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Through the dark . . .
The sounds of rushing footsteps echoed in the distance like the thrumming of birds clearing for the season, growing ever closer as she reached the edge of the stream, hair unbound and wild about her face as she treaded water a good three feet away before large hands yanked by the hair. Tears and water, staining her features as she tried to breath past the knot forming in her throat as she realized the man she'd knocked out had caught up to them after all . . .
"Please . . ." She pleaded, as one of the other men brought his knife close to his neck. "Please, let him go." She cried, as she watched them pull him roughly to his knees. "Yahiko . . . I can't," she cried, brimming crystalline tears that made her eyes shine like dying stars.
"Don't," he argued, "They need you, Kaoru don't . . ." he trailed off, eyes closing behind the weight of the blow as she screamed and tried to run to him.
"He's not dead," the man murmured, motioning to her attacker a moment before she was roughly pushed away from them and closer to the rivers edge. "Look at it, like a trade," he suggested, "The flower for your brothers, yes."
"Brother's?" She echoed, looking aghast as the man motion, behind him and through the woods, some distance away, a few men stood around the dirty-white figure of another.
"Sano," she breathed, beginning to blink back tears as she realized she had little choice in what destiny had obviously already set into motion, years before her birth. "All right," she agreed, turning her back to the men as she began to wade into the water. Crying despite herself at what she imagined might happened to Kenshin if he was left all alone—without hope or assurance, in the world, he would loose himself, she thought—swimming through the heaviness of her clothes as they shouted for her to look; to the right. There on the Lilly pad . . .
Kaoru pulled the thing close to her heart, crying as she took it into her arms and brokenly whispered, "Good-bye," to all the people, who would likely never hear her broken sob. As she turned back, eyes dark beneath the fading moonlight, the men ashore began shout for her to hurry along. Congregating at the edge of the river as she struggled to catch her breath—pale and cold, in a whirlwind of grief, as she slowly treaded back to land. Gasping beneath the icy cold hand yanking her from the rivers edge and to soft sand, as the Lilly pad fell from the folds of clothes, one of the men stepped back.
"She didn't cut it." He whispered, voice growing loud and shaky as he pointed to the flower. "She brought it back whole. How is that even possible? Unless . . ."
"Unless, she's the river maiden reborn," their leader spoke, emerging from the back of the group as he pulled out his blade. "Blue eyes, pale skin and your robes . . ." He whispered. "We should have known."
"Known what?" Kaoru snapped, as she pulled away from the men and back to the rivers edge. "I'm not your River Maiden." she insisted. "I'm nobody."
"No?"
"No," she persisted; coming to a stop as her feet splashed water and dawn at last broke the silence in the sky.
The sound of metal cutting through the air forced Kaoru's eyes to close, sure her death would be quick and without pain, when the feel of steel stopped a hairs breath from her face. Kaoru's eyes opened wide, as a figure in red and black, stood between her and her attackers.
Kenshin . . . she thought, able to see him only from the back as the men stumbled back. Eyes just as wide, as Kaoru's had been, when he moved away from her. Keeping her carefully shielded with his body as he forced the men back.
"I will kill you, if you so much as try to near her." He whispered, in voice so cold, Kaoru felt her heart become small.
"No," she thought. Unable to believe it could be him . . . And yet, as he turned and glanced at her, eyes warm and soft in the break of light . . . "Toshio . . ." She whispered, unable to believe he could confuse her so easily for his love and yet . . .
"Asami," he replied, in a voice so close to Kenshin's, she swayed in place, shaking her head at him as words refused to connect the parallel between them . . . "I have waited so . . . so long." He whispered, taking a step close to her when a man from behind him threw himself at her feet, snatching the flower from the Lilly pad seconds before Toshio's blade did away with his hands.
Eyes cold and full of hatred, as he advanced on the other men; her loud cry for him to stop, lost in the distant ring of metal meeting metal, and the rising panic she felt at seeing their blood spilled. "Please," she pleaded, moving away from the water and keeping him from delivering the killing blow to the man that had originally pushed her into the water.
"You mustn't," she insisted, holding his arm as she tried to steady his hand. "You're not a monster . . . Toshio, please . . ." she begged, pulling on his hand until he lowered it.
"They have taken you away from me." He whispered, eyes clouded by present anger he didn't seem to want to release. "They have killed every last chance."
And even while he was right, when she knew it more than possible, his Asami might never be reborn because of that man. She couldn't let him kill over her. Not when she knew, even if she couldn't believe . . . What these people had done to him. "You're not a monster," she insisted, tugging gently on his arm until he turned with the motion. Eyes dark and fathomless as hers brimmed with silent tears.
"Don't cry . . ." he begged, as he moved to dry her tears, someone rose from behind him. Moving fast if unsteadily as he strove to catch Toshio of guard.
Kaoru screamed, unthinkingly shielding him with her body as the blade came between them—she felt the blow of hitting the ground, the splash of blood against her face as his weight settled over hers protectively. Her scream full of horror, dying beneath a gloss of tears, as he took a peaceful breath, inhaling the smell of the blood red orchid he managed to pull from beneath her hair.
"Toshio . . ." She murmured. So, so very sorry, she had stopped him, because of her . . . He was dying, she thought. Blinking back mournful tears, as he slowly eased back. The front of her clothes, marred red with his blood, as she shook her head.
"Immortality was always meaningless without you . . ." he murmured, easing back to the ground as Kaoru scrambled to pull him into her arms. "Now," he argued, weakly placing the orchid into her hands. "Even death, can't keep us apart." And as he struggled to breathe, the blood red orchid began to bleed, loosing its color in her hands until it turned a pale brilliant shade of white; he still tried to reach. To touch one last time, it seemed before his breath ceased and he became but a whirlwind of petals the wind took from her arms, carrying them away and high into the sky as she cried over his death. Only half aware of Yahiko, coming to her side, sometime after . . . an urgent cry that they should leave, spilling off his lips as he tried yank her up.
"Kaoru . . ." He insisted. "We have to go. Now, before the rest of them come," he urged, pulling her to her feet, as Sano slowly limped to them and took her by the arm.
"Let's go Jou-chan . . . On your feet," he murmured, as he helped her stand, Kaoru looked at him with hollow eyes. "It's going to be ok," he told her, leading them further into the island as they moved away from the sounds of the dogs distant barking. "Kenshin, will finds us," he assured but for some distinct reason, this only made her cry all the more . . .
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In the distance, where the valley dipped and pastures faded to an end, he could see the old road reemerge into cobble and stone, leading back towards the town and dock, as he paused some feet away, dark eyes, narrowed as a few stray petals drifted from the sky, carrying with them a distinctive smell of blood—the town below seemed to sense as well. As the sounds of drums began to fill the air, he began to run once more coming ever closer to the shouts of men as movement up ahead seemed to focus around a particular man.
And it wasn't until then, that understanding seeped into his bone, as eyes, paling to liquid blue focused on the man being crowed, face pale and horrified as he realized what the others had not, Kenshin felt the old, whispers of who'd been control the anger he could no longer keep at bay.
"What have you done?" Kenshin whispered, startling the group of soldiers surrounding the old man, as he drew further back.
"I didn't know who you were," the old man began, "I didn't know. I can explain . . ." he trailed off as someone pushed him aside, Kenshin's eyes narrowed, becoming pale lavender slits as the sounds of blades being drawn began to fill the air.
"We don't have your woman," one of them said, eyes hard and glinting steel as with his nod, the others began to fan around him. "She hasn't been born into our town." He murmured, "You have no business here. Leave." He commanded, as if by saying so he could force him.
"My woman?" Kenshin echoed; face blank and ever as cold as the hitokiri of children's stories. "What have you done?" He asked again, feeling a cold sense of dread work up his spine as the old man coward behind the soldiers.
"Leave! Guardian, there are no woman for you here."
"Shigeku," Kenshin murmured, gripping the hilt of his blade as the old man collapsed on his knees.
"I didn't know who you were," he insisted, "I couldn't have known . . ."
"What did you do?" And it was no longer Kenshin, no one who knew him, could hear him speak and contemplate the idea of him being anything but the hand of death.
"They wanted an outsider to cut the flower," the old man babbled, "I couldn't come home until I sent someone back. I didn't know . . . I didn't know she was yours," he trailed off, seeming to realize something a second before he was knocked to the ground, the group of soldiers moving at once, to strike at Kenshin's prone figure, as he began to comprehend. "They've never seen you before . . ."
Seconds before Kenshin disappeared from sight, only to reappear behind them as he struck them with the full force of his blade, distantly aware of the sound of rushing footsteps, as he looked down at the old man. "They think you're the guarding," he whispered, scrambling back away from Kenshin as his eyes shone gold.
"Stop where you are!" Someone screamed, closing the distance, as the sound of at least fifteen other men, drew Kenshin's gaze, his keen sense of smell sniffing out fresh blood, as someone wounded hid among them.
"It's him . . . He killed my men."
And in the deserted road, alone among traitors and unconscious men; what could they think, when they saw his blade still drawn. Nothing he could say would dissuade them, so why even try—"Where's Kaoru?" He asked. Sheathing his blade as the others looked at the unmoving bodies scattered along the ground, the smell of their fear permeating the air, like water entering his lungs.
"Where is she?" He asked, eyes zeroing in on the wounded, as the other held his arm. Eyes clouded by pain and streaks of blood, as Kenshin smelled that same flowery scent, he had already once tonight.
"She's dead."
And no—he couldn't believe that, not Kaoru. Not by the likes of these . . . these animals . . . these liars.
"She's not," he argued, refusing to believe any such fate could have met up with her while he was away. It could not. Fate could not be this cruel to him. Not again. It could NOT.
"You're a liar," he accused, moving back to take a step before he moved into the Ku Zu Ryu Sen without any further warning; hitting all nine vital parts of his body, before the others had even realized he'd moved. And even then, he gazed unflinchingly as his opponent fell back, chocking on his own blood as the others turned to him once more.
"You're a monster," someone whispered, as the rest unsheathed their swords, the sound of the drums began again. "I don't see how she could have ever have loved a thing like you . . ." He trailed off as Kenshin knocked him clear to the ground, unable to stand anyone talk of her in the past tense, not to him, not ever.
"Please . . ." Shigeku cried. Eyes wide with fear as Kenshin sheathed his sword. His understanding of Kenshin's attack making him aware of the danger he posed. "Don't attack, him." He yelled. "Don't . . ." He cried out, as one of the other soldiers accidentally slashed him, he dropped to the ground, holding his hand over the large gaping wound at his side as who'd he'd met in a small market place of Tokyo disappeared from view, doing away with his opponents as if they were nothing more than dolls. All the while, the sounds of the drums, continued to beat . . .
As Kenshin drew close, Shigeku seemed to try and force his eyes wake. "Is she really . . . gone?" He asked, bending down low enough that even in his condition the old man could not miss the bright yellow sheen coming off his eyes.
"I don't know," Shigeku, replied. "But they're hunting someone. That's what the drums mean . . . they're looking . . ." He whispered, breath drawing short as Kenshin shook his head, face becoming ever more pale as he listened to the drums. "They'll keep attacking you," he rasped. "Because they think . . . They don't know. You're not the guardian. And they can't rest . . . Until they're all gone. This is the last. But she should be safe," he murmured. "Until it's gone . . . Himura," He trailed off, eyes remaining wide as his chest paused-mid breath.
Kenshin's dimmed eyes, closed ever briefly through the pain he felt building in his chest before closing the old man's eyes, refusing to say a prayer for him when he might've caused her death. As he straightened up, sensing the most build up of ki's in one direction, he hoped against hope, for everyone's sakes, that she was still alive when midnight arrived because he could not go on living knowing she had died because of him . . . Because he was weak, as Saitou had said. And could not protect the women he loved . . . Not again . . .
"Kaoru," he thought. "Please, don't leave me," he murmured, running against the wind as the sound of men chasing after dogs, drew ever closer as he entered the woods.
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Running through the landscape even with the sun bright and full over head, was completely hopeless; they could not find their way out of the woods. It all looked the same, with trees and dirt and rocks at every turn and the sounds of rushing water always close by didn't begin to help them get back since none of the had noticed which way the river had run.
It had been hours, since they'd left the hotel. And she could bear to walk no more; they had been running for hours on end, crossing the river back and forth as they tried to loose the dogs. And even as they thought they were safe, they had realized the townsmen had all been trained to hunt the elusive guardian and his bride . . . Which thanks to her, did not exist any more, she realized, slumping against a tree as her weary feet could not move another step.
"Kaoru?"
"I need to rest," she pleaded, wiping a few stray tears from her eyes, as she looked at the swelling bruise on Yahiko's face as well as the darkening ones Sano's leg.
"We can't linger Jou-chan . . . They know this place."
"I know," she interrupted; ending the issue before it could it begin. They were all tired and hungry and desperate to catch sight of Kenshin or the dock but nothing so far had worked out quite as they had planned. It wasn't any of their faults . . . But she was tired, she didn't know how much longer she could run . . . And honestly, she didn't see why they should, when who they wanted, was only her . . . Now that the guardian was dead, they would try to eliminate the last threads connecting them . . .
"Kaoru, we have to go." Yahiko reasoned, helping her stand as she winced, he began to frown.
"Kaoru . . ."
"I'm all right."
"I know I asked," he interrupted, "But—you weren't hurt before, were you?"
"No, I told you," she whispered, turning her back on them as she led the way. "He threw himself on top of me. He protected me . . ." She explained, shrugging her shoulders as they let her have her space.
"I don't want to talk about it ok. I already explained to you what happened."
"I know but Kenshin . . ." Yahiko trailed off as she turned to look at him, he turned away, unable to look at her tear stained face any longer.
"I know . . . Yahiko but I can't . . . I can't think of that now, all right."
"But if it's already too late and he's . . ."
"Stop it," she hissed, covering her ears and running off into a thicker brush of woods. As they called for her to stop, she collapsed against a tree, crying over what might have already happened . . . If he thought her gone.
"Kenshin," she whispered, crying a new as she imagined him pained and angry at the sight of so much blood . . . Without her there to explain, there was no way for him to know, whose blood it was . . .
'Please . . . Please be safe,' she thought, crying into her hands as the others approached, unable to face them quite just yet when she was falling apart.
She had to be strong, she knew or they would die trying to protect and despite their willingness to do so, she could not let them sacrifice themselves. Even if the idea of leaving Kenshin alone pained her . . . She would not let anybody else die over her.
"Kaoru."
"I know," she replied, standing without their offered hands as she supported herself against the tree. Inhaling deeply, the scent of rain and leaves in the air before drawing away, inwardly wincing at the pain her feet would soon make known when they began to bleed but until then, she would continue without a word, she thought.
Moving away from the tree with a straight face as her ribs protested the movement, determined one way or another to see this through the end. Without sacrifice and without tears, she hoped as the distant barking began to close in on them once more, she turned left with her companions as they began to run far deeper into the island and where the forest grew dark. Eyes, a gloss with unshed tears as their surroundings was eclipsed by obscuring darkness, she felt the whispers of the past brush against her cheek like a caress from a dream, she'd once hoped to believe had been more than Kenshin's need to assure himself of her safety. And more like the love, her fairytale counterparts had endured and struggled to keep alive.
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It was inevitable, they run into a trap, as night had fallen—they found themselves surrounded at the end of the forest, trapped by the townsmen and soldiers with their dogs, who barked with every breath they tried to catch.
And she could see, from the way they had enclosed her, they were not going to let her go.
"Where is you guardian, maiden? Where is he now?"
"I don't know," she replied, as Yahiko and Sano turned towards her with a gasp. "But he will go once I'm gone," she reasoned, hoping to somehow appeal to their common sense . . . But as they shook their head, whispering between them as they glanced at her and her companions, she knew they were well beyond the point of no return.
"If you let us pass, I swear we will never . . . I will never return," she amended, knowing that with the last flower cut, Asami could never be reborn.
"It's a trick of hers . . ." someone whispered, as Kaoru shook her head. "She's giving him time. Kill her before he comes, kill her."
"Kaoru, get back," Sano murmured, pushing her behind him as Yahiko and him blocked their paths.
"I can't," she whispered. "This has got to stop."
"Jou-chan?"
"How many people have to die? You people are monsters," she cried. Both appalled and determined; to make this end. "Just . . . Let them go," she whispered, "And I will surrender without a word."
"Kaoru no if Kenshin comes . . ."
"No," she interrupted, kneeling down to his height before she sighed. "Yahiko . . . You have to consider, Kenshin might not come . . ." She whispered, stilling his shaking head as she tried to make him listen. "I love Kenshin and you and Sano like nothing else in this world but I can't in good conscious let yourself sacrifice yourself for me." She reasoned. "It's me they want."
"NO there has to be another way," he cried, holding onto to her sleeves as she turned her back on him.
"Sano," she commanded, jerking away from Yahiko as she stepped away. "Please hold him."
"I can't Jou-chan. This isn't right," he whispered, grasping her hand as she passed him. "Kenshin would kill me if he knew I just let you go."
"He won't," she replied, gently engulfing his hand and squeezing it tight. "But I am sorry," she murmured, knocking him clean to the floor before running the distance towards the soldiers.
Engulfed by a whirlwind of red as Kenshin stopped her, arms tight around her waist as he forced her body tight against his, eyes of molten gold, melting her determined blue as she began to cry at the sight of his disheveled dress and long unbound hair; "Kenshin . . ." she whispered, holding his face in her hands as she'd done when he'd been blind.
"What are you doing . . ." he trailed off, shaking his head as she silently cried. "Get back," he motioned, pushing her in the direction of Yahiko and Sano as he straightened his shoulders and faced them square on.
"I am taking Kaoru and the others," he gestured. "Move aside."
And in the silence that followed his command, Kaoru couldn't help but agonize over his form of speech, afraid of what ever had happened to have made him revert to hitokiri once more.
"You can't keep coming ashore . . ." one of the soldiers said, glancing at Kaoru as he shook his head. "She has got to stop being born."
"Kaoru is not your River Maiden." Kenshin voiced the stirrings of his anger, visible through the strain in his words as he gripped the hilt of his sword. "Move. Aside. I will not ask again."
"Kenshin no," she whispered, pushing at Sano's arm as she tried to get to him. "Please . . ." she trailed off, as fear turned into motion, Kaoru closed her eyes, trembling with the sound of every shout as they circled Kenshin. Loosing him in the thrumming of her heart as metal clashed and sparks of amber ignited the woods around them. Revealing more soldiers than she'd known were hiding.
And in the confusion, as Kenshin battle ki rose and resonated along her bones, she felt the overwhelming need to grab him and runaway. To both cry and protect him, like only the River Maiden had been able to do, she thought—no more as the rest of the soldiers revealed themselves and split them up, carrying her away as Kenshin turned at her cry . . . Bloodied from a side, as Kaoru cried, wishing there'd been another way . . . Before regret was pushed aside as she hoped, perhaps in another life . . . If fate would be so kind . . .
She ceased to struggle as someone hit her from behind, eyes closing beneath the weight of sudden pain, her thoughts drifted through the dark escaping her like the inevitable future at his side.
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She was not conscious when he arrived, as delved deep into the river, air forced and burning in his lungs as he tried to free her from the added chains and weight, they'd been sure to add. He struggled to keep focused on the fact that even with her added weight; he could pull her from the depths of this cold hell and into the warmth of the night.
Pushing her ahead of him as he resurfaced slowly, splashing water around them as he came up for air and struggled to keep her head at least above water as he dragged them against the current not present in the river before. Coming to the other side and what appeared to be an island in a pond before laying her carefully on soft green grass, eyes solely focused on her pale-bluish features as large amber flames engulfed the other side.
"Kaoru," he whispered, shaking her insistently in hopes she'd wake up. But—she didn't and it was hard for him to understand, what exactly was wrong. She couldn't have drowned, he thought. Blinking back tears before pressing his mouth to hers. Pushing air into her lungs, once and twice as he pushed down on her abdomen, "Kaoru," he insisted, pushing harder on her body as he crushed his mouth to hers. "Come on," he begged, "Breath, koishii . . . Please." He begged. "Breath," he demanded, as he sat her up, shaking her once again. "Kaoru," he murmured. "You have to breathe, please . . . I can't . . . I can't go on if you don't speak to me," he murmured, laying her back on a bed of flowers he little if saw. Watching her through dimmed golden eyes as her features remained the same.
She was gone, he thought, crying over her uncontrollably, suddenly as he realized she would never smile for him again. Never scream or call his name, in any way, he could hold or love . . . She was gone, he grieved, hiding his face into the curve of her neck as his body shook with emotion. Trembling in the golden light of dusk as the city and forest around him burned to the ground before his eyes . . .
"You are a lot like my Toshio," a golden voice murmured, watching him from a few feet away, as he eased back, holding Kaoru protectively to his chest as he tried to comprehend how . . . How she could look so much like Kaoru and yet . . .
"I am not allowed to interfere in human affairs," she continued. "But she saved him, when I could not . . ."
"Who are you?" Kenshin murmured, blinking though his pain and emotions, as he tried to clear enough of his mind to comprehend what she meant.
"I don't think it matters," she murmured, smiling lightly as he began to frown. "All that matters is what I can do, what I can offer her for saving him."
"What do you want?" Kenshin sighed, glancing back at Kaoru and her delicate features, as the unknown woman moved behind him to peer at her.
"I can give her back to you," she murmured, watching him closely as Kenshin's gaze became a dark burning amber, angry suddenly, at the absurdity of her statement.
"Her actions gave him back to me. So . . . I can extend her life but only until the lasts days of spring," She explained, making sure he was listening as she sat on the ground besides them. "If you wish for her to remain with you longer; you must ensure she bears witness to the dawn of life not from afar but from the brink of death."
"What are you saying?" Kenshin questioned, sure he didn't understand anything other then he was delusional. And yet—
"I will interfere one last time." She murmured, glancing distantly behind Kenshin as the figure of a man approached. Eyes as dark and fathomless as the dying light cast by the sun, stopping a few feet away from them as Kenshin's eyes narrowed on the strange coloring of the man's attire.
"Remember what I said," she told him, leaving a pale purple orchid over Kaoru's chest as she began to rise. "She must bare witness to the dawn of life not from afar but from the brink of death . . ." Her voice trailed, as she took her companion by the hand, she turned back to spare Kenshin one last glance. "Changing the hand of fate isn't without its price." She told him. "It meant my death once upon a time and I fear what it will ask of your lady friend . . . Just take care, she doesn't see the purple in your eyes." She whispered before walking away with her companion at her side, fading into the rays of the sun as flower petals whirled through the sky.
Raining down on them like cherry blossoms in an early spring. As he looked down, in his confusion, dark-bluish orbs, fluttered opened from eternal sleep. Blinking softly, as he gazed at her without wonder or surprise as she looked around the flower covered island.
"Where are we?" She questioned, sitting up with his help as he refused to let her go. His large callused fingers tipping her chin back as he gazed at her intently.
"Who- Who are you," she murmured, as something like surprise kindled in the depths of soul, Kaoru tried to pull away. "Who are you," she questioned. Looking around them wildly as she realized she couldn't stand. "Why am I bound? What is this?"
"The price of fate," he murmured, as he stood, she watched him with dark fearful eyes, mouth trembling ever slightly as he drew out his sword and cut the chains binding her feet before turning his back on her as silent tears refused to stay at bay.
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Angst Fest? It seems like, yes. At least it was prompt and I tried to add something for everyone. You've got 19 pgs full of angst and surprises, rolled around the twisted dwellings of a fairytale before we reveal fate's complicated plan. Now, small reminder, if I added the Small Notes, as promised in the last ch., then you would have had to wait at least another four more days. Today was my last day off and I'm afraid your going to have to wait some more, either for clarification in the form of small notes or for an update for the next chapter ok. Now if you have any question's which I'm sure you're going to. Email Me. I check the reviews on my cell, so I should be able to get back to you quite promptly. All right.
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