Fan Fiction / Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Bloods Peace ❯ Bloods Peace ( Chapter 1 )

 

Bloods Peace

 

Her fingers burned, the rough leather biting into her palm as she clutched the heavy sword tightly in her little hands. She paid no heed to it, hardly noticed the small nuisance. No. Her wide eyes, and terrified mind could only comprehend the terror in front of her.

She didn't know when it had started to rain, but now as she sat on the ground, with the sword placed in her lap, she noticed it with silent horror. Noticed as it fell causing ripples to caress the puddles of blood around her.

Her small features were hardly noticeable in the cruel darkness of the night, her small form nothing more than a shadow to the wicked men now gloating over their small victory. She didn't think as to why they hadn't killed her. That thought had never entered her mind. No. All she could comprehend was the dead boy before her. She could feel nothing, her whole body numb to the terrible existents of life. To the terrible reality thrust at her within the fragment of a moment.

The cruel touch of fate.

Her dear brother had meant everything to her; had been the whole of her being. They had loved each other, and had taken care of each other. Had always been there for the other. And now…

She clutched the sword tighter in her hands. It was her brother's sword. He had placed it in her hands and pushed her into the wild weeds growing along the path. It had been he who had kept her alive. Kept her alive up to this point. It had also been this fact that caused him to die.

If only… if only he had kept his sword…

“Brother…” her small voice now whispered into the harsh wind. “Brother…”

She didn't care if the two men heard her. She wouldn't mind death. What and where would her life be now? It all ended with the cruel thrust of a sword, and slowly… painfully seeped away with the blood around her… No… She could only welcome death.

“Eh! What's this?” a harsh voice suddenly bellowed around her. “Shoji! You idiot, how did you miss one?”

“Meh! You have a sword! Why don't you actually use it!” the man's voice trailed closer, “Well, look at that! She's a small thing though, it's no wonder we missed her.”

“Well, finish her off, Shoji, and lets get out of here.”

“Now wait a minuet, why do I have to do it?”

“Just run your sword through her back, and make it quick!” he answered angrily. “You know we can't leave her alive…” his voice trailed off as he made his way back the way he had come.

The girl had heard every word, and in the dim reflection from the blade in her lap she could see the large man's face. The one named shoji sighed and drew his sword. The horrible vision of her brother dieing before her eyes played once again through her mind. He had died quickly. He was just a boy. A boy without his sword.

Her fingers tightened around the hilt even more. Her brother's sword. The only sword to have tasted no blood this night.

She was suddenly angry.

The girl was on her knees, her head bent now in silent furry. “Brother…” she whispered again, “Brother…” the weight of the sword suddenly was felt in her hands, the rough hilt urgently speaking of its shame.

It suddenly became clear.

The sword screaming with the girls silent rage was released and in the fragment of an instant. With the undeniable powerful sweep of rage, the sword tasted blood.

Shoji had had no thought as the blade swept under his chin, slicing his throat wide open.

Dead. He fell to the ground.

“Shoji!” the other man then yelled in shock. He eyed his fallen comrade with a dumb founded expression, and then with sudden rage turned his eyes on the girl.

She stared back at him, her eyes alive with hate. Her brother's sword grasped tightly before her with both hands. It gleamed red in the fogy light of the moon and with a sudden gust of wind white sakura flowers tumbled to the blood stained earth.

She was prepared to die for her brother's honor.

Lightning flashed, the rain beginning to pound, her hair damp with a sickening glow.

Steal echoed through the night, but the man before her had not moved, she paid no attention to it. The man, though, turned his head with sudden realization.

“Who's there!”

The rain was his only answer.

A flash of steal suddenly caught her eyes and with a silent gasp the man tumbled to the ground. Blood now forming around him.

She eyed him where he fell, the grip in her hands slowly lessening, and then she searched the darkness.

“You have quite a spirit,” a man said now slowly coming into view, “I'm impressed.”

She watched him silently her eyes round as he knelt down in front of her. His dark eyes roamed her face, as he then frowned slightly.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded absently and dropped her eyes to look at the puddles of blood around her. The rain made little rivers in the soiled earth. Little rivers of blood. Her eyes followed that of a lone sakura blossom as it flowed almost merrily down the bloodied river.

“What's your name?” the man asked silently, and she turned her eyes back on him.

“The sakura blossoms have fallen…” She whispered. She let go of the sword with one hand and pointed to the dead man beside her. “I killed him…” she whispered, “for my brother…” her voice trailed off and the man before her stood silently.

“What will happen to me now?” she asked.

The man smiled slightly, “You need not fear me. I will not harm you.” He paused as he eyed her round eyes. “My name is Hajami Motoco, you are safe now.”

“I do not fear you,” she whispered.

Hajami watched her silently; she was so small, no older than seven. The full-length sword she held dragged halfway on the ground, and he wondered how she had managed to kill that man.

“Will you teach me?” She asked suddenly and he looked down on her in shock. “Will you teach me how to use this sword?”

Hajami was silent for a moment, weighing her request, and then with a small smile he nodded.

“Very well.”

 

 

Cold shadows play

Along silent wrath of the moon

Flowers falling fall to blood

Under sword my life lay ruined

 

 

 

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