Holy Hera I had severe writer's block for this one. But…. Here's hoping I can get this a lot easier now. And I realized how corny I made Sojiro sound in the last chappie he was in… ;; gomen nasai… he's not supposed to be that corny whatsoever…
I'm back into the story! No more of Mako's history atm!
Enjoy!
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Chapter 14: Breaking Point
All he could do was parry the attack. It was full of enough power and speed (that he had to admit he did not expect) that he could not break it. Even the ultimate attack of the Hiten Misarugi (sp?) was no match for this girl's mimic of Sojiro's Shutensatsu. She seemed to move even faster than Sojiro had, and though Kenshin himself could read her emotions and prepare for a defense, he could not take an offensive strike as she turned and came back for more.
After a few moments of deflected attacks, Makoto finally came to rest. Kenshin was panting, struggling to catch his breathe, staring at this adversary, this girl who was tugging at something in the back of his mind. But what? He did not know. Nor, he felt, could he possibly know. Just who was this boy he had supposedly killed all those years ago? Who?
"Tell me," he said quietly, his purple eyes still focused on his opponent. "Who was it that you say I killed?"
Her green eyes flared in anger, both disgusted and surprised by his question. Still clutching her bloody sword at her side, she dropped her head slightly, hiding most of her face behind her bangs. "My brother, you bastard," she said, her voice lacking the curt edge that was there only moments before. "He wasn't that much older than I now. And you stole him from me." Swinging her blade, she flung the blood that was clinging there to the ground, towards those she had bound.
Not breaking eye contact, or showing any willingness to concede or the like, Kenshin took a few small steps towards her, closer to her threatened victims.
"STOP!" she hissed, raising her head to stare at him, her eyes glistening in the moonlight as a single tear traced her blood and dirt splattered face. She leapt over closer to them, raising the tip of her sword and touching it to Karou's neck. "You will not come any nearer them, Battousai, or I slit her pretty neck."
He froze. "Tell me more about your brother, Makoto," he said quietly, hoping to by a little more time, and maybe find a key to solve this peacefully, without casualties. "I do not recall anyone with anything close to your spirit. That I do not."
She growled, not wanting to answer his questions, torn between wanting to end this all quickly, and not wanting him to die without knowing exactly what he had done. "I barely remember him," she said quietly, her voice now completely void of any harshness, as though she thought it an insult to his memory to speak of him as such. "He left when I was so young. But his words were kind, and brought hope to me each time I received them! You ruined that, destroyed that…" she trailed off, he voice sounding as though it was trying to shatter.
Not moving an inch, Kenshin tested his luck one more time. "Is there anything you can tell me that will help me remember--?"
She glared at him a moment before turning away, facing her other potential victims as she shift the sword in her hands. Still pressing it lightly against Karou's neck, she practically whispered one word, her glistening eyes running over, betraying her fierce and angry face. "Shinta---"
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This is only going to have one or two more chapters from this point… so… if you want a sequel (yes I have a story already formulating in my mind…) then let me know hai?