This is my second chapter. I thank all my reviewers. Especially White Rabbit Tale. The reason I updated so soon is that I'm going somewhere. So, I won't be around for a few days.
Summary: They all were luckier than her. Because they all had a logical reason to cry.
Some, because they were sad and others because they were happy. She cried because she liked to cry.
Rated: PG-13/T (For now)
Anime: Rurouni Kenshin.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of its characters. Nobuhiro Watsuki does.
Chapter two: Prologue IIThe beginning of the end II
Humanity is what makes us human.
The door of a darkened room was opened and bolted shut. A lone figure entered the room and flicked on the dim lights, which did little to brighten the room. The lean figure walked towards the chair facing a fireplace in the right side of the room. Thin long fingers removed a black leather jacket frombroad shoulders. It was easy to understand from his figure that he was male. Walking towards the side of the fireplace where a fire was burning, the man removed the sword that was situated in his waist. Slowly he unsheathed it. Any person who was afraid of the crimson liquid called blood would have fainted. Because the sword was covered with it. From the tip to the whole of its length. The person, no, we can address him as a killer or an assassin, since anyone with a right mind could have figured it out by now. He gripped the sword lightly and let the blood ooze down to the dark red carpeting. There was a reason the carpet was red. Because it was the same color as blood, anyone could hardly understand that it had absorbed much of the vile liquid.
He stepped a little closer to the fire. Now we could distinguish his features a little more. Hair as dark as blood red and predatory looking golden eyes partially covered by the bangs falling to his face. He looked like the devil himself. No. He was the devil himself. He killed people for his pride. For his job. It was his duty to take lives every single day. One would think that someone such as him would not listen to anybody. But that was wrong. He was after all employed by many to kill.
He felt no remorse, no pity when he killed. On the contrary, we could say he enjoyed it. Watching the unfortunate victim taking his last breath and collapsing down in front of him.
He had not met anyone in his life that wasn't afraid of him. Whenever they just saw his form, even if he wasn't there to kill them, just the appearance of him made their heart skip a beat. Because like it was mentioned before, he looked liked the devil himself. Like the devil had come from hell to take their lives.
But then again, he never cared about what people thought of him. He was a loner, always lurking in the shadows and would at just the right moment jump out at the unfortunate victim who faced their end at his blade. And it would always be like that. He cared about no one. Maybe not even about him.
That was he. The man who looked liked a devil, but had flesh and bones like a normal human. So, we can say he was human. But humans cared, didn't they. Everyone felt a bit of affection, even if not all were good. That's why we say they had humanity. We are human because of our humanity.
He watched the embers of the fire burn, just like his soul. It would never end, he knew. His emptiness and unmeaning life will not end. That means more people were going to die. After all, it was just the beginning of the end, at least for him..
If humanity was what made us human, then why was he human when he didn't even know what humanity meant?
There you go, the second chapter. I will try to update soon. And please review. It's the encouragement I get from them that keeps me writing.