Fugue of Spastic Melodies Chapter 12: Part I, a rurouni kenshin fanfic

Chapter 12: The Past of a Trained Man Killer, Part I

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-Flashback-

Kenshin's POV

Don't kill us, Kenshin, we need you…don't die…

Mom…Dad…then why did you try to kill me?

My body acted on its own…I don't know what they did to me, but I felt so angry and hurt inside that I wanted everything in front of my destroyed, obliterated. Even if it was my parents…if that's what I'm supposed to call them…

One minute, I was facing them, my parents begging for their lives. The next moment, they were hurting real bad and lay in front of me and my hands covered in blood. I felt my mind go numb from insanity and I ran. I had to…or else. I ran and ran, stumbling over roots and uneven ground, my feet still trying to get away from the crazed people who were chasing me with guns.

I had to stop. The ground ran out and I couldn't see the ground below me. All I could see was fog and clouds at the bottom, and I could hear were the pounding of water on rocks from a waterfall. I looked back and saw several men in white coats running at me with a few scary looking guys in black. All of them had guns, and all of the guns were pointed at me.

I looked around for options. I could tell them it wasn't my fault mom and dad got hurt, or I could jump off the cliff and end this miserable life. I glanced back down the cliff and heard the frightening pummeling of water and imagined trying to get through that. Even if I wanted to die, that way was far too painful. Second option, use these skills my parents gave me and try to fight my way out. These crazy white coat people didn't want to kill me, but torture me. I grimaced at the thought, but before I could take action, I felt a something sharp stab me in my arm. I looked down and saw a little hypodermic needle stuck in the crook of my arm.

My mind…I couldn't hold on to a thought. Well the thought of sleeping remained but it made no sense because of the bad situation I'm in. The white coats came near to me, edging slowly as if I would hurt them like I hurt mom and dad. Or worse, kill them like I think I did to mom and dad.

They were only a few meters away from me and I could see the scary guys in black pull out a long piece of white cloth that they used to wrap me in before so I couldn't move. I hated that white cloth. I had to do something. Anything…the white coats were too close.

Shutting me eyes, I let instinct take over and I felt my legs move on their own accord, bending themselves like a coil and releasing causing me to vault over the end of the cliff. For some odd reason, jumping off a cliff didn't seem as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, I didn't even feel the water hit me. Maybe because I'm already dead. At least I hope I am.

Curiosity killed the cat, or so one the many books I was forced to read had said.

I opened my eyes, ironically just before I saw the mist that rose from the pounding of water. I heard the powerful clap of water against water and then I was submerged in a cascade of ice-cold water.

I felt my lungs begin to fill up with water, and I tried coughing it out, but I ended up getting more water in. I couldn't breathe and I was struggling to move in a quagmire of ice water. I felt like giggling because it felt so weird for me to be trying to breathe and survive when I had wanted to end it all anyways. But natural instinct kept me dog-paddling. I tried to tell my heart to stop beating and my mind to stop telling my legs to kick, kick, kick! But I couldn't help thinking that I'll be free…kick…kick..ki..ck..k..ick…k…

Something's pushing me. I wanted to jump and push back but I couldn't move. Was I still lying in bed? No…I don't smell that sick stench of disinfectant and medicine of my room…I smell…freshness? Air?

Something pushed me in the stomach, harder than last time. I wanted to yell at the person who was being mean but no words came out, instead I felt a great issue of water spew from my mouth and dribble down my cheeks. Suddenly, I realized how heavy and hard it was to breath. I started to grope around, trying to grab someone, anyone to help me breath!

I felt my hands being pinioned to the side and my legs stilled to the ground and I felt something push my chest again. More water. A push and more water. The cycle continued until I felt so exhausted by the continual pushing and spewing that I decided to lay still for a while…I feel to tired to move anyways and it feels like nap time…

I felt my mind go slack and sticky with thoughts that seemed to wind themselves tight in my mind, squeeze my head, and vanish before I could grasp the thoughts. Why was I thinking? That's sad, I thought as I chuckled before gasping in pain. I can't even think.

"Hey. Kid. You alive?" said a gruff voice somewhere above me.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled in semi-consciousness. My head hurt too much to even to open my eyes and see who was talking to me.

I heard an impatient grunt and felt a rough hand grab my chin. "Listen, kid, if you don't open your eyes right now, you're going to be dead. Do you want to be dead?"

The answer was out of my mouth before I even thought of what to say.

"Yes."

I felt the hand at my chin grab a tighter hold and felt another large warm hand press against my forehead.

"You're too young to be thinking of suicide, brat. Think of all the people you will be leaving behind," the grunting man said above me.

"There's no one I'll be leaving behind. I'm all alone. I'm better off dead."

The hand against my forehead disappeared and I felt a smart stinging sensation on the side of my cheek accompanied by a sharp sound of a slap. My eyes snapped open involuntarily and I saw a strong stubborn-looking face glaring down at me with eyes that actually sent shivers down my bones. His logn black hair was put in a high ponytail and swept about his face, a few strands tickling me forehead. But he…irritated me for some reason.

I pulled up a hand and rubbed the sore spot on my cheek, pouting..

"Why'd you do that?" I asked, purposely using my whining voice so he would apologize profusely for hitting me.

"So you'd open your eyes. Are you okay, brat?" he asked simply, not even with an apologetic tone.

Okay, now I'm mad.

"I'm fine!" I said loudly, and pushed his hand that had been holding my chin up away. He backed away from me and watched me as I struggled to pick myself up form the muddy ground, but my body ached too much. After a few minutes of silent struggling, I managed to get up on shaky feet.

"See?" I said in triumph, biting my tongue from yelling out in anguish at the creaking pain coursing throughout my entire body. Then I felt my vision swim and I felt legs give away. A pair of strong arms came around my body before I hit the ground and picked me up. I blinked away the spinning world and saw the strong man look down at me with a pair of dark black eyes that were crowned by a pair of heavy, angry shaped eyebrows.

"Idiot," he said, but I didn't feel like hearing what he had to say. I felt his warm hands comfort me on the small of my back and the backs of my knees. He was carrying me somewhere...but I couldn't care less...I just want to sleep...

Hello everyone! Well it's been a long night for me so I'm going to to go ahead and submit what I got. I didn't plan on making Kenshin's flashback for two chapters but I don't have time to finish it tonight. I'll try real hard to update tomorrow, k? Thanks to all my loyal reviewers! And thanks to all those who are reading my first ever fanfic! I'm actually working on other RK fanfic by the name of Dancing with Fate, so if you want, you can check that out. Anyways, i relized i still had anonymous review disabled, so i enabled it! YAY! So anyone who wants to review but doesn't have an account, you can review! Well anyways, I really hoped everyone liked this chapter. I wanted to explain Kenshin's ordeal since it's been all bout Kaoru the past few chapters. So enjoy and please be so kind to read and even kinder to review!

Ciao

Kish