Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Between love and the sword ❯ Beginning to understand ( Chapter 1 )

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Between love and the sword

 

Chapter 1: Beginning to understand

 

 

Rain poured down on her car's windshield, the soft pounding sound comforted her. She gave a sight and focused her mind on the road. She leaned in the warm seat of her car. She was tired, really, really tired; her mind just kept going to the things that happened earlier at her work.

 

She had woken up late and she had an appointment with her doctor, Megumi. Megumi was a nice person, she was a very good friend, and she kept saying that if she didn't stop fighting so much, she would have more special tests, and of course she hated those stupid tests, it hurt every time she had one. After some tests with Megumi, (this left her pretty much tired) she went to practice. Practice always made her nerves calm, except when that `Rooster head' was around. Although Sanosuke was a good friend, he still liked to make funny jokes about her, even if he did, she would always forgive him. After practice her `o so special boss' gave her the new assignment. Hiko had a good heart… well she thought so, because he cared about people even if he liked to yell at them. Hiko started talking about… ok she forgot what he was talking about `cause she was more interested in the wall behind Hiko. After all the talking, Hiko gave her and envelope, which now was placed beside her in the car. After he gave her a new assignment he left her murmuring something about `baka agents' and `sake'.

 

Now you must be asking yourself what exactly was her work. Well I start with a name; her name was Kaoru Kamiya, a normal girl people said. But how wrong were they when they made that statement. Kaoru worked for a special organization named the `SAO'. Kaoru was a secret agent send to kill professional assassins. Of course no one new about her name, she was known in the streets as `Black Rose', the reason for that was because Kaoru had a tattoo in her right arm, indeed it was a black rose.

 

Kaoru specialized in sword techniques, but she always had a gun with her just in case. She was one of the best agents in SAO; she had been in SAO for almost 12 years now. She had been in SAO since she was 6 years old, she didn't remember when she was smaller because for some cause, she had hid all the memories, and she hadn't the intention to make those memories come back, because she knew they were very painful.

 

Kaoru took a small glance at the blue envelope at her right, she the focused in her way to her house. Minutes later she arrived at her house, got out of the car, and open the door of her house. Her house was a small, cozy house; she had bought it with her own money, and she was very proud of it. She threw her keys on the kitchen counter and headed to her room. Her room was plain, she had a bed, a small table on the right side of the bed, where a black lamp stood. And a single photograph was found near the lamp. The photograph was of herself and her best friend Misao, a hyperactive, sugar lover, energetic person. Kaoru kept wondering how was that possible.

 

Kaoru went to her bathroom, and looked in her mirror. When she saw her reflection, she asked herself if it was really her in the mirror. She had long black hair tied into a ponytail, she had a delicate face, and her eyes were a deep blue, but they held something strange in them, they showed sadness, regret and pain. After seeing the emotions in her eyes, tears began falling down on her white cheeks, she had understood. She was a horrible person, she killed people, even thought they were bad people, she had killed them all, she was a murderer. She closed her eyes and sighted before going back to her room. She plunged into her bed, and closed her eyes, she didn't want to sleep, she knew she would have bad dreams; but she was so tired she didn't fight the sleep. She forgot everything that moment her eyes left her to dream, she forgot about her job, she forgot all her friends, she forgot she had let the water running in the bathroom tub, she forgot about the killer she was, she forgot everything, except about something, or someone. Someone that had appeared in her dream, a man with fiery hair, and golden eyes.