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List of translations

Ikuso - Informal way of saying, let's go.

Ryuu Shou Sen - (Dragon Rising Flash): A strike from below to the opponent's chin or neck, the sword is held in the left hand and supported near the tip with the right hand.

Gomen nasai - I'm sorry

Shitsureishimasu - Excuse me

Ima Katsurasama wa imasuka? - Is Katsura sama present at the moment?

Ushiro - Back/Behind

Kuso - Damnit

Iie - No

Battou Juutsu - Rapidly drawing the sword from the sheath in a lightning-fast one-shot attack


Jiyuu chapter 2

'Where are you going?' asked Kaoru when Kenshin stood up from where he sat for more than an hour, staring at the garden.
'Out.' he said flatly and left, ignoring the worried look on Kaorus face.

When he was on his way to his last victim he noticed eyes on him.
Enemy eyes.
He stayed in the busy streets as much as possible. He wasn't in the mood to deal with weak bodyguards, but as soon as he was alone he was surrounded by four ninjas and two samurai. Kenshin sighed and walked further, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
The ninjas were the first to attack, the first to be killed in just one swift move.
The two samurai blinked in disbelieve.
'How can someone be that fast? It's not normal…supernatural…'
'Iie.' said Kenshin sheathing his sword. 'It's morel like God like speed.' he said. He stepped to the frightened samurai and killed them with the style known for a manslayer: Battou-juutsu.

Quickly, silently.

While he was cleaning his sword it started to rain. When he arrived at the castle where his victim lived he could sense no one around.

Strange…Only guards inside? He must've figured out he would be next by now…then why doesn't he have more protection?

Kenshin unsheathed his katana and jumped on the balcony, and entered the building from there. Further in the building Kenshin still couldn't sense anyone around.

Did he flee?

Suddenly he picked up a normal human aura.

The roof? He certainly is desperate to die…

Kenshin made his way to the roof without making a sound. Once there he saw his victim. All alone.

'Ogawa-dono.' he said. 'You're a strange man.' Meanwhile the battousai eyed the machine "ting" near Ogawa.
'Strange? No. Certain of your death Battousai? Yes.'
The battousai ignored the man and sped towards him. Ogawa, who already expected it, reached for the machine in front of him. He turned a handle, making bullets shoot quickly. Violet eyes went amber as the battousai calculated a way out. He jumped, and used a chimney to land on.

What the hell is that thing? Katsura sama never told me about such a thing…

He jumped back on the roof again and ran towards Ogawa. He dodged the rain of bullets with his speed he'd mastered as a hitokiri. The closer he came, the more frightened Ogawa looked.
'When you're not prepared not to die, don't fight.' said Kenshin with a dark voice before slitting the mans throat. The mans blood stained Kenshin's clothes, blood pooling around his feet. 'Luckily' it was raining, so the blood that did stain Kenshin clothes were washed of immediately.
'And again it's raining…' He jumped of the four story castle and went back to the market of Kyoto. He needed to find Katsura. He checked the usual places the man was, but he couldn't find his master there. He asked some people, who couldn't tell him either. Kenshin wasn't sure it was because if they really didn't know, or that they were frightened by the way he looked. Drenched like a drowned cat, his eyes still amber, set on killing. He shrugged those thoughts off and thought about the last place he could go to find Katsura.

Just one more place he could be…the bar…kuso…we'll…I've got no choice…

The bar was, in he underground world, widely known as a place where people could relieve their needs with whatever prostitute of slave was present at that moment. Especially slaves present without their masters were badly wanted.

Officially though, to the outside world, the bar was known more like a normal bar.

Kenshin entered the bar and immediately went to the bartender.
'Ima Katsurasama wa imasuka?' he asked in Japanese. His eyes slowly turned back to its original colour, trying to hide the battousai in himself.
'Ushiro.' said the bartender.
Kenshin was turning around when the bartender called to him. 'Oi, you're forgetting something.' he said eying Kenshins clothes.
It was a common rule for everyone who went to 'the back' to show their upper body. Women also. That way slaves could be recognised by the tattoo on their lower back, and others could show around with their body.
'Fine.' hissed Kenshin. His eyes shifting back to amber. He pulled his arms back out of the sleeves and crossed them on his chest. He made a simple movement so the top slipped off his shoulders.
'No swords either.' added the bartender while giving someone else some sake.
The battousai glared at him. 'Where do you want it? Your stomach? Heart? Or should I slit your throat? Sir.?'
'You insolent! Go get to your Master, before I decide to do something!'

Kenshin bowed politely and searched for his Master. No one else but Katsura and some friends, trustworthy friends, knew that Kenshin was in fact the legend of Kyoto. The hitokiri battousai.

The redhead had been in the bar before, so he was used to the looks he was receiving, but it still made him feel uneasy. If Katsura-sama wasn't there he wouldn't be able to leave the bar after everyone 'tried' him.
He sighed. He didn't like Katsura, not at all, but he was a slave, and he took care of him, not the other way around. At least, not with force. The only thing he had to do was kill so now and then.
'Danna-sama. Shitsureishimasu.' he said dropping to one knee. Before he entered the bar he'd taken out his hair band. His soaked hair hung loose around his shoulders. Not a rule, but Kenshin preferred not to be too well know when he was walking through the streets. He didn't want to be recognised on the street as a slave.
'Aaah…Himura. Have you done what I ordered you to?' he asked, not moving, still facing the man he was talking with, but he looked at the redhead from out the corner of his eyes. He could see Kenshin was feeling very uneasy.
'Hai Danna-sama, demo…may I ask a question…privately?'
'Very well.' he said. 'Excuse me.' he apologised to the man. 'Let's go there.' said Katsura eyeing a separate room, normally not
used for talking, but for other actions.

'Lay your swords on the ground, and lye down yourself too.' said Katsura shoving the wallpaper door closed.
'Danna-sama?' asked Kenshin
'Do it.' he said loudly. When Kenshin was laying down he bend over him and whispered: 'We've got to show that we're doing more than just talking.' he kissed Kenshins shoulder, and went up to his throat.
'D…danna-sama…' whispered Kenshin. He knew Katsura had to keep up the act, but he also knew his Master was a bad actor. Kenshin didn't like it, and his 'evil' him wanted to kick in, but luckily he could get a grip on himself. 'Danna-sama…'
'Yes Himura?'
'B…be…gentle…I know acting is not enough…' he whispered as he closed his eyes.
'Himura…I've got other slaves for this. I don't need you for this.' the man whispered.
'I know…but if I make speak my mind, you're acting is bad…Danna-sama.' said Kenshin, still not looking at the man.
'Moan for me.' said Katsura softly. 'And I don't want you to hate me for this Himura, if we can prevent it.' he added just as silent as his hands roamed over the teens chest.
Kenshin gave a soft moan, his body involuntarily demanded for more when he felt the skilled hands on him.
'Danna-sama…I won't… I won't hate you for this… I won't kill you for this.' he said, beginning to pant.
Katsura smiled nicely and his hands strayed to Kenshins pants. He was about to pull them down when a hand stopped him.
'Wait…' whispered Kenshin. 'Give me one of my swords.' he whispered, pretending a moan. 'Someones coming this way, his aura ready to kill.' he added softly as his eyes turned from hazy violet to sharp amber. 'Continue Danna-sama…just leave one of my hands free, and don't pull down my pants just yet…'
'You do realise that you are giving me orders now Himura.' teased Katsura, though Kenshin could hear some uncertainty in his voice.
He was a man with a lot of enemies after all.
'I'll protect you, don't worry. Continue.' he whispered. He closed his eyes, and faked another moan. He focused all his senses on the person approaching them.

Suddenly Kenshin pulled his legs up, and put them on Katsura's stomach. He pushed him backwards as he made a backwards roll, avoiding a sword from slashing them through the paper walls. He quickly got on his feet and suddenly stood behind the man who tried to kill them. He held his sword in front of the mans neck, so close the man didn't dare to breath.

'Who are you? What do you need from Katsurasama?' he asked in his Hitokiri voice.

Kenshin noticed the man was wearing clothes the same as the Shinsengumi.

Assassin?

'Kill me.' said the man.
The bar had gone silent. Everyone was watching them.
'Go ahead, kill me. I'm not going to tell you a thing.' added the man.
Kenshin eyes strayed to Katsura. The man nodded, and Kenshin sheathed his sword.
The assassin was surprised, but immediately thanked Kenshin for sparing his life. When he had finished the 'Gomen nasai' his head fell on the ground, his body following the head. Kenshins Ryuu Shou Sen was again a success. He sheathed his sword again and took a step back, avoiding standing in a puddle of blood which was growing quickly.

Suddenly some woman dared to scream.
'AAAAAHHHH!' Others didn't have the time to scream before their world went black.
'Katsura-sama. I think we need a walk.' stated Kenshin calmly, his eyes still amber.
Katsura knew that look. 'Hai.' he said. 'Ikuso.' he said as he stood up.

TBC