Finally a Warrior

I checked my green lipstick in the small mirror Lord Shishio gave me for my last birthday. It was perfect as usual.

The hot sun was beating down on me. If I weren't a lady, I would have been sweating. I wished I brought a fan to cool me off. The streets were filled with common folk walking to and fro. Some of the men were cat calling me, and it would be flattering if they weren't either drunk or ugly. Then there were some pushy shopkeepers that were close to being killed. Why couldn't they just leave me be?

I ignored them and quickly made my way into the small office. In all honesty, it looked like a run down hut, especially compared to what I was used to living in. A young woman and an old man were discussing the patient's condition in the next room.

He was going to live? But how? He was shot point blank! I could not let this happen. I was not a fighter, but this is something I could do. My Lord would be proud of what I was about to do. I was determined to walk away from this victorious.

It wasn't hard to find him, all you had to do was follow the stench of mortality and you could find him. Back when he was the battousai I admired him. He took life with no remorse. I remembered back then how his soft smooth skin glistened as blood of his victims flowed onto the ground below them.

I saw him in battle once when I was younger. I never told anyone. My black heart fell in love with what he was, but it was a shame she had taken it and made it pure. It was sickening. I wanted to slaughter her myself. Like I said I was not a fighter, so when she died I gave a silent victory dance. Sadly, I can't remember her name, but then again she's dead now so it doesn't matter.

I would have claimed him as mine after she was killed by his own hand, but by then he was too sickeningly pure. My secret crush dispersed, I fell for his successor, and I haven't looked at him since.

I slipped in to the room. His breathing was slow. The bastard was sleeping. Soon that would all change. I didn't have the physical strength to wield a sword, but then who ever wanted a female with large muscles? I was never as smart as Houji. Some of his plans were so sadistic that I didn't want to fathom where he devised his plans.

This was something I could do. After all I did change Lord Shishio's bandages daily; I saw the gruesome scars that could be inflicted upon the human body. I was used to that.

Bending down beside the bed, I brushed away his bangs. No man should ever have this nice of hair. Of course now it was matted to his head. Blood and sweat were deadly to hair—it stripped all the natural oils out of it. I was lucky; I didn't have to worry about this little problem.

Silently I took out a tiny jar and set it beside him. I opened up his bandages and seeing the ugly wound I bit my lip holding back my quiver of pleasure. Lord Shishio would be getting my special treatment tonight.

"What are you doing here?" A voice asked from behind me.

"I came to collect something that someone left behind." I answered cryptically as I stood and faced the female. I smirked a little and it set her off.

"Don't think I don't know about you Yumi! You came for the bullet in Kenshin's chest. I'm sorry but I can't let you have it." The woman placed her hands across her chest determined with her words.

I was intrigued. She knew me, but I didn't know anything about her. Well I could tell she was a doctor of some sort…and at one point someone said something about a female doctor. But then again I wasn't paying attention. At that time I didn't care, but now I wished I did.

Was she good with weapons? Was she strong? I knew nothing about her, and again, I secretly cursed myself. However, my expression never showed it.

"I'm sorry, but this time you will not have the final say. I'm going to be taking this little treasure back to Lord Shishio." I smirked even more. I could feel her hatred for me at that very moment spike a hundred fold. I was amused. She reminded me of a weak version of Kamatari. And he was someone I could deal with.

"Listen woman, Kenshin is not going anywhere."

I gave a sadistic smile, "Of course not. The only place he's going will be the hell he's created for himself."

"But you are not a fighter. I've heard you were not proficient with weapons."

I slanted my eyes, where did this woman get her information? She was starting to make me uneasy. I did not like it when I was not informed on an enemy I was up against. Of course Lord Shishio made sure that I was informed about all opponents.

This vile woman, on the other hand, left me with a rancid taste in my mouth. I did not like this one bit. This was supposed to be an in and out operation. I should already have been back on my way to the hot springs.

It seemed as if Lord Shishio's bandages were going to have to wait for a while. It was time to play dirty. The smirk on her face pissed me off. I wanted nothing more than to wipe it off.

"Oh, I'm glad you already know about me. I'm flattered. I'm sorry I know nothing about you." I watched as a satisfied smirk flashed across her face. Now to go in for the kill, I pondered as I quickly thought of a retort. "But, then again, I only concern myself with those that are worth my time, and you are not one of them."

There! That was the look I was looking for. Rage. Pure unadulterated fury. It was beautiful.

I crouched beside the battousai again and watched her from the corner of my eye as I went for the bullet that was lodged in his chest.

My hand grazed across the smooth surface. We could have had fun, but it was too late, the man had to die. I was finally going to prove myself by finishing off the legendary manslayer.

The woman came toward me. I pulled out one of the sticks holding up my hair and placed it against his pale throat. "Please take another step. I was looking for a way to make sure he suffered before I killed him." Okay I was lying, I just wanted to get in and get out, but it had come to this. This was her fault, and she was going to pay the price.

It took cutthroat skills to get to the top, and I was at the top. I wasn't about to back down now! She still took a step further, and to prove that I was dead serious I moved my stick to his neat little bullet hole and started to swirl the stick around. His screams, or rather moans of pain, made her back off.

"Okay, you want the bullet, you can have another one. I have plenty, please just leave him be! You've done enough to him already." She pleaded with me. Her cries of mercy fell onto deaf ears.

I drew my eyebrow up in question. "Enough? I haven't harmed a single hair on his head until this very moment." She started to back away. Good, this was my chance. Quickly I reached in and grabbed the bullet from his chest. I thought the hole was going to suck in fingers. It was a weird sensation. It made a squishing sound as I dislodged the bullet from his chest. I unscrewed the lid and the bullet made a little pinging sound against the jar as it settled at the bottom.

He started gurgling. Blood came out of his mouth. I took a corner of his sheet and tapped the side of his mouth clearing away the blood.

The woman stared on in horror as she watched helpless to my actions. How was the bastard still breathing? Before the doctor could react I took the stick and plunged it into the wound. I could feel the stick slicing through muscle. I thought it would have been harder. It was like slicing through fat. It was really that easy. I guess it was because the hole already existed, and I was just playing with it. But now was not the time to contemplate this theory.

I lost one of my favorite hair accessories, but it was for a good cause. I could take it with me, but blood was so hard to get out of wood. I knew I looked funny with half my hair up, so I took out the second stick allowing my hair to flow down my back and with every ounce of strength I possessed, I placed it beside its counterpart.

The once feared manslayer gurgled on his last breath before death took him. I could picture the people talk about how the feared battousai was taken out by a pair of chopsticks. I allowed myself to laugh at the thought.

The woman stood there broken staring at me with fear and rage laced in her eyes, and I allowed myself to smile. I might not be a fighter, but I could still be of use to Lord Shishio.

I stood and left the room. I walked out of the run down doctor's office before that damned wolf could be summoned. I continued walking down the alley not having one single worry in the world. I was on a euphoric high and enjoying the ride. I noticed that my right hand was covered in blood. It wasn't much, but it was enough for me to take a detour and stop at a stream to wash it off.

The bullet was now in its container with the lid screwed back on. I placed the tiny jar back into the sleeve of my kimono. Shishio would want to see the blood on it, so I didn't bother to wash it off.

Now I remembered why I wore my hair up. I hated the sweaty feeling on the back of my neck. I would have to go out and buy some new hair accessories before I returned.

I pictured the look on Lord Shishio's face and smiled at how happy he would be with me. I was finally able to be of some use to him.

Today I finally became the warrior I longed to be, and not once did I break a nail or smear my makeup. Kamatari would be jealous. Speaking of makeup, I checked my looks again in the small mirror to make sure. Yes it was perfect as always.

I stood and walked from the stream. Today was a perfect day. The battousai was dead, the sun was shining, and I would go shopping. I couldn't think of anything better than that.

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