Author's note: Well here is the second chapter. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the reviews. Oh and on that note it wasn't Kenshin who killed her family, it was someone else. He will make a grand appearance later on in the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin or its characters.
Chapter 2
The storm was fierce as the rain and the wind howled. Lighting lit up the sky for brief moments at a time. Thunder crashed loudly and seemed to echo throughout the land. Kenshin held his arm out in front of him to block the wind and rain from beating against his face. He was less than half a day's walk from Kyoto and he wanted to make it there before the night was up.
Kenshin had not been to Kyoto for many years. In his heart he was dreading his arrival there. He had been an assassin of the worst sort, slaughtering people in the streets during the revolution. He had tried all his life to forget about his past yet it still haunted him. He had wandered all over Japan reflecting on his choices and thoughts about life, wanting to find some sort of balance.
Kenshin's master had tried to teach him how to live in balance with the world around him. But since Kenshin was only a small boy at that time the teachings did not sink in. He had left his master to help people during the revolution and as a result he became what he is now.
Kenshin grit his teeth and wrinkled his nose, this storm was making it impossible to travel. He decided that now would be the best time to rest, he could travel the rest of the way as soon as the storm let up. Kenshin had avoided Kyoto for a long while, wanting to forget about his past, to forget about his master, the revolution, and Tomoe.
Tomoe had been Kenshin's wife, a kind soft spoken woman. She had been killed to get to him. Her body had been pinned to the wall to their small cottage, completely mangled and deformed. The memory of it made Kenshin shake with anger. She was murdered because he was an assassin.
That was when he had become a wanderer. Traveling all of Japan helping people in need. He had not visited Tomoe's grave in all those years, being content to forget about it. Why he was headed there now he couldn't say, but he felt that he was being called to Kyoto, for some odd reason.
The storm let up some and Kenshin thought is best to get moving. If he had any luck whatsoever his master would still live just out side Kyoto. Maybe he would pay him a visit. He moved on never even noticing the small sleeping form of a girl leaning up against a tree nearby.