For sake of my plot, Enishi Yukishiro is the older sibling, not the younger. He heard of Tomoe's death, and the basic rules apply as in Reflections of Samurai X. He still wants revenge, but this time, well, you'll find out. (insert evil laugh here) Enjoy!

Chapter 12

(Kenshin)

I raised my face to the setting sun, closing my eyes. A warm breeze flowed past me, lifting my hair and my spirits. My body was battered, bleeding from numerous cuts, and I was tired beyond belief. My right ankle, now swollen again from fighting on it, was throbbing, but I remained standing, carefully balancing my weight on my left foot. I slowly turned to look behind me, pulling my sword from my belt. I had lost the wakazachi in the fight, so I flung the sheath aside.

I raised the katana, still in its sheath, and thrust it into the dirt. Turning, I limped from the battlefield. Hitokiri Battousai died there, left on the battlefield of Toba Fushimi (sp?). I was free.

Once I made it away from the sight of others I released my wings and rose into the air. The pressure on my ankle lifted. I didn't heal it yet, I wanted to get away from the place and get back on the ground so I could rest.

I flew until the sun had faded from the sky, and then I finally landed. I left my wings out, glad to be alone. My senses were drawn behind me before I could heal my ankle. 'Someone's here…' I thought, quickly hiding my wings and pulling on my gi. My swollen ankle began to throb again, but I pushed it to the back of my mind.

A few men stepped from the trees, the one in the front tall with fading brown hair. It was about half white, and while it confused me I had no time to think on it. When he saw me his eyes widened. "You…"

'Kuso…' I cursed inwardly. I didn't expect to run into anybody out here, and I had no weapon. I was helpless. I took a step back, growling low in my throat.

The man's eyes glided over me, and when he spotted the way I kept my weight off my right ankle he grinned. "You are injured. Perfect…"

I narrowed my eyes. "What do you want?"

"I want you," he said, still smiling in a sly way that made a shiver run down my spine. "My name is Enishi. You killed my sister, and I will make you pay."

My eyes widened. "Your sister?" I couldn't help letting out a gasp. "Tomoe…" I took another stumbling step back as he took one forward. "S-stay away!" For once in my life I was afraid. I could barely walk without pain; I was tired and suffering from blood loss. The murderous look in his eyes frightened me. I cursed myself, wishing that I had kept my katana.

Enishi was beside me before I could react, his hand flashing out to wrap around my swollen ankle. He squeezed, and I screamed as my leg buckled beneath me, sending me to the ground. "Hai!" Enishi's voice roared my ear. "Scream!" His grip tightened and I felt the bone snap in my ankle. With what strength I had left I pumped magic through my skin.

I heard Enishi yelp and smelled burning flesh as my vision faded out and I knew no more.

(Enishi)

My eyes wide in rage, I raised my hand to see the Battousai limp in front of me. I looked at my hand confused to see it red, smoke rising from my skin. I wrapped my fingers in the front of the small man's gi, lifting him to study him. His breathing was shallow, face pale. I snorted in disgust, throwing him over a shoulder and walking away. My men followed me silently, although I could feel their uncertainty.

I grinned to myself. 'You will pay Battousai, for the death of my sister.'

I arrived at the carriage we had used, climbing with the Battousai. "Take us home." The carriage began to move, and I dumped the man on the seat opposite me.

Pulling out chains I shackled his wrists together behind his back and his ankles. I was not gentle as I handled the ankle I had broken and he yelped, eyes opening.

I grinned maliciously. "In pain Battousai?" He did not speak, only glared at me with those amber eyes of his. I picked him up by the front of his gi again, slamming his back into the wall as hard as I could. I felt his breath whoosh from his lungs as I got in his face. "You listen to me well demon. You killed my sister. I will make you pay. I will make you pay for every life you took, for every pain you've caused me."

His face twisted in disgust and he spat in my face. I backhanded him viciously, slamming his head into the wall. I wrapped my hand around his slender neck. "I will break you…" I whispered with malice, leaning close to put my lips against his ear. "I will make you scream and beg for death by my hand. You are mine…"

I pulled back, looking into his gold eyes. They were full of resilience, but I could see his fear, however slight. I smiled, squeezing his throat tightly. He choked, hands trying to stop me, but they were held fast.

I watched passively as his face began to pale and his movements slowed. I released him and he fell heavily to the floor, gasping for breath.

I pulled a collar and leash from my pocket. "It begins when we reach my home. Which should be any moment." I calmly strapped the collar around his neck, tugging on the leash. "On you feet."

He glared up at me, refusing to stand. "My ankle is broken," he growled.

I backhanded him. "Do not speak without permission." I tugged again. "Up." When he still didn't stand I pulled him up forcefully by the leash while he choked and gagged. As he stumbled he put weight on the ankle and screamed; the leg buckling.

I sighed as he hit the floor, and dragged him back up, throwing him roughly over a shoulder again. Just then the carriage stopped, just as I had suspected, and I pushed open the door and stepped out.

My men milled into the hall behind me. My castle wasn't very large, but it served me well. "Send for a doctor." I commanded, walking towards my room. "Send him to my room."

I heard a faint. "Hai," from one of them, but I paid no attention. The only reason I wanted the doctor was because I needed the Battousai to be able to stand. I wanted to be able to freely have my fun with him. I threw the man on the floor, and he coughed as his breath left him again.

"I need you unconscious." I growled. "Might as well start my fun now." With that I began to throw punches and kicks at him, smiling as he cried out in pain.

I heard my door open, and I punched him one final time. His eyes were closed, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.

"Brace the ankle." I commanded the doctor as I stalked past him. "Nothing else." I left the room, gesturing to a nearby guard. "I want no one in that room until I return in the morning."

I grinned to myself. 'And in the morning, the torture will begin…'

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