moved to wipe it away, Kaoru felt something she hadn't in years.
Scars...
Kaoru's fingers moved over the rougher skin, her mind reeling. She couldn't be...she had never lost so much control to...
She had to see for herself. Kaoru slowly walked to the mirror in her room, fearing what she might see. And as her face appeared in the glass, her suspicions were confirmed. Twin scars over her cheek, while silver and red flecked her dark hair. Kaoru slowly opened her mouth, and saw the beginnings of wolf fangs.
She wasn't fully changed, but enough to feel the difference. She could hear the light chatter of people out on the street. Her nose picked up the smell of miso soup nest door. Even, even her hands were starting to grow claws! But...why?
Her eyes widened.
And then she understood. Her dreams, her body loosing control... It could only mean that something was happening in the Feudal Era. Whatever it was called to her, or more specifically, her demon side. And by the looks of it, whatever was happening was not good. Innocent lives would be taken if she didn't act fast.
It took Kaoru less then a second to make her decision. She walked over to her closet, and pushing aside all the silk kimonos and obis, found something she hadn't seen in a long time. Her now-clawed fingers were gentle as they touched white beaver fur. It had been so long ago since she wore this, and yet the touch was so familiar. It even smelled like her. A noise from outside snapped Kaoru out of the memories and promted her into movement. Who knows how much time she had wasted figuring out these dreams. For all she knew, her friends could be skewered by now.
Kaoru grabbed the outfit off the rack and rushed to the bathhouse. Her furo was quick, not even wasting time to heat the water. When she returned to the kitchen, dressed in her hanyou attire, she hastily grabbed supplies and food.
Before she left Kaoru wrote a letter to Tae, explaing she had to leave for a family emergency and asking her to take care of the dojo. She knew Tae would help her, but Kaoru left no details about where she was going or when she'd be back. The less they knew, the less chance anyone would ever find her.
A quick scan of the house was the last thing of order. Pictures, letters, and the diary Kaoru had kept since she was a little girl all went in her closet. Such things would only weigh her down, but she didn't want these lost. Kaoru knew she loved this life and maybe there would be something to come to...If she made it home.
And as soon as everything was set, Kaoru found herself pulling her kodachi off a wall in the dojo. Carefully, she drew the blades out of it's sheath. Breifly she worried if she could still wield them, but after performing a few kata, Kaoru could feel the moves flowing through her veins as the swords once again became a part of her.
It was time for the warrior in her to live again. It was time Kaoru returned to the way of life she had left all those years ago. But even as Kaoru stood outside her father's home and began to walk away, something deep inside tore horribly apart. She was leaving they had worked so hard for. The memories flashed through her eyes. But above all, one stood out clearer then the others.
A red-headed man and her, standing on the street. His back was turned as Kaoru pointed her bokken at him, challenging the man she believed to be the Battousai. And as he turned in surprise, she saw his eyes. Those violet eyes that had captured her for eternity and beyond.
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The cell was dark and musty. Rats crawled freely on the floor amongst only Kami-sama knows what. There were no windows, adding to the ever growing smell that surrounded the filthy place. But the bars were shiny and well kept. They seemed to be the barrier between this hell and the outside world. Keeping the dark in, and the light out.
And that's where Seta Soujiro was now. He had been sitting in the same position for days now, not eating or drinking anything. His once-white hakama had seen better days and even the light blue gi looked ragged. Soujiro's skin was covered with dirt and cuts, his handsome face now scrawny.
But his eyes were furious.
The guards didn't understand the young boy that sat in the last cell. He never ate, never moved, he never gave you a second glance. While most criminals in here screamed or shouted, he never said a word. But even as his body seemed dead, his eyes were blue fire. The anger, the passion. It was raw and untamed. They had taken his sword, but they would never take his warrior spirit. The spirit that thristed for blind revenge.
"Hey kid, you got some visitors." Soujiro's eyes never met the guards. His head remained down, facing the ground. The guard simply shrugged his shoulders and motioned the three visitors closer. One of the nodded their head, signaling they would be fine from here. The guard then left, his interest already somwhere else.
Three pairs of eyes took in the prisoner. Two of them were already familiar with the one called Tenken, the other had simply heard the stories.
"I was wondering when they would send someone, although I'm rather surprised and pleased they sent you." Soujiro rose to his feet, his head still bowed so they could not see his face.
Violet eyes narrowed at his words.
"And why would you be so pleased to see me", he responded. The man didn't like the tone of Seta-san's voice. It was no longer cheery, but rather dry and horse. This was not the same man he left in Kyoto.
"Because I wanted to let you know, that you were wrong", Soujiro said quietly back. He was now in front of the metal bars, them being the only thing seperating the men. As if in slow motion, Soujiro steadily raised his head. The two that had not spoken stepped back in reflexive fright as they saw his flaming eyes. The other was surprised too, but not for the same reason.
"It's been a while, Himura-san", the prisoner whispered. Inside he was pleased at their reactions. While the younger of the two had stepped back because of his eyes, he knew why Himura's ki had jumped.
The Tenken's face held no smile.
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A little shorter then normal, but I did my best. So if you like it or have suggestions, drop me a review and make Sephiress happy!
Now if you all will excuse me, I have to go get some pop-tarts and a few sierra mists so I can finish up the latest chappie of 'I'll Protect You Always' and start on chapter 2 of 'Chained'. (I got some good reviews for 'Chained' so I'm really motivated!)
much luv
Sephiress