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A Fallen Son

Zanza Sagara stood on the bridge in Tokyo near the Kami Kashein Dojo. He surveyed the shallow waters wishing that they could somehow bring him death. But no those waters could not bring him peace. He looked up as he sensed someone near him.

"I do not plan to stay Miss Migumi. I am just passing by."

"Yet again you are just passing by. You have been passing by frequently."

"This is the only place I know that I feel somewhat safe in. But I put you all in danger."

"What is it that you fear Zanza?"

"I fear my fathers death. Swords are being thrown way and more and more guns are being brought to use. I don't want to die my father's death. I must die by a sword." He answered solemnly.

"Your father was a good man. I understand your fears but it's been five years now. Can't you at least tell me what happened?" She asked longing for the answer to the secret that had been kept locked up for five years.

"I see it as if it were happening in front of my eyes. I was almost sixteen. Father had been training me for years now. There was a knock at the door and I followed my father who answered it. There were imperialists. Four of them." Zanza paused.

Flash back

"What do you want?" Senoske Sagara asked coldly fully aware of the imperialist factor.

"Senoske Sagara?" A man asked stepping forward. "The Senoske Sagara? The last of the members of the Sekihotai?"

"I am not the last." He answered glaring at them.

"Oh yes you are. I have already finished off the other brat."

"You killed…"

"Oh yes we did. We were sent here now to completely finish the job."

"He is not the last member of the Sekihotai! I am a member of it too!"

"No you are not Rinon! Go back inside!"

"No father! I will stay and fight with you!"

"Ah. So the brat had a child. Then this child is also Sekihotai." Said the chief amused.

"No he is not! You will not touch him!"

"No? Then if I can not touch him…" They all pulled out pistols. "One of these can." Shots rang out before Rinon could act. He stood in shock as his father dove in front of him. That would not be the last time that someone he loved would take the fall for him.

"Father!" Rinon paid no attention as Kenshin Hemoura had burst out and knocked out all of the imperialists. He held his dying father in his arms.

End of flash back

"I held him in my arms. He was dying in my arms. I could not stand it. Now I was the last of the Sekihotai. My father trained me it was in my blood. There was nothing I could do about it." He said as tears began to sting his eyes.

"But what did he tell you? He whispered something to you as he died. I can see it in your eyes."

"He told me. He told me I was worthy."

"Worthy of what?"

"He told me that I Rinon who had no last name was worthy of the name Senoske Sagara. He said he wanted me to have it. That was the day that I refused to go by Rinon anymore. I went by Senoske as he wanted."

"But that is not what you by now. You don't go by Senoske anymore."

"The only name of his I am worthy of is Zanza so that is my name."

"You have spilt blood haven't you?" He looked up from his feet to stare solemnly at her with his blue gray eyes and nodded.

"Yes."

"You broke your promise."

"Yes."

"Show me the sword that broke it." Zanza obediently unsheathed it. Though it gleamed in the setting suns light Zanza knew it was unclean. It was dirty bathed in blood so many times. "How many?"

"Too." He shook his head. "Too many."

"Why?"

"I never meant to Miss Megumi. I never wanted to pick up a real sword. I never meant to stain my hands with the blood of man. I was forced to. My life was in danger. But…" He paused. "I would have rather ended my life than do what I had to do."

"But what did you have to do?"

"I loved once." Megumi's eyes widened. "I was to be married. My child was on the way and I had the most beautiful woman in Tokyo by my side. Minoa Shina. I loved her very much and was looking forward to my son or maybe daughter. Yet everything that was right went wrong. This all happened about a year ago."

"So you never did leave Tokyo?"

"No. Tokyo was my home I just didn't wish to be near the people I grew up with and had memories with. Being in Tokyo was bad enough. But I could avoid my memories if I never associated myself with my childhood."

"So what happened? To your wife I mean."

"Ah…Minoa. Her ex husband was an ex-chief in the imperialist army. Minoa and I were walking in the town in search of a new house to raise our child in when we ran in to him. He demanded of me my name and I gave it to him. And then I made my mistake. He asked of me if my father was Senoske Sagara of the Sekihotai and if that was where I got my name. At that time I did not know of his imperialist background so therefore told him of my father and how much I despised the imperialist government.

"And by then he knew who I was and had drawn the gun…" He paused as bad memories had swarmed through his head. Megumi gazed into his eyes, which were unfocused and staring away into the setting sun. Megumi knew the look in his eyes. He was remembering. Remembering that awful night. In his eyes she saw pain of all the flooding memories of both his father and his wife.

"He pulled the gun and once again the one that I loved took the blow." He did not take his eyes off the sun. "She ran in front of me to stop him but he had already pulled the trigger. Once…Twice…Three times he pulled that trigger before I could react. I hate guns Miss Megumi. They have taken all those that I love and I still fear them. I am paralyzed with fear when one is drawn and can only sit and watch as my family dies.

"I have buried my father, my wife and my yet unborn child. And with them I buried myself. I buried Senoske Sagara. And from that night forward I picked up my sword and have killed any of those who cross my path. Every person I kill I remember the people who killed my family and my soul. And every time I kill I wish that I am the person falls to the ground." Tears now stinging his eyes Zanza Sagara raised his sword and plunged it into his own chest.

"Senoske!" Megumi screamed. Zanza stumbled back. He too had the strength of his father and could not be slain by a mere sword. He fell to his knees. "Senoske what are you doing! We have all felt pain! And I was in that position too many times! But my friends pulled me through it!"

"Miss Megumi? Who… was…" He groaned and spit up blood. "My mother?" He asked gazing up at her with his pain filled eyes.

"I…I swore not to tell." Zanza gave her a grim smile as he dug through his pocket and fished out the pistol that he had just purchased. "Zanza?"

"Miss Megumi if I could do one thing before I die I would take my fathers place in that shooting and ask…ask him if he was ashamed of me. That would have let me rest in peace. But now Miss Migumi I will die with a sword in my heart and a gun to my head…"

"Nooo!" She screamed as the gun went off. Megumi fell to her knees sobbing over the now dead body.

A/N- OK that's the first chapter but you might want to read the second one before you judge cause the next one goes in a different direction. Well please review I need all the ego boosts I can get in order to finish this story J . See yaz 4 now!