Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Happiness In Slavery ❯ chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Date started: August 28, 2005 3:50 PM JST

A thing I forgot to mention: I made up his mother and father out of my imagination. I don't think there is ever a time in the anime or manga where we get any sort of reference to his parents… cept maybe his father. So, I hope you like how I had him take after his mother. Especially since I'm making his dad the bad guy. Sorry for the mistakes last chapter in grammar… I forgot to read through and correct them, and that includes a chapter miss-marking! I said it was chapter 3 when it was really chapter 4. -SIGH- Well then, enjoy! We get a little BxK action, even if it's simply because Himitsu wants to prove a point. Let's see how things go.

Happiness in Slavery

Rating: Older Teens

Chapter 5

Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of its characters in shape or form. I do own this plot and any changes I make to characters, as long as its legal, and this includes Himitsu damnit! You steal you die.

End of chapter 4

For once, he was glad for the girl to be around. However, immediately after her voice entered her head, he blocked her again, and continued trailing behind, hoping that everyone would be ready in time. It was true, many of the men, though loyal and would die for their cause, were not very good swordsmen. He was glad he had his katana with him, he would need it.

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BLOOD AND GORE. SKIP THE FIGHT SCENE IF YOU DO NOT LIKE READING SUCH THINGS. THERE WILL BE A NOTE AT THE END OF THE FIGHT SCENE. THANK YOU.

As soon as she heard the bastard's voice in her head and what he had to tell her, Himitsu knew she needed to get things together fast. She didn't know where Hiko was, and she was grateful most of the people had seen her little spar only hours before. Now they would be to afraid of her not to listen to anything she told them. So, she went to where she figured most of the men were, the dojo.

Indeed, many were there, practicing. When she entered the building she said loud and clear, “All of you get a real katana in your hands and get ready for some imperial guards headed our way.” He voice was laced with deadliness, “They are some of the best swordsmen in the country.” Then, the girl turned around and left, heading for her own room to get her sword. Himitsu hadn't expected to be doing any real sword fighting today, “Oh well, that's life. Live with it.”

Not long after getting her dai katana, and the men ready if they were needed, which Himitsu highly doubted, she saw Hiko entered the establishment. Making sure the life forms of the soldiers was still relatively far away, she quickly walked over to the boss and snapped, “Where the hell were you? The imperial guards are headed this way!” She was the only person who could ever get away with speaking to the man with such a tone of voice. Hiko's face filled with a look of slight worry, and then said, “I was on business. I am here now. I am not sure how they figured out we were here, but if they spot Battousai and live, we are in even more trouble. All of the guards must be killed.” The two had made their way over to where all the men were, “By the way, where is our little assassin?”

“Tracking them. I don't think he wants to attack a bunch of guards in the middle of the woods, though, I wish he would go ahead and kill them.” Himitsu told him with frustration.

“Patience, child,” He looked down at her petite form with a look akin to fatherly, “He has his own reasons for not attacking them and getting it over with. There is more to that assassin than meets the eye, just as in your case.”

Her dark blue eyes turned towards the gate that led into the woods. They were here. Quickly she scanned the minds of the guards, before they entered.

Stupid kids, they should know better than to step foot on the Kamiya Dojo without imperial authorization!

That was one thought that she found, “Stupid kids? Stupid kids my ass!” And then she thought, `I am the owner of this place!' She unsheathed her blade, and only moments later, imperial guards made their way onto the establishment. Immediately, without waiting for any one else, she walked forward and quietly asked with an icy voice, eyes peering up into the dark eyes of the guards, “And what do you slimy scumbags think you are doing on this property?”

All eyes were on her, everyone, including a set of golden eyes looking down from the tree tops, “Slimy scumbags! Who the hell do you think you are bitch? We are imperial guards, and all of you are under arrest for trespassing on government property without warrant from the owners, whom were killed five years ago.” All of them drew their swords.

Himitsu stood there, the wind blowing hard, as she gripped her katana tightly, tip pointing to the ground. She looked purely evil with deadly intent, “What you fail to realize, is that one member of the Kamiya family still lives. She gives her permission for these men to train on these grounds. And now, you will die with that little fact!” She had never actually told anyone outright that she indeed, was a Kamiya, and knew that everyone had heard her. She would just have to live with the men knowing that fact… at least now they would respect her more.

“Hahahaha! Silly woman, you have no idea of what you speak!” One guard stepped forward. He was the tallest of the ten, and looked to be most strong, “Come now, we won't hurt you. All we need to do is take you to the palace.” He reached out a hand, but instead of meeting a grasp in return, his hand met dirt, as it fell to the ground. Himitsu's blade had cut it clean off, the blood dripping from steel was proof of that.

“And you, kind sir know not of what YOU speak.” All the guards looked in horror, as they saw their leader gripping his arm, screaming out in pain. She then jabbed her blade into his stomach, and pulled it back out, more blood pouring from his body, “Have you no idea who I am?” She then swung her blade around and swiped off his arm. Blood splattered her gi and face, “Oh, wait, of course you wouldn't.” The man was on the ground, tears of pain streaming his face, blood escaping his lips. Everyone stood unable to move, as if by some force. Blood dripped from around one of her blue eyes, giving her a ghostly appearance. Stepping up close to the fatally injured man, she leaned down and met his gaze, “I am Himitsu.” She whispered coolly into his ear, “I am the ghost assassin everyone speaks so fearfully of.” She stabbed her sword into his stomach again, “Now, I release you from your painful death.” And she then performed upon the man, Seppuku, the man's organs pouring out of his flesh, through his armor, coating the ground in the bloody masses. And quickly after, she cut off his head. It rolled to the ground, the whites of his eyes now seen.

Himitsu did not even close the eyes, as one would do out of respect. Rather, she spit upon it, and kicked dirt. She then made her way to the next guard, “And you… so handsome…” She sliced the man's face halfway, cutting through bone, marring his flesh. He had not heard anything that had been whispered in his leader's ear, and did not know who she was. It seemed as though he were released from the paralysis, and despite his wound, he brought his katana up and attempted to fight back. The attempt was futile, as she quickly amputated both of his arms from the elbow down. More blood coated her face, more blood that was not her own, “It is a shame that one such as yourself, will die at the hands of a woman.” She seemed to shatter his knee cap with her sheath, and he collapsed to the ground, attempting to grasp his knee, but not able to because of his lack of limbs. The blade stabbed through both his eyes, blinding him. Then, leaning over him she smoothly said, in the same manner as the man before, “I am Himitsu, the ghost assassin no one ever lives to speak of. Have fun in hell.” And then his throat was slit.

She was covered entirely in blood. There were eight guards left, paralyzed, like everyone else, even Hiko. What Himitsu had forgotten to do was paralyze the man in the trees as well. Before she could reach the third man, he was already dead. And soon after, the rest of the men were killed as well, their life blood pouring out of them, staining the grass. The deaths were so fast that Himitsu did not have time to stop the man from her fun. The work finally done, Hitokiri Battousai turned to her, “This is how you kill! You kill mercilessly!” He seemed pissed off, “Release the men from your little `spell' now!” The young woman relented and did such, and next thing she knew, the red head was pulling her along into the woods, far away from everyone. The men were trying to figure out why they hadn't been able to move and made their ways towards the dead bodies.

-+FIGHT SCENE OVER NO MORE GORE+-+

After ten or fifteen minutes, he stopped, and Himitsu finally had time to clean her blade and sheathe her sword, “Yes, I kill mercilessly. I make sure of it that they have a painful death. They deserve it.”

“Deserve it!”

The woman stared up into the man's eyes hard, her eyes looked very scary with the blood on her face only improving the effect, “May I remind you, that you too are a killer. You might not kill the same way I do, but you kill none the less. I have my reasons for killing the way I do, and you have your reasons for killing your way. That's that. My heart died long ago. You are fortunate enough to have enough heart left to give mercy.”

Battousai wanted to slap her. He didn't want to admit it but she was correct. Maybe they did deserve the way they died. They ended up dead anyway. She was also correct as to the fact that they both were killers. The red head hated her for how smart she was. He didn't mind smart women, but he did mind smart women who were arrogant, and as she said she was, heartless, “Why?” The man slayer was staring down into her eyes, trying to read her, “Why do they deserve it?”

“That, is no concern of yours until it becomes one.” Her voice was full of bitterness. They both just stood there for several minutes, studying each other.

Finally, the man spoke, a look of distaste on his face, “You really should go bathe or something. That dried up blood is beginning to really smell. It's a complete turn off to men you know, smelly women.”

She narrowed her dark eyes, “And since when am I trying to turn you on, let alone any man?” She walked towards the sound of water that was close by. Battousai followed, “So, now you are saying you're gay?” The girl had undressed, and this time, she was not daunted by the man staring at her back. Himitsu dove into what looked like a deep pool of water that had formed in the stream. Coming up for breath, she laughed out, “ME? Gay? Why don't you jump in and we'll find out.” Another of her challenges, but this one sounded more fun.

The red head set aside his sword, and removed his gi, “And what do I have to do to prove that you are indeed, not homosexual?” He too, jumped in and they were treading water, a fair distance from each other. The two did not make any attempt to move closer to each other, but simply stared at each other's faces. The blood that had caked Himitsu's face, was now almost washed clean, only little dribbles of it streamed down her smooth cheek, into the water. Her long hair floated around her shoulders, “Catch me… if you can.” And then, the female assassin dove underneath the water, and the chase began.

Hiko had no clue where the two had gone after the gruesome battle. He clearly remembered seeing Battousai dragging Himitsu into the woods. The man could not sense them, for they were to well trained to just leave their ki's aura out in the open, vulnerable to being sensed by trained fighters. Pacing silently around the small tatami covered room, he wasn't sure whether or not he should go look for them. However, Hiko thought better of it, as they were getting some “quality” time together.

If Himitsu knew the true purpose of his pairing the two up, she would immediately drop it, and go back to her ghost life style. The true intent of all this, was so that she could be allowed to heal from the wounds so painfully inflicted upon her at the early age of thirteen. That she could finally recognize why her family was massacred. The blood lust and want for revenge, clouded her vision from it all. While Himitsu thought the girl Kamiya Kaoru was gone, in reality, she existed. Every time the girl slept her nightmare filled dreams, Kaoru was alive. Kaoru, was the one being haunted. Himitsu was the one covering it all up. Himitsu was the heartless self that the girl had created as a form of self defense. A way to hide her sorrow.

Hiko had not seen her cry, not once.

Battousai, on the other hand, had a different story. While he indeed wanted the pursuit of imperials to end, he also wanted to know. When the boss had first told the boy, at the time, Kenshin, that he was the sole heir to the Imperial throne of Japan, the kid had thought he was insane. Sure enough though, he heard the people talk whenever he went in public. People pointed fingers at him. The crowds whispered amongst each other that his hair was as red as the princess now dead. As he got older, he had become more withdrawn, and didn't go out in public as often, to escape all the talk that he received. So, at fifteen, he requested to become an assassin. Hiko, of course, relented, and gave the boy the job he wanted. The reason as to his father's wanting to kill him, though, the father figure had never mentioned. Battousai would learn it of his own time anyway.

Hiko wanted Himitsu's heart to be restored, he wanted her once vivacious self to be released. He wanted the Kaoru that suffered to rise to the surface, and realize her full potential in the world, so that her purpose can be met. Battousai, he wanted to face his father. Hiko knew he could never return to the little scrawny kid everyone had called Kenshin, but that was alright. As long as he found someone to care for, he would be safe from falling victim to what has claimed Kamiya Kaoru.

Hitokiri Battousai and Himitsu, hopefully paired together, would be able to slowly heal from their own wounds, and then take action at their most powerful state, and maybe even one day, come to love one another.

PLEASE HIT THAT BUTTON IN THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SCREEN. O-NE-GA-I!

Sorry, it's short. I couldn't think of making it any longer though, because it'd just be to long if I did. Well, in the next chapter we'll get to see the little game of chase ensue. What do you think about Hiko's theory of accomplishing things? Also, I had actually no intention of making that little fight scene so gory, but it just ended up that way, I'm not quite sure as to why or how, but it did. Well, the torturous boredom of school starts back up tomorrow. Stupid school wide cleaning, stupid assemblies with the dick of a principal (he really is a dick… he is so mean to the teachers and has no sense of humor. I have NEVER seen him smile), stupid exams for the students which means I get three hours of sitting in the English room, attempting to do my homework from America, and stupid uniform checks! Anyway, I'm gonna go work on the next chapter of Butterfly Kisses. I'm also thinking of finally starting the rewrite of my SM fic, but I'm not sure if that will happen. Ok, please review.

Hotaru

Date finished: August 31, 2005 6:50 PM JST