The Magic of a Rurouni
By: Hitokiri Musei
Rated: T
Summary: Sequel to Sister of Mine! When Kenshin was the Battousai many wondered if he had some kind of power because of his skills. What if that was true? How is Kenshin going to deal with this, along with the strange experience it brings him? Mpreg later on.
Warnings and Disclaimer: Add romance and just plain weird to the genres….This fic is going to be weird. I don't own the Kenshin-gumi, but I do own Kyla Himura. To know more about her, please read Sister Of Mine, which gives a lot more background information on this character. Or her description is on my profile page. Enjoy!
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE MPREG DO NOT READ THIS FIC! THERE IS MAGIC, STRANGE CREATURES AND WEIRD STUFF! BEWARE!
Yes I know this is physically impossible…. No, I don't care. I think its fun…
Chapter 1
(1856)
Shinta Himura was walking through the woods, playing as any 7-year-old boy would. He chased stray leaves, butterflies, birds, anything that came into his sights. He was on his way back to his family, not far off in the woods. They had gone out for the day, allowing Shinta to enjoy the sun and trees.
"Kaasan!" the young boy called, panting slightly as he broke into a run. His flame-red hair, tied in a short ponytail at the base of his neck, flopped against the small teal colored gi he wore, his bright violet eyes shining as he ran through the sunny day. "Momma, look what I found!"
In his small hand he held a flower, a tiny barely budding white rose. Though he didn't know what the flower was he was happily bringing it to his mother. He ran lightly over the grass, a smile on his face. "Kaasan!"
Suddenly there was a snarl from beside the small boy and he stopped; violet eyes wide in fear. A dog came out of the trees, a mongrel so skinny that he was nothing but skin and bones. The dog was starving, it was plain to see. He was also foaming at the mouth, the white liquid dripping from his raised lips.
Shinta cried out in fear, dropping the rose to the grass. "Kaasan! Tousan!" He backed away, raising a hand up to shield his face as the dog staggered closer to him.
The dog snarled again, eyes glazed over and burning with what seemed like hate and malice to the small child in front of him. Shinta stumbled, falling to his back in the grass. The dog rose up on its hind legs and leaped for the fallen boy, but Shinta raised his hands and the dog was flung back with a yelp of pain.
A golden dome of light had appeared over the child, shielding him from his attacker. Shinta opened his eyes slowly, but they were not the normal soft violet. They glowed with a fierce golden light, but the color faded as Shinta lowered his hands, shock registering on his face as he watched the dog struggle to get to its feet, fail miserably and fall back to the ground, never again to rise.
At that moment Shinta's father and mother ran into the clearing, the woman running instantly for her child. "Shinta! What happened? Are you alright?"
Shinta said nothing, only flung himself into his mother's welcoming arms, burying his face in her kimono. "Kaasan!"
The boy's father inspected the dog from a distance, wrinkling his nose slightly as a horrible odor reached his nose. "Come on, let's get out of here."
The woman stood, picking up Shinta with her. The flame-haired child suddenly began to struggle in her grip. "Wait Kaasan! I found something for you!"
She put him down and he ran to the small white rose that he had dropped in his panic. "Look Kaasan! It's a flower! It's pretty, just like you!"
The woman smiled, picking up her child again. "It sure is Shinta. It's beautiful, arigatou."
With that the small family left the clearing, the whole incident fading into nothing in the small boy's mind, sinking into memory where it would eventually be forgotten.
(1878, 22 years later)
Kenshin woke with a start, sweat rolling slowly down his pale skin, violet eyes wide. For some reason this dream kept coming back to him, causing fear even though it was not a particularly bad memory. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that every time he saw his parents in this dream, they were nothing more than faceless voices. He could not remember what they looked like, only their voices.
Kenshin closed his eyes, placing his hands over them. He breathed deeply for a moment, calming his racing heart. The twenty-nine year old now lived at the Kamiya dojo, and his years of being a shadow hitokiri were over. He had lived for ten years as a rurouni, and found his way to this dojo, where he had met Kaoru Kamiya, Sanosuke Sagara, Yahiko Myojin, and Megumi Takani and decided to remain there. He had fallen in love with Kaoru, and they had been married just recently. She stirred beside him, but did not wake.
The man suddenly looked up as he became aware of a presence. A figure stood in the door to his room, shrouded in darkness. "Shinta?"
The familiar sound of the woman's voice calmed him, informing him that he would have nothing to worry from her. "Onee-san." He murmured softly, standing and joining her in the doorway. "What are you still doing up?"
Kyla Himura stood in the door, a worried expression in her forest green eyes and concern on her features. She stood just about an inch taller than Kenshin himself, with waist length black/red hair, black gi, and dark grey hakama. A katana hung at her waist, though her hands were no where near the hilt. There was a single scar across her face, stretching from the left side of her forehead down over the bridge of her nose to hit her right jawbone. She was Kenshin's older sister by four years, and she had been living with them for about 8 months.
"Are you alright Shinta? This is the fourth night in a row you've woken up like this." Kyla followed him outside, where they could talk without disturbing Kaoru's sleep. She was forever silent, earning her past name of Hitokiri Musei. She, like Kenshin, had been part of the Bakumatsu, though she too had given up the ways of a hitokiri.
Kenshin smiled at his sibling, shaking his head. "I'm alright Kyla, that I am. It's just, memories."
Kyla settled herself down on the porch beside him, smiling in return. "Do you wish to talk about it?"
Kenshin sighed, and then nodded uncertainly. "It's been bothering me for a few nights." He closed his eyes, remembering. "It always is the same. I'm in the woods, and I'm running towards mother and father. I'm about 7 in this dream, and I'm carrying a white rose to give to kaasan. Then there is a dog, foaming at the mouth and starving. It tries to attack me, but there is a gold light. I don't know what it is, but what ever it is when I open my eyes the dog is laying dead in front of me. Then kaasan and tousan come, though I can't see their faces."
He opened his eyes and looked at his sister. She had a pensive look on her face, eyes narrowed slightly as she thought. "I don't know Shinta. That's defiantly a strange dream." She suddenly looked straight at him. "Although, I do have one thing to ask you." Kenshin nodded. She looked him straight in the eyes, the forest green orbs boring into his own violet pools. "Do you believe in magic Shinta?"
Kenshin's eyes widened. "What?"
Kyla sighed, looking down. "I think I know what the gold light was in your dream." She held out her right hand. "Look at my palm."
Kenshin stared at her face for a moment more, and then his eyes were cast down to her hand. He gasped. There was an icy green light hovering there, sending a wave of flickering green light over the porch area, casting eerie shadows on the woman's face. "What is that?"
"This, Shinta, is my magic." Kyla said seriously. She tossed the green ball into the air, and it floated in front of her younger brother's face. "I believe that the gold light you see in your dream is your magic."
Kenshin stared wide-eyed at the floating ball of green fire in front of his face. "Magic? Me?"
HM: Weird idea, like I said. Please review, and I'll update soon! I'm not sure if my dates are correct however, let me know if I calculated them wrong.