Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fighters in Rurouni Kenshin, let alone the rights. Sigh. Ya think Watsuki-sama would sell them to me?
Greatest of Killers
I,
I am…
A hitokiri?
But, how could one boy kill a
Man?
My master could, sure,
But…
Me?
Yet, how do I explain
The body at my feet,
The blood upon my sword,
The bloodlust in my heart.
I am not a killer!
I am not a manslayer!
Master, oh master I'm sorry!
Forgive me, for leaving you,
Forgive me for being a fool!
But I can't go back to Kenshin,
I'm Battousai now.
Hitokiri…
Battousai.
Hitokiri…
Kenshin-
NO!
This is wrong, this is against everything I was taught!
I cannot kill on demand,
But I just did.
I cannot assassinate others,
Especially those I never knew…
But I…just did.
Tomoe! Kami-sama, let her come back to me!
I need her…
Sake…
Ah, the bottle Master sent down,
And no one's come near it.
If the pain cannot be wept away,
Then drink shall take its place.
Thanks to work, I've managed to cook up another hare-brained scheme. Since I have so much free time on my hands, I figured I'd write a set of poems based on various characters' thoughts before they meet Kenshin or Sano and see a better light. That sort of includes Kenshin before he became rurouni. The way I see it, there's two Battousais; the one that actually enjoys the bloodbath, and the one who's still a child inside, terrified of what his body does. At least, that's kinda how I see it.
Laters!
KD