Well, I don't have all that much to say about this one. I'm always having random thoughts about fan fiction but random can be good, ne? Something new, different maybe? Anyway, this is my first Rurouni Kenshin fiction posted. And this will be a rather short story too. Only two more chapters already!
Ok, ok. Author ramblings. I know. Enjoy.
This was reposted due to an error concerning words needed to be italized and were not. That was noticed after the third chapter was posted. Sorry to confuse anyone.
Japanese Glossary: Sake- rice wine. Gi- robe- like shirt, a good example is Kenshin's magenta one. Hakama- the pants Kenshin wears all the time with that…magenta…gi. Ne- like saying 'right?' at the end of a sentence. Koi- carp, a fish. Sakura- cherry blossoms. Hai- yes. Jou-chan- Missy, Young Lady. Onegai- please. Sumanai- I'm sorry. Anata- endearment from a wife to her husband.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. But, I do have the cutest little Kenshin plushie that I'm staring at…SO CUTE!
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Chapter One
Amber and Blue
Cold amber eyes scrutinized the bustling people around him, completely oblivious to his harden stare. He sat alone in the far corner of the of the darken restaurant as the midnight sky, for the third night in a row, poured it's tears heavily upon the land. Crimson hair tied low upon his neck stood in stark contrast with the dark blue of his gi and gray of his hakama. The sake in front of him went untouched as he watched the night. He was always here at night. Only at night.
A couple of young men, obviously drunk, in a brawl scuffled over to the dim corner where the shine of amber narrowed as they drew nearer. The small table cracked and crashed to the floor with their weight as they fell into it. Drunkenly the two brought themselves to their swaying feet as the argument was forgotten and laughter spilled from their guts into the noisy air.
He regarded the mess before him.
Time to leave anyway.
The redhead stood and walked silently into the rain and the sights and sounds of the nightlife in the city that had grown so much recently. It didn't bother him at all. He could care less about the city and they way it progressed. This is what he murdered for, ne?
He slipped through the crowd without so much as a glance, heading for the one place he always returns. The koi pond was gone along with a number of the sakura but, like many other things, it did not matter.
But something caught his eye, causing him to halt his deliberate stride and glimpse at the small shop across the busy street. There stood a young woman clad in a deep red kimono, intricate designs of royal blue sown into the fabric by a talented hand. Her raven hair, though drenched by the downpour, was held by a silken ribbon of a dark blue color to match the clothes she wore.
Through his own wet bangs, he watched as she turned to look him directly in the eye, not flinching away at his callous gaze. Her eyes, the very sapphire blue as the precious stones themselves, held his gaze for many seconds before a small smile donned her lips.
He snorted, quickly glancing away and continuing his walk. Compelled by the strangeness of the girl he glanced over his shoulder to find her gone from sight.
The tall building where he made his stay came into view and just as the sun began to peak over the horizon, he disappeared into the doorway.
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It was the same as all the times before.
The steady beating of raindrops falling over the glowing sheen of the long piece of metal held before his eyes. Soaked completely through, he stood facing the nonmoving opponent as both stood at a standstill The other man's blood mixed with the water from the sky as it ran in little rivulets across the deadly blade.
The smell of victory reeked when the dying man lunged for him, katana swinging wildly for his head. But, of course, the redhead was not there anymore, he stood behind him, readying himself for another kill. A smirk graced his sharp features, making the scar donning his right cheek twitch.
But something was not right. A dull pain began from that damned scar and slowly made it's way through his body. 'What the hell…?'
His opponent, gasping as blood spat from his gaping mouth, laughed hauntingly. "You've killed your last Battousai." He rasped as the pain turned hot and continued to rise in temperature. Amber met dulling brown, rage burning in their golden depths as he raised his katana, solely bent on ending this man's life as painfully as he could imagine.
But before he reached him, the scorching heat brought Battousai to his knees, shock widening his narrowed gaze. Nothing could bring him to his knees… Again, this flame within flared, flashed in his eyes as he squeezed them tightly shut, mouth open in a silent scream of pure agony.
He jolted from sleep, sweat drenching his clammy skin. That nightmare…the same nightmare he has every time his eyes close. The pain. Such pain no sword could ever bring.
What was it?
Warily, he stood, looking out the window into the semi-darkness that surrounded him. It was nightfall already.
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"You saw him?" His brown eyes narrowed as he thought this over.
She nodded, her ponytail waving behind her with the motion. "Hai."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Of course I am. He's forgotten completely. I'm the only one who can do this."
He crossed his lanky arms across his chest. "If you say so, Jou-chan. I'll be there if you ever need me."
She smiled. "I know." Her smiled faded as she looked sadly into his worried eyes. "I just hope it's not to late."
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Sake. His only companion in this noisy place. The table that had been smashed the night before was replaced and it is the one at which he sat. He scowled, standing. He couldn't take anymore of this rowdy nonsense.
As he exited the building, an empty beer bottle was thrown in his direction at a man standing to his right but the poorly aimed missile missed it's intended target and flew right through the walking redhead's leg.
He didn't notice and neither did anyone else.
He cursed as the rain clouds boiled overhead. Another shower seemed immanent. Not that he cared.
There she was again. That same girl he saw. This time her kimono, though still stood out clearly among the clothes everyone else wore that looked all the same, was a faded yellow with blue and a soft pink designs embedded in the worn material. It looked like a rather old piece of material, almost like he recognized it from somewhere. Some time before…
The flashing pain from that hated scar brought back the nightmare. He ground his teeth together, turning his back to whoever she was. But the feel of her stare at his back made him turn around, some unexplainable force moved his feet against his will.
Her eyes filled with unshed tears as he glared. She was quickly becoming a nuisance. He dealt swiftly with nuisances. Then again…he couldn't harm her. The mere thought brought a cold grip on his heart and tore at his soul.
How could such a strong feeling overcome him?
So caught up in his thoughts he didn't realize her approach until she came within a good three feet of his person. Impassively he stood his ground as she stood hers, no fear reflecting in her eyes. Instead they held a sadness and longing he hated. Why? He couldn't figure this out either. The state of complete confusion he found himself in began grating on his nerves.
He doesn't know how long she held his gaze, or why he allowed her to do so. She would not leave him be.
"What do you want?" He nearly snarled.
The tears forming in her eyes panged at his heart, like he was supposed to do something about it. His scowled deepened.
"Well, you looked lonely." She began, lamely in her ears. "Would you mind some company to wherever you're going?"
"Do what you please. Just leave me be." He turned his back on her, fully intent on leaving her behind along with the feelings scratching just below a surface he never knew was there.
She reached her hand for him. "Wait. Kenshin!"
He froze, every muscle growing taunt across his shoulders and back. "What did you call me?"
She stuttered, pulling her outstretched hand close to her, knowing her fault. She couldn't help it. She has waited for so long to try and save him. "I-I didn't-"
"How do you know me by that name?" Kenshin slowly looked over his shoulder, the piercing amber of his eyes burning with rage.
"You really don't remember, do you?"
"Remember what?" His brow furrowed dangerously.
"Kenshin, onegai. Let me help you." Attentively, a perfectly shaped hand filled his vision to touch the skin above his eyes.
"Don't touch me!" Kenshin roared, jerking backwards and feeling the burning scar on his face. "Leave me alone!" Without dignity, he ran from the shocked woman into the busy streets. The gasp that escaped her lips as the pair of bright, shining lights flew towards him rang in his ears even as the strange rolling object drove past him, not seeing a thing.
It was like his eyes were finally opened.
Shell-shocked, his gaze traveled over the once familiar streets paved over with a harden black substance. The buildings towered enormously overhead and produced their own means of light even in the dark nighttime.
His eyes fell on her again, tears pouring from her sapphire eyes as she whispered; the blaring horns of the world grew quiet at the sound of those words. "Sumanai, anata. "
The fire shot through his body and wild golden eyes found her face. "Who are you!" Battousai roared.
And the rain began to fall.
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CA: Yes. Not much rain.
JSB: I think she's distracted.
CA: Distracted. Sure.
JSB: What are you doing?
CA: …
JSB: Weeeellll?
CA: …
JSB: LOOK! OVER THERE! IT'S AOSHI!
CA: WHERE! WHERE! WHERE!
JSB: That never gets old. But the only thing is she always somehow gets a hold of some large weapon afterwards… :authoress hides in some deep hole somewhere:
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