Sister Of Mine

By: Hitokiri Musei

Rated: T

Summary: Kaoru meets a girl in the market one day and the resemblance to Kenshin is mind blowing. When she goes home she finds that the girl has followed her, and pasts are revealed as Kenshin discovers he has a sister; Kyla Himura.
Warnings and Disclaimer: I don't own the Kenshin-gumi, but I do own Kyla. This is bound to be slightly OOC because I have to rearrange Kenshin's past some to make Kyla fit in. Hope you like it!

I ask a favor of my readers! I must know two words in Japanese. What is little brother, and older sister? Let me know as soon as possible!

Chapter 1

(Kyla)

I was walking on my own, as always. Over the years I had gotten used to it, but I never gave up the hope that I may find my brother. I had just passed a small wood, and now I was heading into a town. I had a strong feeling that I may find something here, for I had heard of people seeing the 'return of the Battousai' in these parts. I highly doubted this, but it might give me a lead.
I walked quietly through the market, ignoring the stares I got from many people. I'll admit, I look different, and I carry a sword, but that's no reason to watch me. I was short for my age, just at 5" 3', and I was 32 years old. My hair was long, reaching about to my waist and a peculiar shade of red/black. My gi was black, my hakama white. I usually wear navy hakamas, but I thought that may be a bit threatening to these people.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts I didn't notice when a young girl stepped out in front of me. I bumped into her, causing her purchases, two new kimonos, to fall to the ground. "I'm sorry." I murmured as I bent over to help her pick them up.

The woman looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, and she had long raven hair and sapphire blue eyes. Her voice was bright and cheerful, and she had strong ki. "That's alright." I had to wonder if she was a swordswoman like myself; but I was cut off as her mouth opened in a gasp as she saw my face.

I sighed, closing my eyes slightly. "Don't be alarmed, I'm not as bad as I look."

I assumed she was staring at my scar, the cut that ran from the right side of my forehead, across the bridge of my nose and down my left cheek to meet with my jawline. But to my surprise she shook her head. "No it's not that. It's just that you look so much like someone I know." She smiled lightly as we both stood. "In fact, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were related."

I narrowed my eyes. "Oh? What's the name on that one?"

She looked at me sideways. "Kenshin. Why?"

I hid my emotions well, keeping my face as blank as stone. My sensei had beaten it into me. Don't show what you feel, it will betray you. It's better not to feel. "Oh, just curious."

She smiled. "Well, thanks for helping me pick these up. I should have been watching where I was going. My name's Kaoru Kamiya by the way. What's yours?"
I allowed a small smile to show as not to alarm her. "My name is Kyla. I'm a rurouni of sorts."

She shook her head again. "Wow, now you're really getting to my head. Kenshin's a rurouni too; well at least he used to be. He stays with us now."

I smiled inwardly. 'I do believe I've found you.'

She suddenly started. "Sorry Kyla, but I've got to go. It was nice to meet you. Maybe I'll see you again?"

I nodded. "We probably will Kaoru."

She hurried away from me and I walked slowly after her, keeping sight of her black ponytail. I had a strong feeling that I had finally found my brother. If this Kenshin was the one I was searching for I could finally stop my wandering and try to piece my family back together. I set my left hand lightly on the hilt of my katana, a place I had grown accustomed to putting it over the years.

I followed Kaoru silently for a long while, until she came to a gate. I spotted the words 'Kamiya dojo' written on a plaque and I assumed that Kaoru must own the building. I watched as the gate closed, pondering if I should simply go knock or leap the fence and try to find Kenshin on my own.

'I don't want to trespass.' I thought. I walked towards the gate, some distant part of me hoping against hope that I would find what I was searching for here.

(Kenshin)

I was doing the laundry when Miss Kaoru returned from the market. She had been to get two new kimonos that she had seen the other day when the two of us had gone for food. I smiled at her as she came up to me. "Hello Kaoru-dono. Did you get what you wanted?"
She smiled warmly at me, nodding happily. "Sure did Kenshin." Her face suddenly grew serious. "I also ran into someone there, literally. She looked so much like you Kenshin. For a moment I thought I was looking at you, but the scar gave it away."

I cocked my head. "May sessha ask what that scar looked like?"
She traced a finger from the right side of her forehead to her left jawbone, passing over the bridge of her nose. "It went across here." I narrowed my eyes and she sat against the pole in front of me, her feet dangling off of the porch. "What's wrong Kenshin?"
"Sessha knows this person, or woman to be correct." I murmured. "And I am worried about her presence here, that I am."

Kaoru furrowed her brows in confusion. "Whatever for Kenshin? She seemed nice to me."

I looked at her. "This woman was in the Bakumatsu like sessha was. She was known as Hitokiri Musei for her ability to move with no sound. Sessha was told to kill her once, but then," I trailed off. Then I had met Tomoe, and my life had been thrown into turmoil.

Kaoru didn't press the matter, thank kami for that. She opened her mouth, but a knock came at the dojo gate. I looked towards the door, and then stood. "Sessha will get it Kaoru-dono."

She made no comment as I walked away from her. I opened the gate and found myself looking into the soft green eyes of a woman just barely taller than myself. I saw no reaction on her face, but I could tell it was fighting to get out.

"Can sessha help you?" I said softly. She made no comment and I took this moment to observe her. It was Musei, I knew that because of the scar across her features. She wore a black gi and white hakama, and to my surprise still carried a katana. No doubt she had long ago rid herself of the wakizachi.

Her face softened. "You're Kenshin aren't you?"

I nodded slowly and tears welled in her eyes. I was silent, something had been plaguing this woman and I wanted to let her get it over with.

"My name is Kyla. Kyla Himura," she said softly. My eyes widened. "I'm your sister Kenshin."

Wakizachi – Shorter sword that kyla uses, just like Battousai did.

Katana – Longer sword

Hitokiri Musei – Silent Manslayer

Sessha – This unworthy one, Kenshin's name for himself

Gi – shirt basically

Hakama – pants