Reflection
Hiko thoughtfully watched the redhead practice.
Do I train him? He came to me. "Teach me true strength," he'd begged.
God, it was almost like watching Kenshin. Except this boy didn't understand what strength meant...
Suddenly Hiko felt old and tired.
He couldn't. Wouldn't. He owed Kenshin that much. Kenshin, who had gone off to fight another damned war when he was already dying.
Dying from Hiten Mitsurugi.
Dying because of my training.
Hiko watched the boy who looked so much like his baka deshi.
No, I won't train him. Your son is safe with me.
I owe you that much.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Ruroken, that I most certainly do not.
Author's note: This is set during the Seisouhen OVA. Although I thought it was a beautiful movie (I honestly did), my big problem with it was how out of character some of the main characters were. So, I have this mini-mission to fix that with fanfictions. I've already posted "Saying Goodbye" which makes me feel a bit better about Kenshin, and a lot happier with Sano. This is my quick fix for Hiko. Maybe I'll do more with him in a longer story. But I was irritated that in the OVA he doesn't seem to care much that Kenshin is missing... or dying, which I'm sure he also knows about...
Anyway, my fifth 100 word ficlet. And for once this wasn't an "I- don't- feel- like- updating- like- I- should- be- doing" story. I have officially been working diligently on "Out of Time" (insert cocky Hiko laugh)
Okay... I'll stop now...
Dewa mata!