Broken
Chapter 1: Apart
It was a bright day in Tokyo. The clouds were few, white and fluffy as though they were pillows. The temperature was wonderful and the sky couldn't have been bluer. However the peaceful environment was broken by a frightful shriek.
"Get away from me, man!" It was a young man's voice, broken and tired.
He rushed as if his life depended on it, panting in exhaustion, his breathing being a sharp contrast with his apparently young age. Behind followed a tall, slightly older man, wearing nothing but black pants, a yellow sash and wooden sandals. His long hair tied back in a ponytail danced furiously as he chased the younger one.
He gritted his teeth as tough he were a wild animal.
"I swear I'll break your neck if I get my hands on you!"
It wasn't much of a threat, but enough to distract the other guy into crashing against a young boy who was training with a wooden sword. He stood up with the same speed with which he fell and resumed fleeing.
His pursuer snatched the wooden sword from the boy's thin fingers and gave it a wild, brutal swing toward the other guy. A strong wing whooshed across the field and hit the guy on the center of his back, hard enough to knock him to the ground wincing in pain.
Finally the older man caught up. He pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and started punching the guy fiercely with his free hand.
After a few minutes of punching he let go, grabbed a large, white duffel bag that seemed to be what he wanted from the young guy, who now lay unconscious on the floor.
"That'll teach you to steal from me"
As he turned to walk away, he saw the young boy running toward him. He simply tossed the boy's weapon at him and began to walk away.
"Wait! Who the hell you think you are?"
He looked over his shoulder and noticed that the kid was furious. Certainly not a face you'd like to have hovering all over you for the rest of the day.
"Listen kid, you don't want to mess with me so just back off."
"Tough talk from someone who can't take care of his own back."
The tall man gave out a sigh and began to walk away.
"Hey, I'm not finished talking with you!"
"But I am"
He simply ignored the boy, who continued to argue on his own, and kept going toward his destination.
After a few minutes walking he finally came upon the building he was looking for.
"Good morning!" He said almost yelling toward the dojo.
A young and very attractive woman appeared, trying to hide her disgusted attitude behind a warm smile.
"Does a man named Himura Kenshin live here? I have a message for him."
"He's not here right now, but he should be back any minute now."
"Do you mind if I wait for him here? I don't really have a place to stay at. Of course I won't be a pest or a burden."
She seemed to consider it for a while. It was wrong to trust strangers out of nothing, but she could use an extra pair of hands around and this guy seemed nice enough.
"Sure" She said hesitantly
"Thank you very much miss…"
"Kamiya, Kaoru"
"My name is Genma"
He stretched a hand toward her. She took it and blushed slightly as he kissed it gently.
"So what do you want Kenshin for?"
"I've received information that he might be in danger"
Author's Note: Well that's chap one, hope you liked it ppl. It's about to get better so stay tuned,m'kay?