Battousai
White flakes slowly drifted down from the black horizon, covering the earth with a thick layer of white. Two men stood on each end of the pathway making no movement, glaring at each other intensively paying no attention to the shouting from the cottage direction. Out of a sudden, the one with black hair charged at the red-haired, slicing his katana ferociously in hope to kill off the other. However, the red-haired remained passively to his attacks, dodging all of them by just a slight movement of twisting his body in time all the while with his eyes closed. That action did nothing but fueled up the fury of the black haired. He swung his katana recklessly and tripped himself by the uneven ground of the pathway. Upon sensing his opponent fallen, the red-haired man slowly opened his eyes and uplifted the ends of his lips. But soon it was replaced with a frown as he felt something sticky flowed down from his left cheek. Ignoring the gasp came from behind; he raised his left hand and reached to his left cheek, wiping the substance on his cheek and brought to the front to see. Immediately amethyst become amber. He positioned himself in a battousai style, steadily drawn out his katana and charged at a godly speed towards the black haired who was getting up from the ground. Halfway executing his skill, a feminine figure dashed in the distance between the both men…
NO!!!
He snapped open his amber eyes and sat up. Raising his left hand and traced the cross scar on his left cheek. Hunching forward, he covered his face with both hands. Yet he still could see the hands stained with red dyes, he could feel the moist sticky substance with a strong metallic scent filling his nose. Gasping for air, he felt a huge weight fell on his chest. The weight named guilt. The very dream he dreamed of, the one he had been dreaming for the past five years of that fateful night. It was also the very night when he had lost his beloved, peace and home. Now he was gradually losing his grip on his sanity. He remained at the same position for quite a long time until the first ray of sunlight shone from the window across the chamber. He rose from his position and went to prepare himself for a new day with a decision made in his mind.
Strolling down the pathway, Kenshin absently rubbed a huge lump on his head. Cursing in his mind about his shishou when he thought of the event happened not long ago.
"Shishou," Kenshin addressed the man sitting on the throne and announced his decision," I am leaving." The man, King Hiko, raised his left eye brow and replied, "Oh? So baka-denshi finally wants to have a holiday? Hump! Ok then, I permit your leave!" He waved his hand towards the door to gesture that Kenshin should leave now as he did not want to entertain him any longer. "I am not coming back. I will be leaving this kingdom with no intention of coming back. So you should find another successor for this kingdom." Kenshin calmly added on about his decision.
Suddenly, without any warning or sound, King Hiko appeared behind Kenshin and raised his fist to bang Kenshin's head vigorously which caused a big lump on his head. "Baka-denshi, you listen up! I don't care where you intending to go but certainly you going to come back to inherit this throne! If you don't come back in two years time, I will ask them to bring you back by hook or by crook. So shoo! I don't want to see your stupid face now!" He grabbed the collar of the shirt and threw Kenshin out of the hall.
Shaking his head, Kenshin sighed. "Shishou indeed shishou. Such an arrogant person. But what can I do…" He stopped his grumbling when he heard some footsteps coming towards his direction.
"Have you heard about the wishing lake south of here? I heard my village people that the lake can grant wish, and most of the people that had gone there had their wish granted!" The young man exclaimed excitedly. "Of course I got heard of this, but not all the people gone to find the lake are able to find it." The middle-aged man replied. "How come?" The young man asked.
"It is rumoured that there is a ghost inhabiting in the lake. Only those that are selected then will have their wish granted. However, for those who are not selected will either being lost in the mist or scared to death by the ghost." "Oh my…"
Kenshin, whom had been listening to their conversion, decided that it was useless to keep on eavesdropping about something that was seemed so unreal. So he continued walking his original direction headed to the mountainous area for some peaceful and isolated days.
PoPAr: Yo! I am back hehe. This chapter also another short one... but it gives some idea of battousai's past . Bare with me, I currently thinking how to reveal his past bit by bit and how to get him to meet our dear Kaoru
Babo: Thanks for your review, I will certainly try my best to update more often.
king snake: Thanks alot, as for Kenshin being a half dragon or dragon, I just give a little spoiler (shh! don't tell others, he is a dragon)