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Chapter Two
Yami stared at the retreating back of the red-haired boy and shook his head, sighing.
Yami, did Kenshin say the Ishin Shishi? Do you know what that means? That means he's from the Bakumatsu! Yugi yelled from his place in the puzzle.
Oh yeah, we learned about that time period in history class, didn't we?
Yeah, the one with the deadly assassin called the Hitokiri Battousai. You know, if Kenshin wasn't so young and small, he'd probably have fit the description of that legendary manslayer perfectly. I mean, he had the scar and the golden eyes and the sword and everything... Yugi trailed off in surprise. Uh, Yami, what if he IS the Hitokiri Battousai? I mean, legend could be exaggerating about the whole, "a demon that's seven feet tall and is as fast as a god" thing, right?
Yami began to have some suspicions at that point.
Kenshin was wandering aimlessly down the paved road. He couldn't tell what the road was made of, but it was a clean road. There were no bloodstains and there was barely any garbage. And there were a lot of cars going down the road as well. He was starting to agree with the two spirits—he definitely was in the wrong time period. Sighing, he continued on his lonely way. Suddenly, he saw another lone figure coming towards him, walking just as aimlessly as he was. Squinting, he tried to see what the person looked like. It seemed to be a young boy about his age with long white hair. He tried to sense the boy's spirit, and found that he, like Yugi Moto, also had two spirits. By this time, Kenshin was getting fed up with the people with two spirits. They were starting to irritate him, because in itself, having two spirits was impossible, and he had already met two people with this condition on the same day. But he soon saw that the white-haired boy had a second spirit that was extremely evil and sadistic, unlike Yugi Moto, who's second spirit had a noble heart. The white-haired boy's second spirit was laden with darkness and anger. It was actually a darkness very similar to Kenshin's own. He knew that he would have to watch out for this boy. And it just so happened that the evil spirit was in control of the body at that particular moment. Evidently the evil spirit sensed Kenshin's strong aura because he looked up and sneered at him.
"So," he said, without any preamble, "this is the little boy who's fighting spirit I sensed from a mile away. You look like a real weakling, don't you know that? How could someone as weak as you have such a strong spirit? Besides, you're just a stupid mortal, so you can't be much of a challenge. I am the great Bakura and no one can stand against me, least of all a weakling of a mortal."
Kenshin looked scornfully at him, and then said, "Another one of you stupid two-spirited people. I met one of your kind back there a little ways. He almost ran me over. I've had just about enough of you people. I'm in a really bad mood today. If you want me to fight you, then stop wasting time and let's get it over with. And let's go to the side of the road because this nice road is too clean and I don't want to dirty it with your stinking blood." So saying, he threw one of his swords to Bakura and walked off the road and slid into battou-jutsu stance. "Oh yes, I should also warn you. In my time, I was called the Hitokiri Battousai. Do you still want to fight me?"
Bakura snarled in fury and lunged at Kenshin.
Kenshin could tell that Bakura didn't have much experience with swords, but he was very good with daggers. His strategy was to distract Kenshin with the sword so that he could use the dagger and stick it into Kenshin when he wasn't paying attention. Kenshin almost laughed out loud at the sheer absurdity of the plan, but he was willing to let Bakura try to go through with it, just for the amusement.
Bakura slashed at Kenshin with his sword, and Kenshin deliberately slowed his sword stroke down so it would meet Bakura's head on. Bakura, triumph on his face, used his left hand to grab a dagger hidden in his shirt, only to get the wind knocked out of him as Kenshin rammed the blade's sheath into Bakura's stomach.
Smirking, Kenshin stood over the wheezing Bakura and said, "Hiten Mitsurigi Ryu, Sou Ryu Sen. I told you I was the Battousai, didn't I? But you didn't listen." So saying, he took his sword from Bakura's shaking hands and walked away, leaving Bakura lying in the road.
In his soul room, Ryou was contemplating on what had happened. He had been looking on at the fight through Bakura's eyes, and he was wondering about it. He had seen how Kenshin had tricked Bakura, and he secretly laughed at Bakura's humiliation. But he didn't think much of Kenshin's attitude. To Ryou, Kenshin was the same type as Bakura, arrogant and egotistical. He was also wondering about the whole Battousai thing. He knew that the Battousai had lived almost 200 years ago. He decided that the boy couldn't possibly be the Battousai. He was probably just being egotistical. But that didn't explain the swords. Ryou was joining everyone else in being confused.