Disclaimer – I'm only gona type this once because I can't be bothered to
keep typing it and because everyone knows I don't own R.K. ok.
I DO NOT OWN RUROUNI KENSHIN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. There.
I originally wrote this for a school project type thing but I thought some of you guys might like to read it so here ya go.
Flashback "" People speaking.
Chapter 1
Enishi
I'd heard people talking about him. I'd heard the stories. The rumours. The lies. They said he was as strong as an ox. Some said he was faster than lightning. Some even went as far as to say that he could kill with just a look. But as I glared into his cold yellow eyes, I realised I did not care whether he was strong or fast or possessed special abilities. All I knew was that I would kill him.
Tomoe
Her pale, slender hand came to rest by the side of her lover's cheek. He wrapped his arms around her waist and embraced her. She looked up at him and they both laughed.
She could still see the joy etched on his face, the love that shone in his eyes. She could still hear their happy, contented laughter echoing in her mind.
Her blue eyes squeezed tightly shut and she shook her head furiously from side to side, trying to rid herself of the memory. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to blink away the forming tears in her eyes and concentrate on her task. The small, deserted house, stood alone at the back of a dark and desolate alleyway. Gripping the hilt of her sword, she emerged from the shadows and stepped towards the open window to look in on her prey.
The room was blanketed in a bluish, black darkness, except for a single stream of moonlight that shone in from an opposing window. She could see that the space was quite poorly furnished. There was a desk with a chair in one corner and a chest of drawers that rested against a plain white wall. It was not at all what she had expected; a man in his line of work with such a modest looking home. Upon a futon in the centre of the room, lay the body of a sleeping man. Moving nearer to him, something caught her eye. A glint of polished metal. On closer inspection she saw it was a sword. His sword. The weapon that destroyed years of happiness in just a few seconds. Her eyes travelled up to the hand that gripped its hilt. The eyes of the woman lingered on his wrist. The wrist that with one flick, he had mercilessly slain her husband without a second thought.
Anger bubbled inside of her as she stared at the face of the murder. In sleep, he looked peaceful, innocent even. His red hair was fanned out around his head like a halo of fire, reminding her of hell. Where she thought he belonged. Her eyes flicked down to his neck and her hands clenched into fists as she fought to restrain herself. How she itched to take her blade and slice it across his neck as he had done to her husband. The only thing stopping her was the thought that killing him in his sleep was a death not befitting of him. He deserved something much worse. With that thought she retraced her steps, climbed gracefully through the window and vanished into the night.
Enishi
I remember the day that I met him. My sister had recently sent me a letter from Kyoto, saying that she had fallen in love with a great and wonderful man. I came straight away to congratulate her and to warn whoever the man was that if he ever hurt her he would be sorry.
When I arrived at the address she had given me, I saw him standing there. Kenshin Himura. I thought that maybe the long trip to Kyoto had affected me more than I wanted to admit and caused me to hallucinate. I blinked a few times but to no avail. He was still there. The killer of thousands. The destroyer of lives. The walking death. Smiling? And waving of all things, from the doorway of the house. He poked his head inside briefly, calling for his wife and out came my sister, Tomoe. That's when I found out. The great and wonderful man was him. 'The manslayer'.
Tomoe leaned over and kissed Kenshin on the cheek. My lip curled subconsciously in disgust. She then turned and ran towards me, her arms outstretched for an hug. I hugged her as tightly as I could. I had missed her so much since she moved from Tokyo. We often wrote to each other but it wasn't the same as seeing her in person. She had the same dark blue eyes and long black hair that contrasted completely with her pale skin. She looked exactly the same since the last time I had seen her only now she was a fully grown woman.
Tomoe was smart, beautiful and far too good for him but because I loved my sister I tried to be happy for her, I really did. I just couldn't help the fact that every time I thought of his tainted hands all over her, it made me feel physically sick.
End of chappie!!
Hope you liked it. The next chappie is coming soon.
Please RR and tell me what you think. TTFN!!!!
Xx Niji xX
I originally wrote this for a school project type thing but I thought some of you guys might like to read it so here ya go.
Flashback "" People speaking.
Chapter 1
Enishi
I'd heard people talking about him. I'd heard the stories. The rumours. The lies. They said he was as strong as an ox. Some said he was faster than lightning. Some even went as far as to say that he could kill with just a look. But as I glared into his cold yellow eyes, I realised I did not care whether he was strong or fast or possessed special abilities. All I knew was that I would kill him.
Tomoe
Her pale, slender hand came to rest by the side of her lover's cheek. He wrapped his arms around her waist and embraced her. She looked up at him and they both laughed.
She could still see the joy etched on his face, the love that shone in his eyes. She could still hear their happy, contented laughter echoing in her mind.
Her blue eyes squeezed tightly shut and she shook her head furiously from side to side, trying to rid herself of the memory. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to blink away the forming tears in her eyes and concentrate on her task. The small, deserted house, stood alone at the back of a dark and desolate alleyway. Gripping the hilt of her sword, she emerged from the shadows and stepped towards the open window to look in on her prey.
The room was blanketed in a bluish, black darkness, except for a single stream of moonlight that shone in from an opposing window. She could see that the space was quite poorly furnished. There was a desk with a chair in one corner and a chest of drawers that rested against a plain white wall. It was not at all what she had expected; a man in his line of work with such a modest looking home. Upon a futon in the centre of the room, lay the body of a sleeping man. Moving nearer to him, something caught her eye. A glint of polished metal. On closer inspection she saw it was a sword. His sword. The weapon that destroyed years of happiness in just a few seconds. Her eyes travelled up to the hand that gripped its hilt. The eyes of the woman lingered on his wrist. The wrist that with one flick, he had mercilessly slain her husband without a second thought.
Anger bubbled inside of her as she stared at the face of the murder. In sleep, he looked peaceful, innocent even. His red hair was fanned out around his head like a halo of fire, reminding her of hell. Where she thought he belonged. Her eyes flicked down to his neck and her hands clenched into fists as she fought to restrain herself. How she itched to take her blade and slice it across his neck as he had done to her husband. The only thing stopping her was the thought that killing him in his sleep was a death not befitting of him. He deserved something much worse. With that thought she retraced her steps, climbed gracefully through the window and vanished into the night.
Enishi
I remember the day that I met him. My sister had recently sent me a letter from Kyoto, saying that she had fallen in love with a great and wonderful man. I came straight away to congratulate her and to warn whoever the man was that if he ever hurt her he would be sorry.
When I arrived at the address she had given me, I saw him standing there. Kenshin Himura. I thought that maybe the long trip to Kyoto had affected me more than I wanted to admit and caused me to hallucinate. I blinked a few times but to no avail. He was still there. The killer of thousands. The destroyer of lives. The walking death. Smiling? And waving of all things, from the doorway of the house. He poked his head inside briefly, calling for his wife and out came my sister, Tomoe. That's when I found out. The great and wonderful man was him. 'The manslayer'.
Tomoe leaned over and kissed Kenshin on the cheek. My lip curled subconsciously in disgust. She then turned and ran towards me, her arms outstretched for an hug. I hugged her as tightly as I could. I had missed her so much since she moved from Tokyo. We often wrote to each other but it wasn't the same as seeing her in person. She had the same dark blue eyes and long black hair that contrasted completely with her pale skin. She looked exactly the same since the last time I had seen her only now she was a fully grown woman.
Tomoe was smart, beautiful and far too good for him but because I loved my sister I tried to be happy for her, I really did. I just couldn't help the fact that every time I thought of his tainted hands all over her, it made me feel physically sick.
End of chappie!!
Hope you liked it. The next chappie is coming soon.
Please RR and tell me what you think. TTFN!!!!
Xx Niji xX