FEMALE HITOKIRI BATTOUSAI
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R- an advisory of adult and gore intones.
Chapter 7- Female Hitokiri Battousai And Battousai's Showdown…
(Fanfiction is completed)
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To her amazement, her blade went crashing into the Earth…
"Now surely you didn't expect me to give myself so freely without a fight, hmm my dear?" he mused, a smug grin tightly worn on his features.
Somehow relief had washed over both parts of this assassin. The part that was crying with hurt and sadness finally laughed out in sear happiness, that part was known as Kaoru. The one who wanted by all means to be with Battousai, a man she was not fated to meet.
Jersove on the other side couldn't understand the mess of emotions she felt, she was certain relief came over her, but she wasn't sure why she still wanted revenge to a man she wanted so badly to live. A flame in her ignited, burning every good feeling she once felt. Completely consumed in an unjustifiable hate, she smirked sardonically clenching her sword with a tight fist, she heard the sound of voices, turning around she could see the bodies of her dead victims rising and approaching with an unwavering hate even in death. Horizontally she adjusted the blade over her face, feeling nothing but cold hate, for the cold murderer.
Battousai realized something, it was barely discernible but it was captured, he rarely saw people show two emotions on their faces, but the sight of this woman showing both relief and hate for him really made him ponder, what to expect.
The night was raw, with the cold stars twinkling their white-blatant speeches at the world. Such an ambience was just perfect for this cold bloodied female assassin and her new victim, Battousai. It was funny how she once knew him, it was strange he would even try to explain to her why he loved that half of her she didn't know, it was all so funny she had all the men she could ever want, and the real truth remains, she was jealous of him, she was barely and insensibly somewhat infatuated with him.
Jersove thought about her new discovery, 'is that why I wish to kill you so much?'
Yet looking straight into his eyes, she meet no folders and shields that blocked his heart's most precious story, oh no it screamed to be free, like that part of her that screamed to be free and away with him. But Jersove would not falter into this madness, before she could ever see herself fall from her binds of hatred, she would teach him, that with her extraordinaire will and position as most power female assassin, all the world like mindless slaves shall bow and alone love her. Selfish she became, and the assassin she is, has made only draw nearer to the devil.
Aching with so much instability of being unloved and being able to deal with her other-unknown half, she decided, if one should die on this battlefield, let it be him.
"Battousai" her voice was anew
He took the moment to watch her eyes, they were devoid and nonchalant, as if they were almost restless and fedup of searching, searching for what, he could not say. Part of him hurt, I mean this was after all how his Kaoru was, with all the same features and description, but their hearts, auras and entire ambience made them separate and both became rare delicacies.
Battousai watched as he destroyed her whilst she destroyed him. In every aspect Jersove was the perfect mate and wife for him. She was ruthless, she was cold, she wore the colours of regret and sin. Yet what define the assassin apart from his Kaoru was nothing more than the beauty of innocence one radiated for the heaving of evil on their footstep. Battousai could never understand in a million years why one perfect little girl, who all the world had simply adore would falter from what she had and accept the most putrid darkness into her home, but most amazingly, her heart. He could never begin to analyze such a mistake…
He could understand Jersove, that she was a person just like him, killing people in attempt to exude the frustration, yet in a way it doesn't do one darn thing to make the voices decline. All it really does, is make a murderer one step closer to the abyss of darkness.
Battousai considered himself already in the abyss, yet he was fighting to live and the only way to live was by finding the most saintly soul, so she could clean him of all his wounds and slowly yet certainly fall back into the gap of sanity, the place he left behind for the name of blood. And he swore by graces name that is too holy to utter, he would have his Kaoru.
Jersove exhaled with timed breathes, gathering all her strength from the outer energies she formed a ball of chi within herself, allowing all that once was around her to fade. Fluttering her eyes slowly, she rose her head to his direction, sharp blue eyes serene in colour were exhibited, he was shocked to see Kaoru was there.
She's alive? B-But how can this be? She said she didn't know…hang on…
Battousai looked at his Kaoru, she was screaming inside to come out, she was literally falling onto floors of broken shards fighting her way through a hell she could no longer be a part of. Bit by bit, his Kaoru was slowly fading and this dominant female by the name of Jersove ruled and ruled. Kaoru was just barely alive, trying to reach him by Jersove's very appearance and it seem after so long, he finally realized and saw her for her most woeful cries. Battousai gasped, his Kaoru was pounding on the walls of Jersove for freedom, it wasn't like Jersove didn't know, it was in fact she very well knew, but she didn't accept it…
"Because she chose not to…" Battousai whispered to himself, he finally understood why Jersove was here. Why she was fighting him and herself most importantly, she was no other than confused by her infatuation for him. He remembered how she became aggressive when he told her of Kaoru, it was if she couldn't be denied. To Battousai this was all a good win…
Drawing unconsciously closer to his Kaoru, Battousai let out a hand in desperate attempt to touch his Kaoru's face. Jersove watched as Battousai's feet beguiled him for the façade of Kaoru he think he knows. Closer he draws into a fatal soundless trap, of being caught in a web of blind love. A pity he would die most lecherously cold. Jersove kept the serene look until alas she had him exactly where she wanted him, in her bounds, exactly in her sight. Leering into her thrifty trap, Battousai then saw the serene glow die, and before his fluttering eyes, a sword raced to him with speed as fast as a darting venomous cobra. He'd been so close to his love and now she was gone to this. Battousai ran out the way, rolling onto the floor holding a predator gaze over the woman who dubbed him in trickery.
"We learn from our foes, but in time they shall understand that someone will always grow stronger" he watched as she approached him, her steps resounding like bass in his ear, he had never felt this seen and for that matter lost. He watched as she came closer, raising the sword over her head, she lunged it forward on nothing more than dust.
"Aiming for me are you…you missed me a nanasecond ago…better luck next time my dear" he appeared behind her, realizing she was shock.
"KYAHHH" she spun her sword around trying to aim at him yet he would always vanish in just the nick of time. No matter how many times she aimed at him, she consecutively failed—failed to win. He remain unfazed, unperturbed and for that matter calm. Jersove thought about what she could do, ideas were little as most her soul was boiled up in choirs of anger.
Jersove had one idea…it had to work or she was gone for. Use the one person he loved against him. Sheathing her sword in a black sheath of golden dragons, she calmed herself and closed her eyes. She allowed the wind to dampen her hate and allow reality to fall whilst everything was quiet to exhume that part of her that constantly was fighting to burst free. Jersove was searching far however for the girl that was constantly on go, where was she? Wasn't Kamiya Kaoru suppose to be the first thing that came to her when she closed her eyes? Then why, why couldn't she find that girl now?
Deeper and deeper she ventured into her heart's most lone rooms. Shadows and memories of black and white was all that presented itself toward her. Opening one of the doors to her heart, she found there in front of her, a memory---a memory of Kamiya Kaoru. She was the most perfect woman to Jersove, she had everything from wit to determination, from kindness to love and that made them terribly different.
Jersove vigorously collected that forgotten part of her. Jersove jolted forward and with that she fell to the floor, 'GET UP!!' Jersove screamed at Kamiya Kaoru…
Kaoru did as she was told, dusting off her clothing from the dirt and dust, she looked around until her cerulean seraphic eyes of most holy innocence befell on Battousai. Battousai was now more than ever spellbound by the mistress of beauty who made all the warmth in his veins fade.
"K-Kenshin…" her voice…it was not sharp and curt like Jersove, it was almost patient and beautiful sounding. Like the sound of an angel playing a harp.
Yet Battousai narrowed his eyes, this could very well be another one of Jersove's traps. He would not falter again this easily, surely she didn't expect him to…
"K-kenshin??" she stuttered somewhat approaching him with innocent strides.
Battousai saw the innocence, the fact that she walked straight into a murderer without one hoot he could possibly hurt her. Yet the closer she came, he found it sickeningly hard to breathe, a scent of wild Sakura's in bloom reached his nostrils and he inhaled a most soul-claiming scent. The one of his love. Kaoru was barely a foot from him, her large eyes much different to that as Jersove. Big and round with child curiosity, burden and ecstasy. Her raven locks suddenly became a delicious arrangement as it boarded her face like a cherubic doll. Her pink rosy cheeks were alarmingly ---cute? And those lips—they suddenly became the only thing he wanted to touch…to taste…to remember. Distracted by her pink virgin lips, he suddenly understood how little modesty he would exude if he kissed them. And in superior speed, he grabbed the nape of her neck and thrust their lips against each other. Experienced coarse lips met her soft and innocence own. He coaxed her to kiss him, yet she slowly learned and became enthusiastic about the lover she waited so long for.
Suddenly her heart sounded like symphonic choirs, and it made a sound that only God could understand. Pulling back his lips, their foreheads touched while their eyes remained glued on the next, "oh Kaoru…how I waited for you—I waited so long and alas we can be…" he caressed her cheek, their love pouring out in every touch, in every kiss, in the words they'd utter in their confidence. Yet in bellows of Kaoru, Jersove was thrusting herself to the surface where she would once again become known to the world and this time, kill the real Kamiya Kaoru by destroying Battousai in his moments of blinding lust. Bursting free, Jersove send her hilt across his face slamming him straight into the face. Battousai fell to the floor, his cheek burning with a hurting sensation. Jersove once again was in control using every bit of wit and courage she had to finish this, once and for all.
"It is funny how you become so easily infatuated by Kaoru…why—I mean when you look at it, we are the same person" she paused, "if you know what I mean, what am I saying, you don't know now do you—oh well, too bad!" she approached again, her sword catching the light from the stars whilst everything she was became vile. Slamming him again and again with her blade, the half destroyed Battousai lay on the floor beaten and wounded, bleeding in lines of red. Turning him over from her now bloodied blade, she held the handle of her blade with two hands looking at the seemingly lifeless body on the floor, alas this is what she wanted and though the Kaoru in her cried, Jersoved admitted she didn't care. Lunging it down straight in a vertical line, the world and stars seem confused by the sudden move donated next.
A gawking sound of pain was heard, a blade bathed in blood, consumed deep in a body finally ripped through the next side. The painful sounds of dying whispers came to their victor's ears. In horror eyes of pain and shock were accompanied by the collapsing a great murderer. The Female Hitokiri Battousai.
Battousai looked as he watched his lover suffer the blow he caused her from her own trusted blade. She stumbled forward, her eyes though in shock questioned him countless times, how could he? Didn't he love her?
He collected her when she fell, placing his forehead against hers, there seem to be no signs of regret in his eyes as all she saw was pain engulfing her second by second.
'I wish now I hadn't been a murderer, I wish now I could understand what it means to truly find myself and with that…smile…smile my wild days and always be happy. No longer will this world be broken by my sword, as its last victim I have come to be…'
"W-Why?" her voice was a dying whisper…
Battousai was in grief, his entire soul seem calm but he was not at heart. Touching her cheek, he caressed it lightly, "I loved you Jersove…I really did…you were everything I could asked for…"
(Gawking in pain)
"B-but you weren't her" he almost gritted his teeth in being denied of his Kaoru… "you weren't her" he whispered again…
"I'd wait all the eternities and all the long days of my life to have—to have my Kaoru…but you took that from me." His eyes finally grew red, and tears of both hate and love for Jersove grew. A single tear fell, "I will always love you Jersove…but you aren't the woman I'd die to have…and even if you die which I know you will, my Kaoru will rise again" he shoved the sword deeper into her, his entire aura dark.
She jolted forward with dying sounds of gawks flowing into his ear.
"I love you…Jersove" he whispered into her ear before she could fade into the far beyond.
The world became dark and all that was once confused became more of what it was. The storm was over and the great battle of two assassins finally came to rest. Never to be awoken again.
Battousai lay Jersove on the floor, taking something from his pocket, he opened what seem to be a small potion bottle. This was the only thing that could bring his Kaoru back to him. The Cross-potion. Placing the black liquid over her raw wound Battousai inhaled the horror of his love so damaged, so thorn. For minutes he sat at her side waiting for her to stand. Then an hour phased slowly before him and then to his utter amazement, he realized he had created a huge mistake. He thought by killing Jersove and using the cross-potion, what happened to him would happen to her. But it seemingly became clear, that Jersove had killed Kaoru when death became the only thing on her mind. Battousai couldn't believe he had killed her…his love.
Feeling a heavy weight deep inside of him, something like tears sprout from his eyes. Even a murderer can cry. And Battousai took the chance to cry his heart's heaviest tale out in tears.
I killed you my love…
"I KILLED YOUUU" he shouted. Body and soul, spirit and mind clashed and broke. His sanity became corrupted and what was once calm became ignited in the glow of darkness. Battousai fell from his bounds, and alas fell onto his dead lover. Holding her, whispering words of 'come back' didn't seem to offer the dead a chance again. Words repeated like holy mantras became all in vain when nothing seem to work.
Placing his head over her heart, the one that would never beat again, he lay there damp and thorn for hours. Suddenly in amazement, a heartbeat was heard. Again and again this thump pounded on his ear. Battousai got up looking at the woman in front of him, "K-Kaoru?" maybe his mind was playing tricks on him…
Yet when the welcome of all innocent's rose, he knew he was not dreaming. Her eyes fluttered open and to her amazement she was gifted to see a man. Quirking a brow she said slowly, "Kenshin?"
"Kaoru" he whispered softly…a soft smile on his face…
"My Kenshin" jumping into his arms, he held her, his face grimacing at the fact he nearly lost her. He would never let her go and this time, this Battousai would write a book with all his long days in the arms of Kamiya Kaoru.
"My koishii" he whispered in her air, "lets go away from here"
"Hai anata, hai" interlacing her fingers into his own, they walked with nothing but love as the magnetism that kept their hearts attracted.
Walking away from all the hurtful memories, Battousai found himself a horse, getting onto it, he made sure to take up his most precious cargo, his love. Nestled firmly in front of him, Battousai remembered her happy face, it was what kept him alive and sane.
"Kyahh!" he snapped the reins and off they went into any direction with only their love as the compass to their hearts. Battousai had found his love and Kaoru had found her darling. Everything was finally in order, silence was truly bliss and all that was left to do, was go on and write another chapter of beautiful love.
Battousai turned one last time to look at the place he fought with Jersove. 'Good bye Jersove…good bye my little female, hitokiri battousai…'
Owari/End…
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An: Well I said I had to finish this fanfiction and man I really took the will to write it. I would have posted it on Friday but I had a musical play to attend. Well I hope you people like it and stuff, if you are puzzled then I'm sorry I puzzled you, somehow I can try to 'unpuzzlefy' you. Well, take care everyone, the pleasure was mine to make and finish my name, title story. Bye bye…
Take care everyone, all the best!
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