Well folks, we've reached the halfway mark! I know, it came fast… Just FYI, I did a little bit of research on the genres/eras of my drabbles, and here are some statistics (feel free to skip them if you're not as OCD as I).
Genres-
Angst: 6
WAFF: 3
Romance: 3
Humor: 3
Drama: 7
General: 3
Eras-
Childhood: 1
Bakumatsu: 7
Wandering years: 2
Meiji Era: 15
If there's a particular genre or era you'd like to see more of, just let me know in a review!
Thanks to all my reviewers: caseyedith, SRAS9, geckohawaii, LimeGrass, donhisiewen, kokoronagomu, Emi Violet, Scarred Sword Heart, and Miztical-Dragon.
I do not own Rurouni Kenshin.
Lupine
-adjective
Pertaining to or resembling the wolf.
Related to the wolf.
Savage; ravenous; predatory.
This is the Bakumatsu.
Crouched at the mouth of another anonymous alleyway, the Captain of the Third Unit of the Shinsengumi nearly laughs. Choshu needs a boy to fight their battles now? Girl-slim, the youth cannot be much past his genpukku.
Nonetheless, the boy is an obstacle. Drawing his sword, he introduces himself as honor requires: "Saitou Hajime, Squad Leader of the Third Unit."
Voice low and firm, the boy replies, "Himura Battousai, Choshu Ishin Shishi."
And with a speed that is the hallmark of the great swordsmen of their age, Battousai blurs.
Their swords keen, and they circle, striking for vital organs and the soft tissue over arteries. Battousai draws first blood, along Saitou's forearm.
Saitou cannot control the feral grin that spreads over his features. Finally—finally!—Choshu has produced a swordsman worthy of being the opponent of his Gatotsu; because behind those impassive features, Saitou can see the clean pleasure of the mission accomplished, the fierce euphoria of pushing oneself to one's very limits and exceeding them.
He sees in Battousai's eyes the joy of battle, and knows he has met his match.
And the ring of steel on steel is music beneath the moonless sky.