Author's Note: Hey, Kenshin fans. Well chapter two is now up! I hope all of you enjoy this fic as much as I did writing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. I want to though.

Captured Family

The rain hadn't stopped since he had left the inn, he had forgotten his umbrella back at headquarters. Another night, another dead man, it was all the same to him now. He lifted a gauntleted hand to his cheek, the scar an ever present reminder of why he kept fighting.

Tomoe . . .

His thoughts were interrupted as two dark figures darted out from around the corner, voices heard behind them. His instincts took over and he drew the katana at his side. The two figures stopped in their tracks. He thought he heard a stifled gasp from one of them.

Looking to the source of the trouble, he saw several Ishin Shishi round the corner. Many of them were out of breath. One of them saw the red haired swordsman and cheered.

"Battosai's here! We'll get these two to join now!" Similar cheers of victory went around the group. He squinted to get a better look at the two targets. One was a man with long dark hair worn in the traditional samurai's topknot. His partner was staying behind him.

"You there, why are you running? Have you done something wrong?" the other man shook his head slowly.

"No, we haven't unless living is a bad thing. Stand aside Battosai, we have no affiliation with anyone, Shogunate or Ishin Shishi."

One look at him showed the truth, he didn't have any emblems of the Shogunate and wasn't an Ishin by the way they were being pursued.

Still, he knew something that was disturbing him. Something about the person behind him wouldn't leave him alone. He sensed a strong but well hidden ki, and he didn't like the feel of the situation. These two were obviously powerful; his nose could smell the thick stench of blood even in the downpour they were in.

A glint of metal forced his reflexes into overdrive. Side stepping left, the hitokiri barely dodged a slash meant to cleave him in two from head to toe. An additional flash of steel took him by surprise and caught his shoulder before he could react.

Spinning away from the sword, he reset himself, poising himself in the form of Battojutsu. His right sleeve hung open from the cut; blood ran down his arm. The man turned to face him and Himura cursed slightly.

Two swords, full length, not a daisho, he's more than good. Leading with a left handed downward slash followed by Battojutsu with the remaining katana with his right to catch me off balance. This man's dangerous, too dangerous to leave alive.

"If you don't stand aside I will force you aside Battosai." A quiet, but cruel voice spoke.

He looked to his left and nearly dropped his sword. A woman with red hair and golden amber eyes stared at him, her blade drawn. An image a young girl with tears in her eyes on a snowy mountain side flashed in his mind. His thoughts drifted to the past he had forgotten.

(Flashback)

"Baka! Fine! Go down to that eternally damned pit of hell. I can tell you won't listen to me. Go!" Hiko had yelled that winter day before going back into the small cabin they all shared. A girl just barely younger than him looked as if she was about to break.

"Thank you Master." He turned to leave when a tug on his sleeve made him turn. The girl was crying silently.

"Why Kenshin? Why do you have to go? I don't want you to, please don't go brother!"

(End Flashback)

Sister Yanagi? What's she doing here?

The man he had stopped looking at smirked. Going on the offensive, he charged the distracted manslayer. Kenshin dashed left and suddenly realized his error, he just moved right into Yanagi's path, as well as her sword stroke.

Her sword hit air as the crimson haired youth jumped into the air. She sighed, disappointed.

Ryu Tsui Sen . . . his favorite technique. So predictable.

Jumping into the air to follow him, she swung the sword up, supported by her left hand into the rising strike Ryu Sho Sen. The two met half way as their swords locked. Pushing away from each other, the two siblings fell backwards.

The force of their blows had been more than they expected and Yanagi fell into the wall head first her body went limp. Kenshin had landed dazed. He should have seen that coming when he had started his rise. Her limp form scared him.

"No, NO! She can't be . . ." he had seen her hit the wall and it didn't look like she had hit it lightly. Blood streaked the stones. A presence behind him caught him off guard as a sword tore through his gi and ripped into his back, leaving a livid bleeding gash.

"NEVER let emotions like this into a duel." The man said before leaving the hitokiri and the rest of the Ishin Shishi in a dead sprint.

Battosai switched to his left hand and sheathed his sword. The other Ishin Shishi were shocked. The legendary manslayer had taken two blows from the same swordsman in one duel.

"Let's get back to headquarters with this woman, and no one does anything to her. Understood?" he gave a death glare to everyone to emphasis his point. They all nodded without hesitation.

As they left, a red eyes glared at them.

Damn it! Why the hell did I leave her like that? How do I get her out of this one? Victorious Protector . . . way to live up to your name Katsumori, way to go.

Katsumori clenched his fists, his knuckles becoming white. His mind raced; there was no telling what they'd do to her even if she was the Battosai's sister.

Well, that's chapter two! Hope you enjoyed it. Give me some responses please! Constructive criticism ya know!