Disclaimer: The Kenshin characters do not belong to me. The storyline, however, does, as do any characters I have created.
Author's note: Hey! I kind of wrote this chapter right after I finished my first because I felt, and still feel, that my first chapter was too short. So here's another one.
Chapter 2: Mayhem in Kyoto
These stupid bitches are all so unsuspecting. No one would ever accused me of murdering my own friend. Not a soul would turn to me and say, "Did you murder Sanosuke Sagara?" Haha...my master plan is falling into place.
Kenshin awoke with a start that morning, eyes fresh with tears. He had just had the nightmare again. The nightmare that had been returning to him as of late. It was a haunting oppression that he wanted to be rid of. Quickly. But he couldn't, so he'd have to wait it out.
He got up off of his cheap 10-dollar mattress and stepped across the hall slowly, and took a shower. He heard a familiar knocking at the door, and knew instantly that the boarders wanted some water too. So after just a few minutes of a shower, he quickly turned the knob, and left the shower. He passed a familiar girl who grinned at her, winked, and then pointed. Kenshin was only wearing a towel and no shirt. Kenshin blushed, and furiously ran to his room, hearing gales of laughter behind him.
He took out a brush and began working on his hair, when he heard a knock. Kenshin tensed, and his breath froze. Had they found him already? He tiptoed to his room, and put his gun into his holster, and tied his katana at his waist. He put on his gi and heard furious pounding at the door.
His breath got caught in his throat as he inched nearer and nearer. He blinked, his amber eyes glaring at the door. They would never take him alive. He opened the door and pulled his gun out with a flash, and aimed it where a head should have been.
However, standing at the doorway was that short familiar girl, eyes wide and frozen, hands up in the air.
"I-I only wanted to tell you that you used up all the hot water..."
Kenshin grunted and the girl ran. He sighed and put his gun back into his holster. This had happened twice this month already. The first time the owner wanted rent. Maybe Kenshin was becoming crazy. Insane. It was certainly possible.
Just as he sat down to reflect and collect his thoughts, his phone rang.
Damn phone...He ignored the first two rings, and merely stared at the sofa. Trying to concentrate he found that he couldn't and was forced to take the call.
"What!" he demanded
"Am I interrupting, Shinta?"
Kenshin froze. Nobody knew his real name. Except for three people. Sanosuke, who this was definitely not. His trainer, Hiko Seijuro. And some girl who had overhead him and Hiko talking. But this voice was male.
"Who are you!"
"Don't recognize me, son?"
"Son? My son-of-a-bitch father killed my mother and left me!"
"Oh my. Shinta, don't ever call my wife a bitch again."
Kenshin's heart rose to his throat and dropped back down. His grandfather was alive?!
Kaoru Kamiya hurried, coffee in one hand, and a donut in the other. Nothing like Dunking Donut-Os in the morning. She stuffed the donut into her mouth as she ran. It was yet another morning of stress hassle, and another murder.
Seta Soujiro, her boyfriend, was hurrying beside her. His beautiful and petite stature was something she had always admired. That and his never-ending lust. She smiled, as her boyfriend ran alongside her.
They had been going steady for nearly a year now. They had had sex the first time in their very first month of dating. It had become a monthly thing after that. A stress reliever of sorts.
She had begun to rely on him nowadays. However, he had become kind of distant lately, but that was expected when they were both detectives. Most of the time they worked different shifts.
Today was different. They were both working the same case. Kaoru couldn't remember the last time their boss had put two detectives to work a case. It was unheard of. Except, the case with the mysterious disappearance of that girl...Tomoe? Her brother was accused of raping and killing her, but the case was never solved. It was one of those cases that the police died down.
She shrugged it off and arrived at Seta's car. She slammed the door behind her, and her boyfriend winced. He simply loved his car. She muttered sorry, and put her seatbelt on just as the black car sped off, at almost 100 mph. For the first time in almost a week, she put her head back against the headrest, and closed her eyes. She felt Seta's eyes on her, and she felt an odd prickling behind her neck. She loved that feeling.
She eventually picked her head up and opened up tired eyes. Her eyes flew over the document in her hand. She opened the folder, and saw a picture of the murdered girl. She felt her voice get caught in her throat, and she froze. She could have sworn she felt her heart stop.
"Shinta?"
"...Grandfather?"
Silence. Kenshin eagerly awaited an answer.
"Shinta, I'm quite disappointed in you...your mother would have been too."
Kenshin felt that as a crippling blow to his pride and heart. He heard his voice become defensive.
"Yeah? Well what would you know about my mother. You're a good-for-nothing lazy grandfather, who hasn't done anything for this family!"
He immediately regretted what he said. He almost apologized, but knew he couldn't. Kenshin could never apologize. He would rather die than apologize.
"Shinta, I know you're confused. Son, let's meet, okay? Give me your address and I'll be over there as soon as possible."
A black car pulled up into the parking lot outside of The Rurouni. It was an apartment meant for hit men, criminals, and any other type of sinner. It was kind of underground; should anyone tip the police they were all screwed.
Kenshin used to live in a pure and happy family as a child. He had committed a murder as a child, and now turned to murder as a living. That one day...his first murder. He would never forget that day...
"Kenshin! Run!"
"But mother! What about you?
"This isn't about me! Get out of here!"
There was a loud crack and he heard the snapping of wood. Kenshin's eyes slid above him. He only had a moment to register what was happening before it all collapsed. He saw his father on the ground kneeling, eyes dark. He knelt before a cloaked figure, which held a gun up in the air. His father was saving them? But he would die!
Kenshin then felt a large thud over his head. He was suddenly entombed in total darkness. He groped his hands around and felt a sharp stick. As he tried to grab it, it pierced his hand. He felt tears moving down his smooth cheeks. He tried to stand up but found he couldn't.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his back. He managed to twist his body around and saw a dagger through the wood. Emotions flaring he grabbed the tip of the knife with his bare hands. He ignored the blood rolling down his hands, and turned the blade around.
With a wave of fury, he erupted from the wood and saw his father standing behind the cloaked figure. They would never kidnap his father! He turned to see his mother on the ground writhing with agony. He crept over to her, feeling two pairs of eyes on him. He turned his attention to his dying mother and cried on her chest. She looked up at him, still alive, and suffering. He could see blood coming from her mouth and eyes. He knew what he must do.
He raised his hands over her chest. He let the dagger tighten in his hand as he closed his eyes. He would always remember that scream.
Kenshin walked down the stairs idly, hands in his pocket. Today, he was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, black boots, and a tight muscle shirt. He had pulled a black jacket around him and left it open, while putting the two dog tags on a chain around his neck. He pulled on a pair of sunglasses and tied his hair up.
He walked outside, and saw the shopping mall. He had told his father to meet him by the Rurouni, but he still had some time. He would have to meet the owner of Rurouni and he would have to undergo extensive security. Could never be too sure with criminals. He stepped through the mall, a dagger hidden in his waist. He carried a one-shot gun under his wrist everywhere he went as well.
He couldn't help but feel remorseful. He hated who he was; he desperately wanted to change himself. He was the only Rurouni who hated his job. Most others like it for the pure joy of killing, and because it pays really well.
He skimmed the stores in the mall, and saw a secluded wing. He headed there, and saw a bar. He shrugged, and felt around for some money in his pocket. He found a few bills, so he went in and sat down.
The bartender was a girl. She was pretty as well. His glowing amber eyes traced every curve of her body. She looked up and smiled nervously. She seemed intimidated by his glare. He cleared his throat.
"Hey...let me have a vodka and sprite?"
"H-Hai."
"You okay?"
"Yes sir."
"What was that? I'm not old. So don't fucking call me that."
A smile. Kenshin nearly died at the sight of the smile. He smiled back at her, and stood up. Her eyes curiously examined his own body. For once, Kenshin was glad of his small frame. Because he had a smaller frame, girls normally thought of him as cute. But he was very well built, and the muscle shirt showed that. He walked behind the bar and she knew it was coming.
She took off her apron as he entered, and loosened her hair. As soon as he got to her, her arms went out and his lips crushed to hers. He could feel her nicely shaped breasts against his chest, and he pushed her against a wall. She seemed to melt at his kiss; most girls did. She pulled him to the backroom, but as he was closing the door he felt his phone ring. Damn grandfather.
He pulled it out and the girl pouted, staring at him. He closed the phone after a minute, and replied to her.
"Sorry, I'm going to have to go..."
"No!"
"Yeah. My grandfather's here. Hell I didn't know I had a grandfather."
"Everybody has a grandfather."
"Yeah well. I'm different."
She smiled, and pushed him up against a wall. She pulled his hand up her bra and flashed a smirk at him. She leaned out of his reach, and pulled something from her purse. She handed the card to him.
"There's my number."
He looked down at the card, and read the name. Kaoru Kamiya. Nice name.
Author's note: Well I'm all done. Confusing end? I know. Review and I'll update. Same old story. ;) See ya!