Warning: angst ahead. XD
"Rurouni"
(Some rural part of Japan, 1870)
The clearing was quiet and still, save for the flies buzzing around. A silent man looked upon the scene with eyes widened from shock. His hand slackened its grip on the small bag he carried his few belongings in, letting it fall to the ground. This was a familiar sight to him, but that left him no comfort. 'It's the same…why?'
There had been a massacre in this deceptively serene place. Bodies of men, women, and even children lay sprawled in the clearing in pools of blood. Visions of the past flooded through the onlooker's mind, visions of three women giving up their lives for the sake of one small boy, of the same boy in a field filled with graves.
Ransacked boxes and crates littered the grass surrounding the dead. It was obvious who had killed these people, and it angered the man. Bandits. They had left a clear trail, so it wouldn't be hard to find them. He could track them down; it would be easy, he thought to himself, and he could get these people's revenge for them. He would just hunt them down, and then he'd…
He stopped. If he still struggled from thoughts like this, from the bloodlust of a killer, what had ever made him thought he could change. He was still a killer, and that's all he ever would be. Just what was it that made him any better than the bandits that angered him so? A cloud drifted in front of the sun, shadowing the still clearing, and the tears poured down like rain.
るろうに
End "Rurouni
MS's notes:
Depressing, isn't it… XD What's kind of scary is that I started writing this during church… O.o Thanks for your reviews, guys; I really enjoy hearing from you. This drabble was inspired by and based on a scene in Hakubaikou's "Against a Sea of Troubles." Great fanfic, by the way. Next drabble: Wait and see. ;)