FEMALE HITOKIRI BATTOUSAI
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R- for advisory in lime content, gore and violence.
Chapter 6- Ending it all…
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Each reason is a thread, a thread that weaves a pattern, a pattern that shows its beauty, a pattern that shows its fault.
I am but a small woman, in a big world devoured in my own self-hatreds, devoured in my confusions. Uncertainty laughs at me as I cry for its departure. Happiness is a like a diamond, a rarity…and all these things we are about.
"I do not understand my reflection. I do not understand the woman that I am to be. Do these dreams of a placid woman with blue enchanting eyes as that as the sky, who has everything she could need, everything in check only fear losing ---losing ---something---aghhh"
The young woman strayed, her thoughts like cherry blossoms floating in the wind. Confused by her mere reflection she wasn't sure what was her decision. Could she forget the person she had become, the person the world had knighted her? She could not –because it would not fade. She had shed blood with disgrace and little valor, yet the memories of the dead reside in her heart,---laughing, biting, rattling, consuming.
Bitterness only floats within her veins and the woman she should have been, Kamiya Kaoru---is but dissolved in the solvent of her heart, hatred. Never could she regain the woman she once was, it was forgotten, it was gone. There was no chance of regaining whom she was…not even her memory would help her in her moments of need.
Hitokiri Battousai…if you are correct…I was these things, I was a woman of good…why can't feel that I was? Why can't I sense that I was--- I was happy…? How do I determine dream from memory, when all I get are dreams of this young woman who is but happy in my head. Are we the same persons, are our lives divided? I do not know.
She lied against the wall just allowing all her reasons to gush straight at her.
Am I her? Am I Kamiya Kaoru?
And everything is so cold to me. Looking at herself in the mirror she saw the reflection of a woman who was insatiable as a goddess:- a woman with every hint of beauty, with every dot of desire, every---sin of confusion. She was a woman, a dying woman who couldn't find herself.
Kamiya Kaoru and I are opposites, she's a clean woman. Not defiled, not consumed to evil, not ill-bodied, just---just innocent. Only innocent. Only a ---mistake, only a vulnerability, only a susceptible-soul… everything Jersove wasn't. ---Am I understanding why I have no memory of her?
Yet the more she looked at herself in the mirror, she found out something more and more shocking…something so shocking she never saw it before only until she asked her common-sense to kick in.
A tear fell down her face realizing what had happened… 'she lives…she lives in me'
For the first time she saw the blue eyes of the girl, the black hair of the girl, the body of the innocent. She saw her…she was there…just…just there.
Jersoved cried…cried long tears of hurt and sardonic mock. Laughing with tears down on her face…she simply crumbled.
'I a female slasher ---already corrupted in gymnastic fears I find myself in hollows.'
"HOLLOWSSSSSSS" she screamed…
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Young lord of death allowed the world to bow and blur in red. An assassin devoured in two shades of blood saw nothing but red, and her of course. Fighting an urge, he saw nothing but death being aroused from his evil ministrations. Hitokiri Battousai held his blade tightly in a clench. He watched as his gaze caressed over his white knuckles proceeding to the blade of death. The blade of the hitokiri.
The blade of so many memories, the blade that stole the life of so many faces that haunted him. Was he fighting a battle no one could see except her? He knew his life was somewhat incomplete, he only wore one scar could this say he left something behind. The rurouni wore two, but he wore one. Was there something he missed? He could only guess. Uncertainty continuously poured on his soul.
'Kenshin…'
Battousai closed his eyes. Her voice was there again. His soul fluttered by her voice. Who was she really…was she…Kaoru or Jersove…or was she another?
Battousai traced the scar. Who is she?
'Damn it all'
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She walked with a white dress clad around her every soft curve and accentuated stress of her bodyline. Walking with a sword in her hand, she kept walking closer and closer to him. The walls fading in on her with each step she took. Her heart's erratic cry already heard in her ears, the splinters and shards in her soul were already breaking some more. Invisible pieces in her were breaking and the way her aura exuded smelt of corrosion and sickness.
"H-Hitokiri Battousai" she called in a bark, her sword on the side and her eyes in a cobalt blue defined in sultriness of hate.
Young devil to the world, exited his dark room seeing his Kaoru and Jersove looking up at him. Her saw the anger and tones of devious-intone imprinted on her face.
"Come fight me…so I can end it all…end my confusion. End everything you bastard…" she spat.
He wore grim features until a small smirk broke his features. He walked to his balcony just looking at the night.
"Beautiful night isn't it Kaoru?" he asked lowly…
Jersoved snarled, "My name is Jersove you…" she said flatly.
"You are my Kaoru…do not fight the truth…" he whispered looking into her eyes…
"I fight nothing…only the uncertainties that will all die ---by killing you" she hissed, eyes so cobalt blue…
Battousai jumped from his balcony, "but how can you kill me Kaoru?" he came to her, his eyes in a hazy seductive, vulnerable hold. Pulling at her, bit by bit. Prying opening her heart to accept him mindlessly, blindly.
She hoisted the sword in front of their space, "you will fight me Battousai because I am not your Kaoru, my name is Jersove and I have but one mission, to assassinate the Bakumastu's finest specimen. The sample of the century,---you. By killing you the things that have flooded me will all banish." She inwardly snarled.
He face wore die-hard lost features, like if he was a lost boy, lost to the world. He almost crumbled when she wanted to kill him, "do you really want to kill me Kaoru?"
She closed her eyes trying to ask herself if she really wanted to. Would it stop all her confusions from dazing her? "Yes Battousai…"
"Then…" he swallowed wearing features of a die-hard assassin only making her inhale his handsome features. Her soul felt the rush of loving and having to cope with dying. Especially from those we love. "Go ahead…Kaoru…if this is what you want my beloved…then take me to oblivion" he ripped his shirt calling her for the final count down to his heart.
Jersove hesitated. "Do not hesitate my love…"
Jersove proceeded, her blade suddenly heavier in her hand the world suddenly fading in with grey. No more was there a ground. The darkness became sleepless and surfacing with her every trouble. Battousai seem farther and farther from her until she was standing on a bare seven feet from him. Her each step becoming heavier and louder in her ears, the voices of her dead victims surfacing like a choir in crescendo.
Battousai waited for his Kaoru to come…waiting to die himself in uncertainty.
Please stop…you don't know what you're doing, he's not bad, he could change…stop it –stop it Jersove…stop it…I said to stop it. Why aren't you listening to me?
--I must do this…
No…you mustn't…
--Oh but I must, I must kill him to stop all the memories from flooding and destroying me…
If you kill him you will be regretting it for the rest of your life. Listen to me…Jersove listen to me…
--No…I'm tired of listening to you. You don't have anything to offer of me any longer…begone from whence you came…begone..
Jersove what are you saying?
--Leave…I must prove myself…I must prove I am stronger than him, that I am the invincible Female Hitokiri Battousai…
A single tear fell from her eyes as she walked to him.
And she drew closer….and closer…
And closer…
Five feet separated him from his death…
Stop it Jersove…Jersove please stop it…
--I have to kill him…
No you don't…
--But oh I must…and I am…
Noo…
3 feet separated him from her desire. His death
What are you trying to end Jersove? By killing him you're solving nothing, he's just another victim who lives under you skin, only to haunt you at night when you close your eyes.
--No…by killing him the world will make more sense…
No…your musings are senseless. Killing him will only destroy you, will only make you lie in your insanity and kiss the darkness painfully slow. Do not let your days be only filled with dust and shadow. Softly death seeps into your sleep and before you know it you're dead…halt…please…
--Your words mean nothing to me…
Then why can I feel that you're hurting…?That you're almost scared of what's going to arise from all of this?
--Mind your business and go to hell…
Jersove…please…you may not know this…but you're tearing yourself apart…
--If you don't shut the hell up I'm going to fregging scream the hell of you…
One feet separated them.
Open your eyes Jersove…if you kill him you're…you're going to really be regretting it…
--Die you…
Open your eyes now I say to you…
Jersove rose her sword, her eyes in tears, why were these tears leaking from her eyes? Why did she feel so much hesitation from the man she wanted to kill? Raising her sword over her head, she took a deep breath, a feeling of grimace over her heart.
Open your eyes I say now to you, if you kill him you're going to regret the air you breath, the life you caused and I swear by killing him you're going to kill me…Kaoru…
Jersove's eyes were wide, it was too late, gravity claimed the sword and all the world…went silent…
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An: Short chapter but you guess what happened. Hope you guess correctly now. Enjoy yourselves this holidays now.
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