Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Feuding Hearts ❯ The Forgotten Taste of Blood ( Chapter 5 )

Notes: Yo all. Okay, about the Shinsen Gumi and who died when. You see, no, I didn't know that, but at the same time that's not important. I don't think the real Lord Okuba was assassinated by Okita Soushi (Soujirou) now was he? I mean, I had him as the only one left for dramatic purposes. Thanks to all who review and support. Sorry this chapter is so short, but I wanna give you all something before I throw myself head first into schoolwork.

Now on wit da ficcy.

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"You're not human anymore," Kenshin realized as Shishio stood up, completely unharmed even though two full-powered attacks connected perfectly.

"You saw me die, Battousai," Shishio stated, curling his fingers in and out as an example of how completely fine he was. "And you see me here now. Of course I'm not human, but then again, maybe I was just brought into this world a devil."

Kitai easily ripped the thin summer sheet and gave 1/2 to Hoshiko. Quickly they began tending to their children's wounds, trying to stop the profuse bleeding any way they could.

Strength.

"No, her wound's more to the left, you have to tie the knot right here," Sukiko instructed, doing it herself.

Aim.

Sukiko turned to do the same to Duil's wounds but found Hoshiko already there, helping calm Kitai down and bandage Duil.

Speed.

"They're not going to make it much longer," Shishio informed them, walking over at a mockingly slow pace. "There's no use in trying to save them."

"What are you?" Soujirou asked, finally getting to he feet to stand in front of his beaten daughter.

"Soujirou, it's good to know you're doing well. I waited for you in Hell but you never came."

"Even if I did go to Hell for what I've done, I'd never join forces with the likes of you again!" Soujirou spat, grabbing on to the hilt of his sword. Even if it cost his life he'd make sure Shishio was gone from this earth once and for all..

"I didn't need you help to get out of Hell," Shishio replied, suddenly balling his hands into fists as if the memory of something angered him. "But the first time I escaped I ran into some difficulties that set me back a little."

"Where are your wounds?" Aoshi asked, standing completely weaponless. Soujirou was the only one fast enough to grap his weapon, save for Saitou who wasn't ambushed as they had been.

"Ah yes," the sadistic demon remembered, smirking and tilting his head ot the side. "How could I have forgotten? You see, my skin is no longer skin, and my blood no longer blood. I'm comprised of completely indestruable evil." He drew his sword, holding the blade against his right forarm. In one quick swipe he cut almost half way through, sickeningly enjoying the pain he'd caused himself. However, before the wound even stained his badages with blood it healed itself, dressings and all. "I cannot be destroyed by human hands."

"Da-ddy," Yozakura breathed out, tugging on his pant leg from he place on the ground behind him. "What's going on?"

"Oh how sweet, you've all had children and become one tight-knit little family of sorts," Shishio mocked. "But enough talk. It's been too long since mortal blood his been tasted by my sword. I think it deserves to remember."