Hi there!
This is my first Kenshin fanfic, so I hope you all enjoy it. I don't own anything, sadly, except my own ideas/twists on this already amazing series. Reviews and ratings are very appreciated! Enjoy.
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It was a crowded room.
A place where a man's fate could change in an instant. Smoke and the stench of alcohol hung in the air like a thick smog, and sweat clung to the walls like a hooker to a rich man's side. The grunts and swears of gamblers echoed in the room as rain fell cold and unfriendly outside. The lights were dim but sufficient enough to read dice and place bets. Girls in tight kimonos with lose straps served liquor and posed as good luck charms for the high rollers. From the back room, cries of the pleasurable kind could be heard in the front. It was the best-known bar in Tokyo, everyone knew everyone.
Except for the stranger with the long red hair and dead topaz eyes. Slowly he scanned the filthy room for the mark. In the dim light, the stranger spotted him. The man who would die tonight for his sins, and rot in hell. No one seemed to approach the red headed stranger, or notice him at all for that matter. It was his job to remain undetected and unnoticed if he was to reach his goal. Killing was his life, murder his mistress.
The slight movement from the corner of his eye, directed the stranger's glare towards a black-eyed assassin. Tall and carved from stone the assassin tilted his head ever so slightly, towards the man in the corner. The red headed stranger smirked and nodded his head in agreement. Without warning, the two began their attack, and darkness encompassed the room. All that could be heard was the unsheathing of two blades and the loud cry of a dead man.
Once the lights had been re-lit, cries of horror and shock filled the bar. Women shrieked and fainted as men rushed to the dead man's side. Blood coated the walls and the floor, and mixed with the sweat of man's labor. Cards and dice were thrown carelessly into bags as the sound of the police's whistle came around the corner. Women covered their bare chests and ran to a respectable place, many ran behind the bar. The men re-tied their robes as cash was quickly distributed. The back room was cleaned out and everyone sat rigidly on cushions awaiting the police.
Everyone except the read headed stranger, and the black-eyed assassin. After their deed was completed they vanished into the night. Deadly shadows staking their next prey. No one would remember their presence except those trained to see the invisible. The two strangers were swallowed by the night as they made their way back home. There, they would receive a new target, another piece of trash who deserved to die. Theirs was the life of a skilled assassin, forever bound to the killing of scum and bathing in blood.