Characters: Enishi (Kenshin, Kaoru, and Tomoe in passing)
Prompt: 001. her (from my livejournal account)
Word Count: 327 (pathetic really)
Rating: T/R for Enishi's thought process and internal language
Author's Notes: um… enjoy? Oh, without a beta for your viewing confusion.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, Hitokiri Kenshin, or any Kenshin in between.


All for Her


Many days were spent plotting and planning; endless days consumed with venomous hate and blinding rage. When he wasn't planning, he was watching. Prowling. Hunting. Waiting. He trained his body and mind; changed and mutated the innocent nature of the boy he once was for this. Grown men, long used to danger and hardened against fear, were terrified of him. He would get what he wanted, and what he wanted was revenge.

He spotted it almost at once, the weakness, and marveled at its simplicity. Truly, he had over estimated his foe. It would take nothing but one more death; unique, similar, a copy of what was, a fresh reminder. Guilt and pain would be his weapon; it would distract his enemy and cause hesitation.

That woman, a foolish idiotic slip of a girl, was the key. She housed the murderer, smiling and laughing and so damn carefree. Loud, animated, blinded. Cherished. He could see it, how that disgusting monster acted towards the girl, could see the role she played. Did she truly think she could redeem that creature? She was nothing special, nothing in comparison to onee-chan.

No longer could he hear her quiet laughter, see her shy smile, take comfort from her presence. Some conscious part hidden in the depths of his psyche could recognize the insanity dictating actions and thoughts. It was because of onee-chan's death – murdered, slain, killed.

Everything – all the misery and anger and pain – it was that bastard's fault. He took her heart first, killing her husband; he took her spirit just as he latter took her life. Onee-chan never smiled anymore, wouldn't, couldn't. But he would make her – could make her, for the Battousai finally had a weakness. Kamiya Kaoru.

It would be perfect. Rivers of blood coating the wooden floor and staining the paper walls, flowing like melted snow before that monster's eyes. That yellow-eyed abomination would pay.

And really, what was one more life in pursuit of jinchuu?