Dragon Rider Rurouni
Discovery
Hey there peoples! This is me first story evahapplause! OMFG I am sooo happy! Dragon Rider Rurouni is sorta a Xover between Eragon and our favorite series RuroKen (except with no characters from Eragon). My, my, I am sooo excited I gonna write it right now! I promise to update everyday! Dragon's honor!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the dragon.
The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living, thought Kenshin after thinking what happened after he defeated Makoto Shishio. He had plenty to think about while he was wounded and bedridden, despite his protests. Kaoru Kamyia had hardly left his side out of concern for his health. Megumi had said it was a miracle he was even alive, having half of his shoulder chewed to bloody jagged pieces of flesh. The burn on his chest was healing well, the medicine cream Megumi put on worked wonders. Kenshin also had plenty of time to ponder about other things, like the events leading up to his stay at the Kamiya Dojo, to his escapade to Kyoto. Hardly an escapade, Kenshin thought with a twitch, I barely got out alive and Saito...Kenshin did not want to think about that Mibu wolf at that moment, finishing the task of doing the laundry (A.N. he was doing laundry all this time). "Done", he murmured as he rolled his sleeves back down, feeling a light breeze tease his crimson locks slightly. Kenshin sighed, and decided he felt restless and needed a walk. Kaoru had a beginners class to teach and Yahiko was helping her. Their relationship has been improving, Kenshin noticed with a grin. There was certainly less yelling and chasing around the dojo, and Yahiko showed up at more lessons. The kid is hardly ever not busy, cleaning the dojo, training, and working at the Akabeko. The extra worked had shaved him of all excess baby fat, and was starting to develop a recognizable build.
As Kenshin walked out onto the street, very few civilians were on the streets, as it was late afternoon and most people had already done their shopping, but Kenshin wasn't heading to the city. He knew a path into the forest that hid a small hot spring. He never has a chance to explore its waters until today, so he made sure he wasn't followed into the forest, a rather instinctive action for a man a lot of people wanted dead and buried. Or maybe it was because he was a little paranoid. Could he help it, a man that was once a bloodthirsty monster that hunted from the shadows? By now, Kenshin had reached the hidden onsen. He stripped himself of restricting garments and jumped in. It was surprisingly deep, even for an onsen. The steaming water went up to his neck. As far as his feet could tell, the bottom was strewn with random rocks and pebbles smooth enough to walk on without difficulty, he could clearly see to the bottom of the crystal clear water. It was if this place was made just for him, and only him. Kenshin took a deep breath and dove under the liquid crystal depths. He felt so free, unshackled from the troubles from the mortal world above. Then, about ten feet away, something sparkled a shining red. Curious, Kenshin swam a little closer, until he was close enough to reach out and touch it. But by now he was running out of air, so without thinking, he grabbed the object and kicked off the rocky bottom. When Kenshin broke the surface, he coughed and sputtered, with one arm holding the red stone, and the other arm to keep afloat. He cursed his curiosity, but something told him not to let go of the stone. So with a little difficulty, he managed to reach to edge of the onsen. Kenshin put the stone on the grass (A.N. he still in the water if you didn't know that already) and examined it closely for the first time. It was wine red and smooth as hardened velvet. Kenshin had never felt anything as smooth and frictionless under his fingers, not even when blood froze on his katana in the winter during the Bakumatsu. It was oval in shape and felt lighter than it should have. Than questions flowed into his mind like a torrential flood: What the hell was it? Is it dangerous? Where did it come from? What was it doing here, of all places? Kenshin wanted these questions answered, but he realized he had stayed longer than he meant to, and late afternoon was surrendering to dusk. Kaoru's going to get worried if I don't get back soon, Kenshin thought. After he got dressed, he thought, Should I take the stone? It might be risky carrying it in public. He reallydidn't want to leave it behind. Besides, he rationalized, it might be worth some money. And with that he wrapped the wine red stone in his magenta gi and walked the path out of the forest and toward the dojo. He had a lot to think about.
Well, well! Not bad for a novice, eh? Well, I will be posting again soon, so remember (I know, you've heard it a million times, but we authors appreciate it!) to R & R! (Oooh! I have always wanted to say that!)