I can't rely on microsoft word anymore, I haven't installed it yet. If there are any dramatic mistakes that you can't possible bear unless you kill yourself...then I'll change it. ' u '
NOTICE: I slacked off a little in this chapter, but please do, go on hehe...
Chapter 6. The Thing of Death.
The moving scenery brushed by too fast, Soujirou couldn't keep his eyes in place. The farming fields, the dome shaped huts, the landscape..., "Oh look Futami-chan, the Hiei mountains...It's beautiful, ne?"
He nodded in approval, "Yes, it is."
"Hm, I wish to go there one day. I've always wondered what it would be like."
"It's...interesting, I imagine."
"Honto ne?" Kikari dropped her head to the side in a dainty manner, "Do you remember going there?"
"Perphaps..." Soujirou looked down from the window, "Maybe I have."
The great machinery came to a ground shaking stop along with massive white smoke. Passengers hopped off the steel stairs and landed on the solid ground of Edo. Soujirou and Kikari were one of the last group of people departing from the train, they had slowly packed; taking their time to gather the last hours of good memories.
Kikari gladly took in the excitement; Edo was the capital, it was the main attraction of Japan. All foreign things imaginable were displayed in this town, and everyone was dressed accordingly to the year. What also sparked her interest, was the rumor that Hitokiri battousai had dwelled in the capital. Though Kikari was always on the shy and cowardly side, she couldn't help but think what kind of person he was now. After years of onslaught and carnage; the man has retired and also fought to save Japan. How did he change? How could the the hitokiri live so tranquil and hospitable in this quiet town?
"Kikari." Soujirou addressed, deciding it's been too long since she'd been staring at the spot on the ground, "Let us go, ne?"
"Hai."
But before a step was even taken, a loud disturbing noise came from the pit of the gut. Soujirou covered his stomach and skittishly laughed, "Well, I guess I am a little hungry now."
Kikari gently covered her lips to hide the humor, "What are we waiting for? Let's find a restauraunt to eat in. With what you've earned, it's more than enough to have thirty meals." His smile grew soft as recollection began; when he committed the sin. The ableness of killing, wasn't wanted, and the guilt, wasn't there. What kind of person was he? Did he want to change before his fall?
"Irasshai mase! Douzo, Please have a seat." The woman with small eyes offered.
Soujirou smiled at her, and took a seat across from Kikari, "We'll have two Tsukimi Udons."
"Right away ma'am." she beamed and rushed off to another customer demanding more sake. They took a while to look around them; decorations were no more simpler than any other, yet the place seemed much more charming
Kikari faced Soujirou, wanting to mention something, "It's almost too real; it's like a dream."
"This place?"
"Everything, Futami. Everything that's happened to us so far. I've always wanted to leave, always wanted to come to Edo, and always wanted to be happy." she touched his hands with hers, and smiled warmly, "Thank you for giving me those things, Futami-chan." He responded with the same smile on his face, making her ponder if he felt the same way she did.
It was abrupt when she felt him, but Soujirou didn't mind; seeing her happy, was more than he wanted at the moment.
"Hai, douzo." A young girl had startled them both even with her soft voice. She bowed slightly and placed their lunch on the table, "Please, enjoy." she bowed the second time, showing her natrual good manners.
"Ooi! Tsubame." a rough voice of a young boy called.
"Oya, Yahiko-san, what can I help you with?"
"Nothing much, I just came by to visit you!"
The little girl smiled, "That is kind of you Yahiko, but now I am a bit busy." she faced Soujirou and Kikari, "Sumimasen, I am sorry for bothering you. My friend comes and goes as he pleases."
Soujirou nodded, "That's alright, no offense is taken." Yahiko flashed them with his childish grin to prove his harmlessness.
"Oya, Tae-san is signaling me again, please wait here Yahiko, I'll be back." He watched as Tsubame scurried off to meet biddings.
Soujirou watched the boy, carefuly studying his affectionate stare, "You are lucky to have a friend such as she."
"Yeah...I am." he replied modestly.
"Maybe," Kikari said, "it will grow into something more someday."
Almost immediately, a red brilliance flustered across his cheeks, "Uh...I...I..." a quiet laugh presented Soujirou, "Well- what about you! Don't you have that?"
Kikari felt the suspense tingle her skin as they waited for Soujirou's answer, "Someday." he said, feeling uneased.
Kikari watched him from a far, wondering what he meant by someday. Never? or soon? May be the whole thing was just foolhardy, about them two having a future together. She was aware, and accepted her liking towards the amnesic boy. It was better that he forgot everything, so he couldn't judge her at first sight. Or was she too selfish? To have him to herself?
Confused, and exhausted from mental exercise, Kikari let him be, and returned inside the old inn. Lamps were lit outside; the skies were getting darker. 'What am I doing here? I don't belong...anywhere.' Soujirou thought. 'I am...a murderer. Cold hearted; conciousless.' Gentle waves of light were printed on him as he watched from the bridge. 'I do care for Kikari, does that make me any better? Then, it means...I kill because I have to, because I must, ne? Did I live by that?...No, not likely. If I did, I'd feel bad.' He grasped the hidden katana beneath the cloth, 'But I don't, not at all. This weaponry, in my hands, is unable to leave.'
"Teme! Did you think I wouldn't notice? Come here boy!"
It caught his full attention when an angry man started choking a five year old pick-pocketer. 'Stop him? Even when it's not my business?... but I should, do something right.' "Sumimasen, you shouldn't hurt him like that, he's a only a child."
The man spat in front of him, "It's none of your business boy! Leave it be!"
"Omade Kudasai(Please stop)." Soujirou requested again.
"Don't get involved with me, boy." he warned, refusing to control the anger, "I'm not afraid to hurt anyone."
"Neither am I."
Brown eyes drunk with redness, narrowed towards Soujirou. He let go of the child's neck, who was barely alive. "I'm not in the best of mood now, don't frustrate me any further."
"Gomen, I didn't mean the stress, but I'd just appreciate it if you'd let him go sooner." A wad of spit would've landed on Soujirou's face if he hadn't suspected it earlier, "Please sir, there is no need for childish behavior."
The man's skin reddened as he inhaled deeply, "You take that back! I'll-I'll kill you!"
"Let it be, then. I couldn't care any less than I do." Soujirou gave one final smile and turned away to the inn. Nobody can turn away from him, nobody. Pride and wrath stirred in his mind to create revenge, and his revenge took action. The man clenched his fists full of veins...
"You are back, so soon?" Kikari watched Soujirou come in, soundlessly as if she were already asleep.
"Hai, it is getting darker." he spread his lips, I had to... "There are many troubles at night." I knew I had to...
"Wakarimasu."
Suddenly, a distant scream echoed across their room; a woman's voice rang down the quiet streets, crying for help, "Oh dear, what was that?" Kikari femininely rushed out the door to the commotion. The sight she found had scarred her youthful eyes, and plauged her mind with nightmares to come. Flesh, bared to the bone, laid in pieces, drowned in a pool of deep red. Kikari was trembled by corruption, unable to take fearful blue eyes off the fresh carcass. She couldn't be saved, not from the vision of death. It's replacment for comfort was only him, "Fu-Futami!"
"I couldn't contorl it..." he whispered to the night, "I had to..."
Vocab(Short): There'd probably be no more vocab later, I gave it all away )
Irasshai mase: Oh man, I think I spelled the romaji wrong or something...but anyway...it means welcome(formal)
Wakarimasu: I know(respectfully.)