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A/N: Hey guys, it's been a long time since I've posted anything on I suddenly got a muse to do this and so here it is!!!! YAYYAYAYYYY!!!!! XD My first RuKen fic, an experimental one-- I'll just see how much feedback I'll get with this fic, if you ppl think it's ok then maybe I'll continue, if not I'll just leave it. Reviewers will be given KitKats!!!! I wuff KitKats......XD

Oh yeah, this fic is set in present time. I made it that Sagara-taicho is Sano's brother, well they are like brothers anyways. This fic is soon-to-be shounen-ai, boyXboy stuff, so don't like, don't read. Simple, isn't it? ;-)

A few offensive language kiddies, sowwy... ;-)

On wif da fic!!!! YAYY!!!! XD

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Heavy rain. Thunder.

Somehow he enjoyed it. The sound of rain falling, the crack of occasional thunder.

He enjoyed it.

Ah, at times like these there was nothing to feel but a sudden pang of such loneliness, such emptyness inside that it nearly drove him to the edge of lunacy.

He wouldn't mind a company. He felt he needed one, but he smiled out of that mere stupidity of a thought. Who would accompany him in this horrid-yet-blissful weather? At this hour of 2 p.m. to be exact.

He could feel as if reality was laughing at him.

Oh, fuckin' shut up.

Clad in nothing but faded jeans, he gave his body a relieving stretch due to the strain of muscles from just lying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling, with the radio tuning softly dripping love songs that he previously oblivious of it. He shivered. Love songs? He really needed to get a life.

Curling and uncurling his toes, he mustered all of his lazy-ass strength to force himself up on his feet and walked feebly to his computer table to turn off that damned radio. He ran his fingers through his rooster-like hair. Yes, he desperately needed to get a fuckin' life.

He needed something to clear off his shitty head. Everything...was just like shit. He had just lost his job as a pizza delivery boy for the umpteenth time that month just because some customer unwisely picked up a fight with him. One idiotic bastard to get onto his nerves when he was already in a foul mood. A few punches later and the wise guy was sprawling on the floor, clutching his -perhaps- broken nose and bleeding jaw-- an hour later he was clutching his own head from the endless yelling he didn't really deserve (according to him) by his manager. He didn't need to confront and stood up for his so-called rights to that ass manager of his-- the man's face was already turning purple and was ballooning up close like a blowfish. He didn't think he would like being held charges for making his boss's head explode. Being fired was more than enough.

He walked into the bathroom to check up on his bruised face. Looking upon his reflection in the mirror, he sighed. Such a loser he was. He gently touched his bluish blackeye. That bastard definitely got some mean knuckle sandwich in spite of being bone skinny. He winced. Stupid ass.

His eyes drifted to his firm torso. A few bruises here and there, but nothing serious. Due to his constant fighting since he was a kid, immune that he was to these sort of plain bruises. He sighed again as he touched his stomach, staring into the mirror, staring at himself-- a pathetic excuse of a man. He tried. God, how hard he tried his ass off to have at least a decent life: having a steady job, a nice car, a much nicer apartment all to himself (rather than this shabby one-room apartment which he guessed to be almost a century old), then maybe a nice girlfriend to turn to. But being an orphan was hard. Being an orphan and poor-- was downright a pain in the ass.

For as long as he could recall, he was always living in dark alleys if not abandoned buildings. Always on a run-- forever running, forever hiding from what, or who, he didn't know at first. He stayed very close to his brother who was a respected leader in a top gangster clan-- he didn't remember what name it was, but he did know it was kind of stupid. Before he started middle school, they were thrown out of the house by their foster father; his brother secretly was involved in drugs. Somehow it didn't matter to him that they were kicked out, or he wouldn't get a decent education no more, or that they were homeless again-- he still loved his brother for all he was worth, and always will.

Sagara. His beloved brother was indeed up to his position as a responsible elder sibling. Despite how little money they had, Sagara took all the effort to sent him to a church school; education is everything, he always said. He was-- needless to say, the stubborn one, but he relunctantly agreed to go against his wish to join his brother in his clan. Of course, being in school didn't refrain him from getting into occasional fights with other boys; he did after all, find it so easily to get his hot blood boiling, and had a thirst to get into hard action. He went into 8th grade twice before Sister Mary the headmistress kicked him out of the place she called "holy school" with much pride. And if that wasn't enough, he had gotten a slap from Sagara for that. Not that he minded at all, which he so highly regret until now when everything changed a year later.

He couldn't remember how it started, but he recalled the gunshots, the screamings of his other 'brothers', the blazing fire, and the horrible stench of blood and death. He didn't get what was going on, he wasn't sure-- some big mafia was attacking them right in their preferably-called headquaters and hell-- it was a bloody chaos. All the screaming, the nauseating smell that reeked blood, and he was running-- running and following right behind his brother, going up and up the stairs of the old building until they were in an open room where nearly everything had collapsed; the ceiling, the windows and the walls. There was nowhere to hide-- he could see the sky above them; the rooftops of houses and other buildings. The footsteps were getting closer, closer...

"Sano, listen to me! It's not so far down--you can survive the fall, I want you to jump now!! Leave me here and go save yourself!!! "

"No, are you crazy?!?? I'm not going to leave you!!!"

"I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE FROM THESE FUCKING BASTARDS, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!??!?! NOW JUMP!!!!"

"B-But--"

"NOOWWW!!!!!"

The next thing that happened was all a blur. He felt a hard shove behind his back and he was falling....Falling...He heard a mass of gunshots that hit his brother as he fell off the edge and he was crying....Screaming.....He landed in a heap on the ground and his vision went completely black.

The sudden crack of thunder startled him from his reminiscences.

Enough!!!!

He pounded both his fists by the sides of the worn sink.

God dammit....

He hated it. All the agonizing memories kept flooding back to him the more he tried to push them away, and it hurt him. So much...

Brother....Oh hell...

Turning on the faucet, he quickly rinsed his face with icy cold water before walking out of the bathroom, closing the door with a loud slam.

He badly needed something--anything to just make his mind blank. Booze, aspirin; yes, that would do. He practically ripped open his small, almost damaged fridge and peered inside. A box of moldy Chinese food, a half-opened tin of tuna (he usually feeds the cat that wanders around the run-down apartment) and bingo! Just another can of beer left. Smirking, he drank it all in three gulps.

Aspirin...Aspirin...

Feeling a bit woozy, he began opening the kitchen cabinet when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps-- like someone running-- outside the corridor of his place. He heard his much-despise landlady yelling her ever high-pitched voice, "STOP, STOP MISSY, YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED IN HERRREEEE!!!!!!"

He chuckled. It is a must to strangers who come here to inform Mrs. Wimbleton regarding which apartment are they going to-- she was one of those nosy-yet-despicably-cranky old women who just have to peer into people's business as though her life depended on it. And as a stranger it is certainly wise to do so if you don't want your ears ringing or worse, eardrums exploding from that lethal voice of hers. Not to mention endless nagging. He cringed at the thought.

Yes, he had that quite a lot. That is want you get when you're living on the 1st floor; you can hear everything that's going on downstairs. That so-called "missy" was probably another cheap whore his neighbour so often calls in for bumpy rides all night long. The sounds of groaning and moaning never cease to make him passionately sick to the stomach. The footsteps were coming closer and closer and...

He shook his head violently. No, no more fuckin' memories. Now he was beginning to get really pissed. The alcohol was slowly getting into his veins and he felt like punching something. Or just fuck that fucking whore right at the corridor. He grinned as he imagine how Mrs. Wimbleton's reaction would be if he actually did. He probably had to call 911.

Stupid whore...

As he was about to tear open the damn door-- unexpectedly thunderous banging rattled the front entrance, stunning him for a second. The hell, was the whore that desperate to be fucked? He smirked, opening the door and--

Brown eyes met bright amethyst ones. Flaming red bangs clung wetly around a heart-shaped face with irresistibly creamy skin. His own eyes went wide.

An...Angel...?

The frail being flung itself against him; virtually clawing his shoulders and was almost nose-to-nose. As he staggered backwards, the frantic being looked at him with watery eyes; it's soft, pink lips barely escaped the words, "Please...Help me...," before collapsing in his arms.

Oh...fuck.

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Fuhh, my first kinda loooong chappie. YAYAAYYYY!!!!! (does the hula hula) XD My truest apologies to Kenshin fans for indirectly calling him a whore (flaming red bangs, who else can it be, Okina??? LOL ) Hey, I'm a huge Kenshin fan too, and imagining him being a whore....(drools for a minute) O.o Okay, I'm being stupid.

How Sano thought of Kenshin as an angel...The idea is so kawaii ne!!!!! (huggles Kenshin) Sowwy ppl, I think it's just cute, hope you guys think so too!!!!! XDD

Please excuse me if there any grammar mistakes or sumthin !!! Reviews means KitKats!!!!! Spread tha lurve ppl!!!!! Have a nice day!!!!!

PS: why can't I do styles like stars and that upside down 'V' shape thing? Do I need to change into another format? (currently a doc file) I can't figure out how!!!! Someone please help me!!!! O.O!!!!

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