Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. I do own Sakura and would appreciate it if no one use her without my permission.
Chapter 3: The Legendary Red SamuraiKenshin woke the next morning feeling quite tired. He had certainly not slept well that night, being that his dreams were plagued with nightmares. He quickly got dressed, pulling his usual magenta shirt over his head, and pulling on a pair of pants.
Kenshin walked out into the kitchen, seated himself at the table, and buried his face in his strong hands. He sighed deeply, considering the meaning of his nightmares. Kaoru walked into the room from outside.
"…and here's the kitchen." The girl stated, leading a cloaked figure into the room. Its long, black robe swept the ground. Jet-black hair, tipped with gold and silver, flowed out from under the hood, spilling over its slender shoulders.
"Oh, Kenshin! We have a new tenant." Kaoru said cheerily.
"It's temporary…" the shrouded figure stated bluntly, its seductive, silky voice flowing over the words like a river over pebbles. Kenshin nodded his head in mild interest.
"And what is your name?" He asked. The cloaked figure chuckled mysteriously.
"Must you ask such asinine questions, Himura?" the person asked, a petulant tone in its voice. It turned to Kaoru. "Would you like to show me the rest of the dogo?" it asked.
"Umm…yes, of course." The young woman said. "Right this way." Kaoru motioned for the figure to follow.
The cloaked person turned to leave. As it rotated, Kenshin caught sight of two bright silver eyes staring at him. His own lavender eyes widened in realization of who the strange visitor was: Sakura-the Red Samurai.
She saw the puzzled look on Kenshin's visage and she laughed. "Sakura? Is that you?" Kenshin said, standing up.
"As I've said before, Himura, such asinine questions you ask…" the young woman replied. She removed her hood, revealing a beautiful face. Porcelain skin, dark glossy hair, cold platinum eyes, high cheekbones…she truly was beautiful. "Like I said: this living arrangement is merely provisional. I have a date with a man who has a death wish in Kyoto. I believe he goes by the name of Shishiou."
"Shishiou!" Kenshin exclaimed. "Are you crazy? He'll massacre you!"
Sakura chuckled. "Good. I haven't had a good fight since our last meeting, Battousai. It seems that the quality of warriors has gone down lately…everyone that I've killed hasn't been much of a match…"
"You didn't stop after the war was over?" Kenshin asked, perplexed.
"No, Himura, I didn't. I had no reason to…these fools who ruined our way of life with their conformist ways don't deserve to live, in my eyes." Sakura retorted. "I thought that, perhaps, one of them would be strong enough to end my miserable life…alas, I was wrong…" she sighed.
Kenshin eyed the woman suspiciously. "Well, Himura-sama, I must be off. Kaoru-san wishes to show me the rest of the house." The young woman stated. She turned on her heel, cold eyes flashing, and walked through the doorway to the back of the dogo. Kenshin's amethyst eyes followed her retreating figure until she disappeared through the doorway to the guest bedroom.
'Why has she come back?' he mentally asked himself, drumming his fingertips on the table. 'Hmm…whatever the reason, it can't be good…'
Crystal tears…
Red, deep red…
Many fears…
Red, deep red…
Truth or lie…
Red, deep red…
Spirits die…
Red, deep red…
Red, deep red…
