Ooh wow….i said I wouldn't make Kaoru suffer, but I forgot to say I would, only a little…
He was heading home after finishing his errands when he spotted his son.
"Kenji!" he called out.
His son stopped in his tracks.
"There you are." Kenji said, "I was looking for you."
He suddenly felt a very sinister aura.
"The day has come father. You will pass this sword down to me." Said Kenji showing him the sakabato.
"But I do not have a weapon." Kenshin said.
"You do now." Kenji told him, throwing him Soujiro's sword.
"What is this? This is…" but Kenshin didn't finish.
"Enough. Let's fight, and don't hesitate. I know I won't." Cold hatred could be seen in the boy's eyes.
How could a father fight his son? He couldn't. Especially not with a real sword. Kenji might get hurt.
'I'll have to disarm him.' Kenshin thought.
The fight got underway.
Kenji began fighting using his first fighting style, his mother's style.
'Mother this is when I will break all ties with you.' Kenji thought. Those lines that told him what was good and bad were gone. The boy had lost himself in anger and hatred.
'When did he get so good?' Kenshin thought.
Kenji had the upper hand. Kenshin was running out of breath.
"You are old now. In your days of glory maybe you would have had a chance, but not now." Kenji retorted.
'When?' Kenshin thought.
"And now…" Kenji said lifting his arms and changing gears.
'I know that stance…' thought Kenshin. 'No, it can't be….how?'
"The…" Kenji flipped the sakabato, "Amakeru Ryu…"
'I cannot block that…'
"no Hirameki!" Finished Kenji, his sword reversed and his father in an awkward position.
"This is good bye!" Kenji finished it in one blow.
The last thing that Kenshin ever saw were those blue eyes, so cold, then everything went dark.
Blood splattered everywhere. Kenji was covered in the blood of his father.
"You know…I loved you, but then on that one day I lost all respect for you. The day you made my mother cry. She loved you too, you know? But you had to die. I know that my mother will find happiness now. You just had to die or else she would never let go of you." Kenji told his father's inert body.
Soujiro had seen everything. He had gained consciousness but was too weak to do anything but watch in horror as son killed father.
'I am going to be sick.' He said before throwing up.
Kenji did not notice Soujiro.
He calmly picked up his father's body and started dragging him back to the dojo.
It really was a happy day.
It really had been happy, but now it was stained in red.
