Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Vengeance ❯ Bad Omen ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Kusara 
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Samurai / Martial Arts / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.19.2015 | Pages: 10 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 263 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Samurai / Martial Arts / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.19.2015 | Pages: 10 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 263 | Status: Work In Progress
Another update! Hope everyone
enjoys this one as we are about to begin both Remembrance and
Jinchuu.
Note: There are several changes already. First, there is no Armstrong Cannon in this story, though Hyogo Kujiranami will still have a powerful gun of some fashion. You'll see where I go with this later. So, there is no bombardment of the Akabeko as it does not play as prominent a role in the movie universe as it did in the manga. There will still be a couple places that do get blown up or attacked instead. Can anyone guess which ones? The attacks are going to be smaller for the most part and more personal. But that will begin in the next chapter. Enishi and Gein do not meet up in Kyoto but instead in Yokohama (where the house that Gein rented for his boss stands.) There is no mention of Kenshin visiting Tomoe's grave in the movie story line but in my mind it most likely did happen, perhaps even when he went to visit Shakku Arai's grave in the second movie.
Gein goes with the other members of the group to Tokyo and will play a role in this first stage of attacks more so than in the manga. Gein will follow the movie universe of his character as he is a ninja in both the movie story line and the Restoration manga. There will be no robotics as I want to keep it realistic to the movie universe. Gein will however make use of explosives and his wires for other things and will still have the skill of making corpse dolls. Yatsume is not going to be a hideous monster, though I think I'll have him have sharpened canines, with regular teeth after that. He will keep his gauntlets with claws though. There will be no tekken for Inui. Just brute force and maybe a bit of armor of some kind so Sano has a harder time defeating him (kind of got his ass handed to him the first time fighting Banjin but we will go with the movie universe's version of Inui still.) Hyouko will be basically the same as his weapons are not out of the realm of realism.
I will also from time to time put dates or places in bold as we go from place to place. They are estimates though as for the most part we get the year and the place and sometimes the month as well in the manga.
Whew, a lot to get out. Sorry if it bores people but I like to give heads up to changes. Onto the story!
word list: engawa- deck around a Japanese home nashi- Japanese pear in season late summer and autumn ringo- Japanese word for apple which can be found in season during autumn and early winter sieza- Japanese way of sitting in a proper manner with legs tucked underneath zabuton- cushions for sitting on the floor XXXXXXXX- marks flashback/dream sequence Chapter 4- A Bad Omen
October 23, 1878 Yokohama port Late was the hour when the ship pulled into port. A single passenger disembarked down the lowered platform, his white hair nearly glowing in the inky blackness of the empty dock as he began to stroll forward, the short blue cloak wrapped around his tall form fluttering in the wind that swirled around him. Heading towards a series of crates, the man shifted his left hand, slinging an elongated light brown bag over his shoulder as he came to a stop, his deep voice calling out, “You can come out now.” A figure in black stepped out of the shadows, his pale mask hiding his features as he came to stand before the white haired male. “Welcome back, Enishi.” Enishi lifted his right hand, sliding his small round glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “It's good to be back... Gein...” He replied. The ninja lifted his mask, true features now visible as he looked over to his boss. “I trust your trip was comfortable?” “It was a long voyage to Osaka... and I had to stop at my sister's grave in Kyoto before I came back here...” Enishi answered. “So, Gein,during your observation of him, did my brother in law bother himself to even visit her grave before returning to Tokyo?” “Hai, he did, though he seemed to be in much of a hurry. Shishio was plotting something rather grand as a diversion before he sailed the Rengoku here.” The taller man smiled. “Ah... And how did that work out?” “The ship was destroyed and Shishio was defeated but the Battosai was nearly killed as a result of that fight.” Enishi grinned. “So he was greatly injured but managed to survive. Excellent news indeed,” He paused, studying the smaller male. “So what else has my brother-in-law been up to in these past few months?” “He goes by the name Kenshin Himura,” Gein began, giving Enishi his report. “He currently resides in the Kamiya dojo in Tokyo. The owner of the dojo is a woman by the name of Kaoru Kamiya. He has fallen in love with her and intends to take her hand in marriage.” A manic gleam burst in Enishi's eyes. So you've chosen another to take my sister's place have you? My revenge will be all the more sweeter when I take the one most precious from you, just as you did to me those many years ago. “Tell me, Gein, does my brother-in-law still carry his scar?” Gein knew of the history between Enishi and the Battosai. He knew of the many dark deeds the red headed former hitokiri had committed. Such crimes could not go unanswered. And the injustice to me will also not go unpunished. He vowed as he replied, “He does.” The white haired man grinned widely. “Good... it means my sister hasn't forgiven him yet,” His features grew more serious. “Did you make the arrangements for me like I asked?” “Hai,” Gein answered with a nod. “The others should arrived at the mansion by morning. I'm sure they are as eager as you to begin your plan.” The distant rumble of thunder could be heard and Enishi raised his head, sniffing the air. “A storm is brewing from the west,” He murmured, grinning madly once more. “A good omen, isn't it, Gein?” Gein blinked, looking up at the manic features of the bespectacled man. Unlike his last employer who was merely a mean little rat, this boss was a tiger, pacing, ready to pounce and devour his prey. And I look forward to seeing you tear Battosai apart. That alone is worth the price of working with a mad man such as yourself. “It is, Enishi...” He saw his sister smile at him in that moment and Enishi's madness grew quiet. Watch over me nee-san and do not worry. Your husband will pay for what he did to you... to me... and our family... Lowering his head, the taller man hummed softly, strolling forward. “Let's go, Gein.” The ninja pulled his mask back down, walking to the right of Enishi as the pair disappeared into the night. XXXXXXXX Darkness filled his vision as he raced blindly through the wood. His other senses were dulled, a side effect of the violent attacks meant to slow him down and kill him. Though slow to recover, he pressed on, desperation and anger giving strength to his legs as he increased his speed, heedless of his own safety. I have to find her. I have to save her from this place and take her back with me. He sensed a change in terrain, brush giving way to bare ground and instinct warned him that he was not alone. A noise barely registered but it caught his attention and he snapped his gaze in the direction of the sound, growling out, “Where is she?” “That woman is the least of your concern, boy,” A masculine voice replied, hate evident in his tone. “After all, you'll be dead in a few moments. Might as well prepare to meet your maker.” Anger festered in his heart at the delay in knowing the fate of the one precious to him, the violence barely contained, threatening to burst from within and he roared in a low and lethal voice, “WHERE IS SHE?!” The male voice laughed. “Foolish boy, do you really think she loved you? She was in on the plan all along,” He taunted. “You're going to die here. Your death will make me famous and Tokugawa will lavish me will all kinds of gold when this is over.” “The death is yours,” He growled. “You're nothing but a coward, too afraid to fight me at full strength, so you use her to lure me in and then bombard my senses with targeted attacks to wear me down. Well, I've got news for you. I don't need prefect vision to kill you, you scheming bastard,” He taunted back. “So if it's death you seek, come closer and I'll give it to you.” “Hah! You can't see, sense, or hear me well at all and you think you can defeat me like that?!” The man charged forward, roaring. “You're even more naive than you look, Battosai!” The hitokiri took a defensive stance, gasping as a forearm smashed into his throat, nearly crushing his windpipe, the force knocking him off his feet, sending him rocketed backwards, his small form crashing into the trunk of a nearby tree. Air exploded from Battosai's lungs and he struggled to rise. More fists struck him and he was unable to defend himself. Still, he would not relent. Slashing out, managing to wound his opponent, the scent of blood in the air that was not his own. Got you, you bastard! “You're wearing down, Battosai. Weak, tired, your senses dulled. You can't win.” His assailant taunted. “So I can't win... so be it...” He murmured, holding his sword out to the side. I will die here, but I will also take you with me. He heard footsteps racing towards him and he swung outward, his blade biting into soft flesh, the scream of a woman piercing the silence as the scent of white plums filled the air. I know this scent... it's... Something sliced across his left cheek, the warmth of blood trickling down his neck as his vision cleared, eyes widening in shock and horror at the woman in white, arms outstretched in a protective manner, her back slashed open from a fatal wound... a wound from his own blade. Time stood still as the girl fell back and his heart and mind shattered, a scream of anguish erupting from his throat. XXXXXXXX “Tomoe!” Kenshin cried, eyelids snapping open as he bolted upright from his futon. His blue yukata clung to his sweat soaked skin, eyes darting about, breathing labored as he struggled to calm the hammering in his chest. It's alright... I'm in my room... this is my home... that it is...A sudden flare of blistering pain on his left cheek caused the rurouni to wince and he reached up, pressing his palm against the cross shaped scar. “Tomoe...” He whispered sorrowfully. The red head had failed her long ago, the subsequent guilt and anguish nearly breaking him. For ten years after the war, he wandered endlessly, trying hard to atone for the deeds of his past, too scared to love and to be loved. But since staying at the dojo, the pain had faded from his heart, replaced by a new and strong love for Kaoru. The nightmares fled in her presence, allowing him to sleep fitfully without unpleasant memories hounding him. And yet... tonight I dreamed of Tomoe... the first time in months... but why? Why this dream? Why now? A flash of lightning burst through the shoji door, illuminating the darkness, an ear splitting roar of thunder erupting seconds later, shaking the ground, the howl of the wind crying out as if for blood and he frowned. Storms of this type were rare so late in the year. His head lifted to the ceiling as the heavens were unleashed, a deluge of water pouring from the sky, pounding the rooftop like the clattering of hooves. The storm was intensifying and quickly and he thought back to his nightmare, a sense of unease filling him. Are you trying to warn me, Tomoe? Is something bad coming? Lightning flashed again as if in response, a running shadow illuminated by the bright glare and the red head's unease grew. Someone is out there! He reached out with his right hand, snatching up the Sakabato that lay on the ground beside his futon and jumped up, racing to the shoji door, yanking it open as he stepped out onto the engawa, senses heightened as he crept forward cautiously. Flashes of light erupted in constant bursts now, casting an eerie glow around the compound. Thunder shook the ground as the driving rain and the howling wind drowned out all other noise. Still, he sensed a presence coming up behind him and Kenshin reached over, his hand clasping the hilt of his sword, body tensing, ready to strike, drawing out his blade as he whirled around, anger morphing instantly to surprise then concern as he lowered his sakabato. “Kaoru-dono...” He whispered, eyes shifting from the startled look in her lovely features to the bokken she held in her right hand. Did she see the shadow as well? Kaoru saw the tenseness in his body when he had whirled around and the fear in his face that he might have scared her. True, I was a bit... surprised... but I know Kenshin would never hurt me. His reaction confirmed her suspicions as she tried to speak above the booming noise. “You must have seen the shadow pass by, too.” He was able to read her lips above the noise of the storm and he nodded, lifting his left index finger to his lips then motioned her to follow him. Kenshin took the lead as they crept towards the kitchen area. They entered silently, spying movement in the dark, a large figure hunched over, heading in their direction and the rurouni took a defensive stance, shouting out, “Show yourself!” The figure jumped, the sound of something round and heavy dropping to the floor, a vary familiar voice crying out in fear and surprise, “Dammit, Kenshin, don't do that!” “Sano?” Kenshin murmured, lowering his blade as a flash of lightning lit up the dark, revealing the brawler's scared features. “What are you doing up so late? And in the kitchen of all places?” “I hate storms, okay?!” Sano grumbled, bending down to pick up the ringo and the nashi that he dropped. “And this one just seems really nasty... so I figured I'd sit up and have a bite to eat while I waited it out.” The swordsman spied movement behind the tall man, finding a sheepish Yahiko staring back at him, a couple of nashi in his right hand. Kaoru eyed her student with narrowed eyes. “More like we saw a shadow sneaking by and decided to investigate,” She countered. “You really should be in bed, Yahiko.” “We?” Sano murmured then smirked, looking between the two. “Were you two in the same room or something?” Kaoru felt heat bloom on her cheeks at the image of laying next to Kenshin, happy to have it hidden by the darkness of the room as she glared at the fighter. “Do I look like that kind of girl, Sanosuke? Of course we weren't!” “Well, eventually you will be in the same room... so what's the big deal?” Sanosuke teased, amused at the girl's reaction. “Besides, I don't think Kenshin would mind in the least if he shared his futon with you.” The rurouni felt heat on his own face as images came unbidden to him and he cleared his throat, speaking in a soft tone. “Sano... Kaoru-dono and I are betrothed, not married. We will stay in separate rooms until we become husband and wife, that we will.” “Man, Kenshin... you sure are a goody two shoes, aren't you?” Sanosuke teased. “Oro?” The red head replied, blinking as he studied his friend. Kaoru always enjoyed the way the rurouni sounded out that word, finding it rather cute and she relaxed a bit, ignoring the brawler's attempts to harass them both, letting out a soft sigh. “Well, since we are all up, might as well make some tea.” She murmured, laying her bokken against the closest wall before stepping down into the kitchen. Kenshin sheathed his sakabato, watching the girl begin to prepare the tea, turning his gaze as Sano moved closer, the side of his mouth covered with the back of his hand as the fighter whispered, “You sure we should let her make the tea?” The swordsman smiled softly. “Kaoru-dono's tea is fine, that it is.” Sanosuke lowered his hand, features skeptical. “You're just saying that because you are in love with her.” Kaoru heard the brawler's words, clenching her jaw in irritation as she called out testily, “Would you like the tea in a cup or on your head, Sanosuke?” The fighter looked out into the kitchen in surprise. Man, she's got ears like a fox. Kenshin chuckled softly. “What's so funny?” Sano asked, returning his attention to the smaller man. “This one... enjoys Kaoru-dono's banter with you, Sano...” He answered, eyes twinkling a bit, the pain of his nightmare forgotten at the moment. “Kaoru-dono is strong willed... and not afraid to speak her mind...” He paused, features softening into a look of love. “Her spirit is most beautiful, that it is.” Sano shook his head, catching the tender tone in his best friend's voice, the emotion visible in the rurouni's features and his lips quirked into a slight smile. “We'll, you're the one that will have to live with her, after all. If anyone can handle Jo-chan, it's you, Kenshin.” “I heard that, Sanosuke!” Yahiko grinned, happy to not be the one receiving Kaoru's wrath for once. Not that she really gets after me too much. He thought, moving past the other two males, putting the nashi in his hands on the tatami mat, moving over to one of the many cupboards, drawing out a few candles, sticking them in the candle holders and lighting them, a faint but warm glow filling part of the room. Smiling, the boy then retrieved four zabuton and arranged them two on each side of the center of the room, Once the tea was prepared, Kaoru brought it in, sitting down seiza style to Kenshin's right, pouring tea for everyone. Kenshin reached out, lifting the cup to his lips, taking a small sip, warmth filling him, soothing his anxiety. “This tea is quite good, Kaoru-dono, that it is... thank you for making it.” The girl gave a shy smile, voice light and happy. “You are welcome, Kenshin.” The storm continued to rage outside, the candle light flickering across the group's features. “Man, this storm is really odd,” Sano spoke, looking over towards the doorway. “I don't like them to begin with but there's something freaky about this one. It feels...” “Bad...” Yahiko finished for the fighter, drawing everyone's attention to him. Kaoru studied her student, troubled at the genuine worry in the boy's voice. “Bad how, Yahiko? It's just a storm.” “Yeah... but you woke up from it, too, Kaoru. It must have scared you. Why else did you grab a bokken?” Yahiko countered. Kaoru turned her gaze over to her wooden sword. “I brought it along because I saw a shadow which turned out to be one of you two.” “Yeah, but what woke you up in the first place, the shadow or the storm?” Yahiko insisted. The assistant master looked back to her student, frowning. He's got me there. “Fine. I admit it was the storm that woke me up. Normally I sleep like a baby through them but this one was so... loud... and that wind... screaming... like a lost soul... crying out for blood,” She shivered a bit, unable to hide the discomfort she felt. “That is what frightened me the most. But when I saw that shadow, I worried that someone was plotting something nefarious, so I grabbed my bokken and went out to investigate,” She paused, studying the two males opposite of her acutely. “Only to find out my student and one of my boarders had snuck out of their rooms for a late night snack.” “You make it sound like we were going to run off with your valuables or something,” Sano grumbled in slight indignation. “It was just a few apples and pears, gee.” Kenshin listened silently, his friends various responses confirming what the rurouni felt upon waking. So they sensed it as well. Perhaps there is some warning to this storm after all. Kenshin thought, drinking another sip of tea, looking over to Yahiko who asked, “What about you, Kenshin? Did the storm wake you, too?” The swordsman's gaze drifted down to his tea cup, the memory of his bad dream returning with a vengeance and he whispered, his voice barely audible above the symphony of nature's fury roaring outside. “No... it was a nightmare.” “Nightmare?” Kaoru murmured, looking over to her left, studying the rurouni in concern. He heard the worry in the girl's voice. Kaoru deserves to know the truth of my past, that she does. I know she will not judge me for what I did, but still... I am not sure I am ready to tell her what happened long ago. Kaoru sensed his hesitation. It must have something to do with his past. There it should remain, until he is ready to talk of it. Wanting to ease his anxiety, she reached out, resting her hand over his. Kenshin looked up from his cup over to her, feeling the warmth of her hand on his, seeing the love and patience in her eyes as the Kaoru spoke, “It's alright, Kenshin. You don't have to say anything of it. When you wish to talk, we will be here for you, ready to listen with an open mind and an open heart.” “Kaoru-dono,” He whispered reverently, his eyes meeting hers, getting lost in those dark brown pools once again. The girl had captured his heart well before this moment. But I love you even more than ever. Is such a thing possible? He gently captured her fingers in his, voice tender, “This one is happy to have your patience and understanding, that he is.” Kaoru felt his fingers twine with hers, drawn to his handsome features, instinctively leaning closer to him as their eyes met and held. Sano and Yahiko looked at each other then back at the couple, sensing the shift of energy in the room. “You think the two of them are going to kiss each other?” Yahiko whispered. “Beats me, kid,” Sano whispered back. “Jo-chan would probably be less grouchy if Kenshin kissed her though,” He paused then grinned, trying to break the love spell he saw brewing between the pair. “Hey, if you two plan on getting lovey-dovey, could you do it in another room please? I'd like to drink my tea without you two making eyes at each other.” Kenshin blinked first, the spell broken as he looked over at his best friend. “Oro?” Kaoru blushed darkly at the connotation, withdrawing her hand to her side as she looked away from the rurouni. Though she loved Kenshin with all her heart, she knew it was best to behave properly. And I'm still a bit shy... about these feelings I have and how best to respond to his touch while I'm around other people. The red head felt disappointment in the loss of her touch but knew she was still very shy about physical contact. And it really would be best to not do such things in front of the others so as to not embarrass Kaoru. So they sat quietly, drinking their tea, until the rain began to slow, the flashes of lightning fading as the wind began to die down. Kenshin lifted his head to the roof, voice soft. “The storm is calming down now. I think the worst of it has passed.” “Hai, I agree,” Kaoru commented as she carefully collected every cup. “We should all head back to our rooms and try to get some sleep.” She rose, carrying the wooden tray that held the tea pot and the cups back down into the kitchen. The rest of the group rose, heading out onto the engawa, Kenshin stopping before the open shoji door of his room, watching as Sano and Yahiko passed by, calling out softly to the girl as she moved around him, “Kaoru-dono?” The girl pivoted around to face him. “Hai, Kenshin?” The rurouni walked up to her, keeping his voice low but tender. “This one is not sorry for how he feels towards you... though I apologize for making you blush tonight. It was not this one's intention to embarrass you.” Kaoru smiled softly, shaking her head a bit. “Kenshin. You don't embarrass me. I know how you feel about me. I feel the same for you. It is as you said before. It is only natural to react this way,” She tilted her head to the side, studying him, her voice becoming soft and quiet. “I... like holding hands with you, Kenshin. I like to look at you when you talk to me. I love how gentle you are and understanding. I love you and to express that in holding your hand and being close to you isn't wrong. We are betrothed after all. I'm just shy. I'll get over it eventually.” He tilted his head in response to her words, heart reacting to what she was saying, a smile upon at his lips as he murmured, “Kaoru-dono, this one is happy that you are not embarrassed. Shyness is understandable. To love someone is more than just a touch and a kiss. It is the heart that matters most, that it is.” He paused, lifting his right hand, resting the palm over his chest. “This one's heart loves you, Kaoru-dono. It beats for you and you alone. When I'm near you... it quickens... when you are far away... it hurts... but always it reacts to your presence. That is why this one will wait forever for you, Kaoru-dono. You are the one most precious to me and I will not and cannot let go of the feelings I have for you.” She felt her knees go weak at his words. Do you have any idea what talking like that does to me, Kenshin? Kaoru wondered, her gaze shifting to his lips then back up then down to the hand resting against his chest. Moving closer, she reached out, resting her hand over his. “I love your heart, Kenshin. I love it most of all, because it loves me,” She lifted her head, studying him with open fondness as she whispered. “And my heart loves you too, Kenshin. I want to always be with you.” He felt an urge to kiss her then but knew it would be inappropriate. And I'm not sure how she'd take that. Baby steps are required, that they are. Kenshin lowered his gaze down to the girl's hand over his own, his long bangs shielding the desire in his eyes for her as he whispered, “I will always be with you, Kaoru-dono. No one will take me from you... and I will fight anyone who tries to take you from me.” The idea of the red head having to fight off someone for her sake made her heart hurt and her brow furrowed in worry. “Kenshin... you won't have to fight anyone ever again,” Kaoru replied in a soft tone. “Those days are behind you now. Battosai is dead. Kenshin Himura is who remains. That is who I love.” The rurouni lifted his head to look at her in surprise, features morphing into a loving look as he flashed her a happy smile. “Hai, that is who this one is.” Kaoru matched his smile and look, slowly withdrawing her hand, backing up a bit as she cleared her throat. “I should go. But I will of course see you in the morning. Goodnight, Kenshin.” She said softly then turned, heading back to her room. The swordsman watched her go. “Goodnight, Kaoru-dono.” He whispered, making sure she was safely inside before he entered his own room, shutting the shoji door behind him. Kenshin walked past the futon, sliding down the side wall, shifting the sakabato to lay against his chest, the hilt on his right shoulder as he sat up, features contemplative. The storm had moved on and the question of the shadow had been answered. But why do I still feel this unease? His gaze focused on the door. Because something bad is coming, I just don't know what it is. He answered then sighed. I need to rest for a while and clear my mind. Perhaps in the morning the answer will come to me. The red head closed his eyes, no more dreams plaguing him as he drifted off into a light sleep, unaware that the answer would come to him in a most unexpected and unwelcome way. October 24, 1878 Yokohama “I like this house you rented for the duration of our stay here, Gein.” Enishi commented, sitting in a chair beside a large window panel. He gazed out at the light blue night sky, the coming of dawn fast approaching and he admired the view. The Victorian architecture that surrounded Enishi was a stark contrast to the world in which the bespectacled man had grown up in. And it's nice to have a bit of refinement and modern convenience. “Yokohama is a much better city to be in than Battosai's. And it is close enough to travel to Tokyo and begin our plan to ruin his life.” “I'm glad you find it to your liking,” Gein commented, standing to the white haired man's right. His mask was off, though he remained in his black ninja attire. “Our other comrades should be arriving soon.” “One of them is here already.” Enishi replied, making an upwards motion with his head to the tiled ceiling above. Gein looked upwards, eyebrows darting up at the sound of a soft voice that spoke, “Mumyoui Yatsume. Pleased to meet you.” Enishi smiled. “Do you plan to remain hidden the whole time, Yatsume-san?” “As an assassin and a ninja, it is my duty to remain in the shadows. So I will do as my companions did long ago, before Battosai wiped them all out.” “Hmph...” Enishi sounded out. “As you wish.” The door to the study opened and three more men entered. “Ah, this must be the rest of the group,” Enishi said, turning his attention to the new arrivals. “You all have had a long and hard journey, I'm sure. Welcome. You may go ahead and introduce yourself if you so desire.” The dark clad one with the long curl-like hair walked over to stand near Gein before introducing himself first. “I am Banjin Inui. I've worked before with Gein and now I work with all of you.” The effeminate looking one, with six strange and large metal spikes sprouting out of the open section of his blue kimono, gave a slight bow of his head. “Hyouko Otowa. Greetings.” The tallest of the group went last, his large frame clothed in simple attire, a bandaged stump in place of a right hand as he looked around, severe features twisted into an expression of displeasure, clearly uncomfortable in where he was at. “Hyogo Kujiranami.” He offered in a low and deep voice. “And you must be...?” He asked, looking over at the stranger with the white hair and the orange and blue Chinese outfit. “Enishi Yukishiro. The first of six who seek vengeance against the one called Battosai.” “Six?” Inui murmured, looking around. “I'm only counting five.” “The last of our group is hidden above,” Enishi replied. “And with this number that makes us the Six Comrades.” “The Six Comrades. That isn't a very graceful name.” Hyouko sniffed haughtily. “Okay then, what about Inui and his followers?” The brawler said with a grin as he made a fist. “Gein and his merry men?” The ninja offered, looking over at Hyogo who grumbled, “I am not merry.” Clearly not. Gein thought but said nothing, shifting his gaze to the ceiling as the hidden one, Mumyoui, threw his hat into the naming ring, “From the ceiling with love?” “Not bad,” Enishi said after listening to his companions speak, sliding his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “But it matters little what we call ourselves. We are six comrades now, united against a single enemy,” The sun began to rise, filling the room with warm light. “Battosai goes by the name Kenshin Himura now,” Enishi began to inform the group. “He is currently in the city of Tokyo and resides in a dojo owned by a woman named Kaoru Kamiya. The Battosai believes he has found his peace and will not have to face the sins of his past. We six here are going to enlighten him to the hellish truth one step at a time.” “Why do we not just kill him and be done with it?” Hyogo asked, subconsciously rubbing the bandaged stump. “Because, my friend, killing Battosai as he is now would be a merciful death. He deserves no such mercy. No... we are going to drag Battosai out of the illusion that he is simply Kenshin and show him the reality of what he truly is. We are going to make him suffer, just as he made us suffer long ago,” Enishi paused, eyes a bit manic as he turned his attention back out the window. “True revenge begins when your enemy is made to understand there will be a reckoning for the lives he took and the pain he caused,” He grinned, voice growing more excited as his features grew more animated. “We are going to run him down, make him sweat, make him bleed, make him cry, make him fall apart, until all that is left is the shell of a broken man with no will left to fight. Once that is accomplished, the glory of the kill can go to the swiftest among us six. Is that not what we all want in the end? To be the one to kill Battosai with our own hands?” “Alright, but what is your plan?” Hyouko asked, looking over at the bespectacled man in curiosity. “My plan is fairly simple,” Enishi began. “There are those in Tokyo that have allied with Battosai. Of these few, two of us have had dealings with them prior and are one of the reasons to aid in this endeavor.” He said, looking over at Gein and Banjin. “You may target the Battosai's small group and do as you wish with them but do not kill the Battosai. He must be kept alive for the second round of my plan.” “Does that include Battosai's woman as well?” Banjin asked. Enishi tilted his head. “Kaoru Kamiya is integral to my plan. You may hurt her if able but she is not to be killed. Is that understood?” There was a darkness in his tone that matched the cold look in his eyes as he stared at the men standing before him. “Hai.” Banjin replied, instinctively backing up. You're a rather scary person, aren't you, Enishi-san? Enishi's features lightened. “Very good. Now then. I will be heading into Tokyo today at my own leisure. You are welcome to begin the first phase now,” He looked over at his second in command. “Gein knows the city like the back of his hand and will coordinate our attack plan. He will also take you to one of our weapon caches in that city so that you may choose what you wish to use to harass and torment Battosai and his friends.” Gein gave a nod. “Follow me.” He replied, exiting out the room, the rest following. Enishi remained seated for a long time, looking out the window. Enishi knew that, after hearing his reasoning and his plan, the rest of the group was willing hold off killing the Battosai. After all, a quick death would only last for an instant. And that will not appease my sister nor calm the rage of hatred in my heart. Battosai must be made to suffer. His features grew wild, anger festering as he clenched his fist, lifting it up to his face as he growled silently. Soon Himura, I will plunge you into a living hell... just like what you did to me... there will be no escape and no mercy shown. This hell I am going to deliver with my own hands will be Enishi Yukishiro's true revenge! Another chapter complete. Do please review and leave a few lines as I like to know what people think.
Note: There are several changes already. First, there is no Armstrong Cannon in this story, though Hyogo Kujiranami will still have a powerful gun of some fashion. You'll see where I go with this later. So, there is no bombardment of the Akabeko as it does not play as prominent a role in the movie universe as it did in the manga. There will still be a couple places that do get blown up or attacked instead. Can anyone guess which ones? The attacks are going to be smaller for the most part and more personal. But that will begin in the next chapter. Enishi and Gein do not meet up in Kyoto but instead in Yokohama (where the house that Gein rented for his boss stands.) There is no mention of Kenshin visiting Tomoe's grave in the movie story line but in my mind it most likely did happen, perhaps even when he went to visit Shakku Arai's grave in the second movie.
Gein goes with the other members of the group to Tokyo and will play a role in this first stage of attacks more so than in the manga. Gein will follow the movie universe of his character as he is a ninja in both the movie story line and the Restoration manga. There will be no robotics as I want to keep it realistic to the movie universe. Gein will however make use of explosives and his wires for other things and will still have the skill of making corpse dolls. Yatsume is not going to be a hideous monster, though I think I'll have him have sharpened canines, with regular teeth after that. He will keep his gauntlets with claws though. There will be no tekken for Inui. Just brute force and maybe a bit of armor of some kind so Sano has a harder time defeating him (kind of got his ass handed to him the first time fighting Banjin but we will go with the movie universe's version of Inui still.) Hyouko will be basically the same as his weapons are not out of the realm of realism.
I will also from time to time put dates or places in bold as we go from place to place. They are estimates though as for the most part we get the year and the place and sometimes the month as well in the manga.
Whew, a lot to get out. Sorry if it bores people but I like to give heads up to changes. Onto the story!
word list: engawa- deck around a Japanese home nashi- Japanese pear in season late summer and autumn ringo- Japanese word for apple which can be found in season during autumn and early winter sieza- Japanese way of sitting in a proper manner with legs tucked underneath zabuton- cushions for sitting on the floor XXXXXXXX- marks flashback/dream sequence Chapter 4- A Bad Omen
October 23, 1878 Yokohama port Late was the hour when the ship pulled into port. A single passenger disembarked down the lowered platform, his white hair nearly glowing in the inky blackness of the empty dock as he began to stroll forward, the short blue cloak wrapped around his tall form fluttering in the wind that swirled around him. Heading towards a series of crates, the man shifted his left hand, slinging an elongated light brown bag over his shoulder as he came to a stop, his deep voice calling out, “You can come out now.” A figure in black stepped out of the shadows, his pale mask hiding his features as he came to stand before the white haired male. “Welcome back, Enishi.” Enishi lifted his right hand, sliding his small round glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “It's good to be back... Gein...” He replied. The ninja lifted his mask, true features now visible as he looked over to his boss. “I trust your trip was comfortable?” “It was a long voyage to Osaka... and I had to stop at my sister's grave in Kyoto before I came back here...” Enishi answered. “So, Gein,during your observation of him, did my brother in law bother himself to even visit her grave before returning to Tokyo?” “Hai, he did, though he seemed to be in much of a hurry. Shishio was plotting something rather grand as a diversion before he sailed the Rengoku here.” The taller man smiled. “Ah... And how did that work out?” “The ship was destroyed and Shishio was defeated but the Battosai was nearly killed as a result of that fight.” Enishi grinned. “So he was greatly injured but managed to survive. Excellent news indeed,” He paused, studying the smaller male. “So what else has my brother-in-law been up to in these past few months?” “He goes by the name Kenshin Himura,” Gein began, giving Enishi his report. “He currently resides in the Kamiya dojo in Tokyo. The owner of the dojo is a woman by the name of Kaoru Kamiya. He has fallen in love with her and intends to take her hand in marriage.” A manic gleam burst in Enishi's eyes. So you've chosen another to take my sister's place have you? My revenge will be all the more sweeter when I take the one most precious from you, just as you did to me those many years ago. “Tell me, Gein, does my brother-in-law still carry his scar?” Gein knew of the history between Enishi and the Battosai. He knew of the many dark deeds the red headed former hitokiri had committed. Such crimes could not go unanswered. And the injustice to me will also not go unpunished. He vowed as he replied, “He does.” The white haired man grinned widely. “Good... it means my sister hasn't forgiven him yet,” His features grew more serious. “Did you make the arrangements for me like I asked?” “Hai,” Gein answered with a nod. “The others should arrived at the mansion by morning. I'm sure they are as eager as you to begin your plan.” The distant rumble of thunder could be heard and Enishi raised his head, sniffing the air. “A storm is brewing from the west,” He murmured, grinning madly once more. “A good omen, isn't it, Gein?” Gein blinked, looking up at the manic features of the bespectacled man. Unlike his last employer who was merely a mean little rat, this boss was a tiger, pacing, ready to pounce and devour his prey. And I look forward to seeing you tear Battosai apart. That alone is worth the price of working with a mad man such as yourself. “It is, Enishi...” He saw his sister smile at him in that moment and Enishi's madness grew quiet. Watch over me nee-san and do not worry. Your husband will pay for what he did to you... to me... and our family... Lowering his head, the taller man hummed softly, strolling forward. “Let's go, Gein.” The ninja pulled his mask back down, walking to the right of Enishi as the pair disappeared into the night. XXXXXXXX Darkness filled his vision as he raced blindly through the wood. His other senses were dulled, a side effect of the violent attacks meant to slow him down and kill him. Though slow to recover, he pressed on, desperation and anger giving strength to his legs as he increased his speed, heedless of his own safety. I have to find her. I have to save her from this place and take her back with me. He sensed a change in terrain, brush giving way to bare ground and instinct warned him that he was not alone. A noise barely registered but it caught his attention and he snapped his gaze in the direction of the sound, growling out, “Where is she?” “That woman is the least of your concern, boy,” A masculine voice replied, hate evident in his tone. “After all, you'll be dead in a few moments. Might as well prepare to meet your maker.” Anger festered in his heart at the delay in knowing the fate of the one precious to him, the violence barely contained, threatening to burst from within and he roared in a low and lethal voice, “WHERE IS SHE?!” The male voice laughed. “Foolish boy, do you really think she loved you? She was in on the plan all along,” He taunted. “You're going to die here. Your death will make me famous and Tokugawa will lavish me will all kinds of gold when this is over.” “The death is yours,” He growled. “You're nothing but a coward, too afraid to fight me at full strength, so you use her to lure me in and then bombard my senses with targeted attacks to wear me down. Well, I've got news for you. I don't need prefect vision to kill you, you scheming bastard,” He taunted back. “So if it's death you seek, come closer and I'll give it to you.” “Hah! You can't see, sense, or hear me well at all and you think you can defeat me like that?!” The man charged forward, roaring. “You're even more naive than you look, Battosai!” The hitokiri took a defensive stance, gasping as a forearm smashed into his throat, nearly crushing his windpipe, the force knocking him off his feet, sending him rocketed backwards, his small form crashing into the trunk of a nearby tree. Air exploded from Battosai's lungs and he struggled to rise. More fists struck him and he was unable to defend himself. Still, he would not relent. Slashing out, managing to wound his opponent, the scent of blood in the air that was not his own. Got you, you bastard! “You're wearing down, Battosai. Weak, tired, your senses dulled. You can't win.” His assailant taunted. “So I can't win... so be it...” He murmured, holding his sword out to the side. I will die here, but I will also take you with me. He heard footsteps racing towards him and he swung outward, his blade biting into soft flesh, the scream of a woman piercing the silence as the scent of white plums filled the air. I know this scent... it's... Something sliced across his left cheek, the warmth of blood trickling down his neck as his vision cleared, eyes widening in shock and horror at the woman in white, arms outstretched in a protective manner, her back slashed open from a fatal wound... a wound from his own blade. Time stood still as the girl fell back and his heart and mind shattered, a scream of anguish erupting from his throat. XXXXXXXX “Tomoe!” Kenshin cried, eyelids snapping open as he bolted upright from his futon. His blue yukata clung to his sweat soaked skin, eyes darting about, breathing labored as he struggled to calm the hammering in his chest. It's alright... I'm in my room... this is my home... that it is...A sudden flare of blistering pain on his left cheek caused the rurouni to wince and he reached up, pressing his palm against the cross shaped scar. “Tomoe...” He whispered sorrowfully. The red head had failed her long ago, the subsequent guilt and anguish nearly breaking him. For ten years after the war, he wandered endlessly, trying hard to atone for the deeds of his past, too scared to love and to be loved. But since staying at the dojo, the pain had faded from his heart, replaced by a new and strong love for Kaoru. The nightmares fled in her presence, allowing him to sleep fitfully without unpleasant memories hounding him. And yet... tonight I dreamed of Tomoe... the first time in months... but why? Why this dream? Why now? A flash of lightning burst through the shoji door, illuminating the darkness, an ear splitting roar of thunder erupting seconds later, shaking the ground, the howl of the wind crying out as if for blood and he frowned. Storms of this type were rare so late in the year. His head lifted to the ceiling as the heavens were unleashed, a deluge of water pouring from the sky, pounding the rooftop like the clattering of hooves. The storm was intensifying and quickly and he thought back to his nightmare, a sense of unease filling him. Are you trying to warn me, Tomoe? Is something bad coming? Lightning flashed again as if in response, a running shadow illuminated by the bright glare and the red head's unease grew. Someone is out there! He reached out with his right hand, snatching up the Sakabato that lay on the ground beside his futon and jumped up, racing to the shoji door, yanking it open as he stepped out onto the engawa, senses heightened as he crept forward cautiously. Flashes of light erupted in constant bursts now, casting an eerie glow around the compound. Thunder shook the ground as the driving rain and the howling wind drowned out all other noise. Still, he sensed a presence coming up behind him and Kenshin reached over, his hand clasping the hilt of his sword, body tensing, ready to strike, drawing out his blade as he whirled around, anger morphing instantly to surprise then concern as he lowered his sakabato. “Kaoru-dono...” He whispered, eyes shifting from the startled look in her lovely features to the bokken she held in her right hand. Did she see the shadow as well? Kaoru saw the tenseness in his body when he had whirled around and the fear in his face that he might have scared her. True, I was a bit... surprised... but I know Kenshin would never hurt me. His reaction confirmed her suspicions as she tried to speak above the booming noise. “You must have seen the shadow pass by, too.” He was able to read her lips above the noise of the storm and he nodded, lifting his left index finger to his lips then motioned her to follow him. Kenshin took the lead as they crept towards the kitchen area. They entered silently, spying movement in the dark, a large figure hunched over, heading in their direction and the rurouni took a defensive stance, shouting out, “Show yourself!” The figure jumped, the sound of something round and heavy dropping to the floor, a vary familiar voice crying out in fear and surprise, “Dammit, Kenshin, don't do that!” “Sano?” Kenshin murmured, lowering his blade as a flash of lightning lit up the dark, revealing the brawler's scared features. “What are you doing up so late? And in the kitchen of all places?” “I hate storms, okay?!” Sano grumbled, bending down to pick up the ringo and the nashi that he dropped. “And this one just seems really nasty... so I figured I'd sit up and have a bite to eat while I waited it out.” The swordsman spied movement behind the tall man, finding a sheepish Yahiko staring back at him, a couple of nashi in his right hand. Kaoru eyed her student with narrowed eyes. “More like we saw a shadow sneaking by and decided to investigate,” She countered. “You really should be in bed, Yahiko.” “We?” Sano murmured then smirked, looking between the two. “Were you two in the same room or something?” Kaoru felt heat bloom on her cheeks at the image of laying next to Kenshin, happy to have it hidden by the darkness of the room as she glared at the fighter. “Do I look like that kind of girl, Sanosuke? Of course we weren't!” “Well, eventually you will be in the same room... so what's the big deal?” Sanosuke teased, amused at the girl's reaction. “Besides, I don't think Kenshin would mind in the least if he shared his futon with you.” The rurouni felt heat on his own face as images came unbidden to him and he cleared his throat, speaking in a soft tone. “Sano... Kaoru-dono and I are betrothed, not married. We will stay in separate rooms until we become husband and wife, that we will.” “Man, Kenshin... you sure are a goody two shoes, aren't you?” Sanosuke teased. “Oro?” The red head replied, blinking as he studied his friend. Kaoru always enjoyed the way the rurouni sounded out that word, finding it rather cute and she relaxed a bit, ignoring the brawler's attempts to harass them both, letting out a soft sigh. “Well, since we are all up, might as well make some tea.” She murmured, laying her bokken against the closest wall before stepping down into the kitchen. Kenshin sheathed his sakabato, watching the girl begin to prepare the tea, turning his gaze as Sano moved closer, the side of his mouth covered with the back of his hand as the fighter whispered, “You sure we should let her make the tea?” The swordsman smiled softly. “Kaoru-dono's tea is fine, that it is.” Sanosuke lowered his hand, features skeptical. “You're just saying that because you are in love with her.” Kaoru heard the brawler's words, clenching her jaw in irritation as she called out testily, “Would you like the tea in a cup or on your head, Sanosuke?” The fighter looked out into the kitchen in surprise. Man, she's got ears like a fox. Kenshin chuckled softly. “What's so funny?” Sano asked, returning his attention to the smaller man. “This one... enjoys Kaoru-dono's banter with you, Sano...” He answered, eyes twinkling a bit, the pain of his nightmare forgotten at the moment. “Kaoru-dono is strong willed... and not afraid to speak her mind...” He paused, features softening into a look of love. “Her spirit is most beautiful, that it is.” Sano shook his head, catching the tender tone in his best friend's voice, the emotion visible in the rurouni's features and his lips quirked into a slight smile. “We'll, you're the one that will have to live with her, after all. If anyone can handle Jo-chan, it's you, Kenshin.” “I heard that, Sanosuke!” Yahiko grinned, happy to not be the one receiving Kaoru's wrath for once. Not that she really gets after me too much. He thought, moving past the other two males, putting the nashi in his hands on the tatami mat, moving over to one of the many cupboards, drawing out a few candles, sticking them in the candle holders and lighting them, a faint but warm glow filling part of the room. Smiling, the boy then retrieved four zabuton and arranged them two on each side of the center of the room, Once the tea was prepared, Kaoru brought it in, sitting down seiza style to Kenshin's right, pouring tea for everyone. Kenshin reached out, lifting the cup to his lips, taking a small sip, warmth filling him, soothing his anxiety. “This tea is quite good, Kaoru-dono, that it is... thank you for making it.” The girl gave a shy smile, voice light and happy. “You are welcome, Kenshin.” The storm continued to rage outside, the candle light flickering across the group's features. “Man, this storm is really odd,” Sano spoke, looking over towards the doorway. “I don't like them to begin with but there's something freaky about this one. It feels...” “Bad...” Yahiko finished for the fighter, drawing everyone's attention to him. Kaoru studied her student, troubled at the genuine worry in the boy's voice. “Bad how, Yahiko? It's just a storm.” “Yeah... but you woke up from it, too, Kaoru. It must have scared you. Why else did you grab a bokken?” Yahiko countered. Kaoru turned her gaze over to her wooden sword. “I brought it along because I saw a shadow which turned out to be one of you two.” “Yeah, but what woke you up in the first place, the shadow or the storm?” Yahiko insisted. The assistant master looked back to her student, frowning. He's got me there. “Fine. I admit it was the storm that woke me up. Normally I sleep like a baby through them but this one was so... loud... and that wind... screaming... like a lost soul... crying out for blood,” She shivered a bit, unable to hide the discomfort she felt. “That is what frightened me the most. But when I saw that shadow, I worried that someone was plotting something nefarious, so I grabbed my bokken and went out to investigate,” She paused, studying the two males opposite of her acutely. “Only to find out my student and one of my boarders had snuck out of their rooms for a late night snack.” “You make it sound like we were going to run off with your valuables or something,” Sano grumbled in slight indignation. “It was just a few apples and pears, gee.” Kenshin listened silently, his friends various responses confirming what the rurouni felt upon waking. So they sensed it as well. Perhaps there is some warning to this storm after all. Kenshin thought, drinking another sip of tea, looking over to Yahiko who asked, “What about you, Kenshin? Did the storm wake you, too?” The swordsman's gaze drifted down to his tea cup, the memory of his bad dream returning with a vengeance and he whispered, his voice barely audible above the symphony of nature's fury roaring outside. “No... it was a nightmare.” “Nightmare?” Kaoru murmured, looking over to her left, studying the rurouni in concern. He heard the worry in the girl's voice. Kaoru deserves to know the truth of my past, that she does. I know she will not judge me for what I did, but still... I am not sure I am ready to tell her what happened long ago. Kaoru sensed his hesitation. It must have something to do with his past. There it should remain, until he is ready to talk of it. Wanting to ease his anxiety, she reached out, resting her hand over his. Kenshin looked up from his cup over to her, feeling the warmth of her hand on his, seeing the love and patience in her eyes as the Kaoru spoke, “It's alright, Kenshin. You don't have to say anything of it. When you wish to talk, we will be here for you, ready to listen with an open mind and an open heart.” “Kaoru-dono,” He whispered reverently, his eyes meeting hers, getting lost in those dark brown pools once again. The girl had captured his heart well before this moment. But I love you even more than ever. Is such a thing possible? He gently captured her fingers in his, voice tender, “This one is happy to have your patience and understanding, that he is.” Kaoru felt his fingers twine with hers, drawn to his handsome features, instinctively leaning closer to him as their eyes met and held. Sano and Yahiko looked at each other then back at the couple, sensing the shift of energy in the room. “You think the two of them are going to kiss each other?” Yahiko whispered. “Beats me, kid,” Sano whispered back. “Jo-chan would probably be less grouchy if Kenshin kissed her though,” He paused then grinned, trying to break the love spell he saw brewing between the pair. “Hey, if you two plan on getting lovey-dovey, could you do it in another room please? I'd like to drink my tea without you two making eyes at each other.” Kenshin blinked first, the spell broken as he looked over at his best friend. “Oro?” Kaoru blushed darkly at the connotation, withdrawing her hand to her side as she looked away from the rurouni. Though she loved Kenshin with all her heart, she knew it was best to behave properly. And I'm still a bit shy... about these feelings I have and how best to respond to his touch while I'm around other people. The red head felt disappointment in the loss of her touch but knew she was still very shy about physical contact. And it really would be best to not do such things in front of the others so as to not embarrass Kaoru. So they sat quietly, drinking their tea, until the rain began to slow, the flashes of lightning fading as the wind began to die down. Kenshin lifted his head to the roof, voice soft. “The storm is calming down now. I think the worst of it has passed.” “Hai, I agree,” Kaoru commented as she carefully collected every cup. “We should all head back to our rooms and try to get some sleep.” She rose, carrying the wooden tray that held the tea pot and the cups back down into the kitchen. The rest of the group rose, heading out onto the engawa, Kenshin stopping before the open shoji door of his room, watching as Sano and Yahiko passed by, calling out softly to the girl as she moved around him, “Kaoru-dono?” The girl pivoted around to face him. “Hai, Kenshin?” The rurouni walked up to her, keeping his voice low but tender. “This one is not sorry for how he feels towards you... though I apologize for making you blush tonight. It was not this one's intention to embarrass you.” Kaoru smiled softly, shaking her head a bit. “Kenshin. You don't embarrass me. I know how you feel about me. I feel the same for you. It is as you said before. It is only natural to react this way,” She tilted her head to the side, studying him, her voice becoming soft and quiet. “I... like holding hands with you, Kenshin. I like to look at you when you talk to me. I love how gentle you are and understanding. I love you and to express that in holding your hand and being close to you isn't wrong. We are betrothed after all. I'm just shy. I'll get over it eventually.” He tilted his head in response to her words, heart reacting to what she was saying, a smile upon at his lips as he murmured, “Kaoru-dono, this one is happy that you are not embarrassed. Shyness is understandable. To love someone is more than just a touch and a kiss. It is the heart that matters most, that it is.” He paused, lifting his right hand, resting the palm over his chest. “This one's heart loves you, Kaoru-dono. It beats for you and you alone. When I'm near you... it quickens... when you are far away... it hurts... but always it reacts to your presence. That is why this one will wait forever for you, Kaoru-dono. You are the one most precious to me and I will not and cannot let go of the feelings I have for you.” She felt her knees go weak at his words. Do you have any idea what talking like that does to me, Kenshin? Kaoru wondered, her gaze shifting to his lips then back up then down to the hand resting against his chest. Moving closer, she reached out, resting her hand over his. “I love your heart, Kenshin. I love it most of all, because it loves me,” She lifted her head, studying him with open fondness as she whispered. “And my heart loves you too, Kenshin. I want to always be with you.” He felt an urge to kiss her then but knew it would be inappropriate. And I'm not sure how she'd take that. Baby steps are required, that they are. Kenshin lowered his gaze down to the girl's hand over his own, his long bangs shielding the desire in his eyes for her as he whispered, “I will always be with you, Kaoru-dono. No one will take me from you... and I will fight anyone who tries to take you from me.” The idea of the red head having to fight off someone for her sake made her heart hurt and her brow furrowed in worry. “Kenshin... you won't have to fight anyone ever again,” Kaoru replied in a soft tone. “Those days are behind you now. Battosai is dead. Kenshin Himura is who remains. That is who I love.” The rurouni lifted his head to look at her in surprise, features morphing into a loving look as he flashed her a happy smile. “Hai, that is who this one is.” Kaoru matched his smile and look, slowly withdrawing her hand, backing up a bit as she cleared her throat. “I should go. But I will of course see you in the morning. Goodnight, Kenshin.” She said softly then turned, heading back to her room. The swordsman watched her go. “Goodnight, Kaoru-dono.” He whispered, making sure she was safely inside before he entered his own room, shutting the shoji door behind him. Kenshin walked past the futon, sliding down the side wall, shifting the sakabato to lay against his chest, the hilt on his right shoulder as he sat up, features contemplative. The storm had moved on and the question of the shadow had been answered. But why do I still feel this unease? His gaze focused on the door. Because something bad is coming, I just don't know what it is. He answered then sighed. I need to rest for a while and clear my mind. Perhaps in the morning the answer will come to me. The red head closed his eyes, no more dreams plaguing him as he drifted off into a light sleep, unaware that the answer would come to him in a most unexpected and unwelcome way. October 24, 1878 Yokohama “I like this house you rented for the duration of our stay here, Gein.” Enishi commented, sitting in a chair beside a large window panel. He gazed out at the light blue night sky, the coming of dawn fast approaching and he admired the view. The Victorian architecture that surrounded Enishi was a stark contrast to the world in which the bespectacled man had grown up in. And it's nice to have a bit of refinement and modern convenience. “Yokohama is a much better city to be in than Battosai's. And it is close enough to travel to Tokyo and begin our plan to ruin his life.” “I'm glad you find it to your liking,” Gein commented, standing to the white haired man's right. His mask was off, though he remained in his black ninja attire. “Our other comrades should be arriving soon.” “One of them is here already.” Enishi replied, making an upwards motion with his head to the tiled ceiling above. Gein looked upwards, eyebrows darting up at the sound of a soft voice that spoke, “Mumyoui Yatsume. Pleased to meet you.” Enishi smiled. “Do you plan to remain hidden the whole time, Yatsume-san?” “As an assassin and a ninja, it is my duty to remain in the shadows. So I will do as my companions did long ago, before Battosai wiped them all out.” “Hmph...” Enishi sounded out. “As you wish.” The door to the study opened and three more men entered. “Ah, this must be the rest of the group,” Enishi said, turning his attention to the new arrivals. “You all have had a long and hard journey, I'm sure. Welcome. You may go ahead and introduce yourself if you so desire.” The dark clad one with the long curl-like hair walked over to stand near Gein before introducing himself first. “I am Banjin Inui. I've worked before with Gein and now I work with all of you.” The effeminate looking one, with six strange and large metal spikes sprouting out of the open section of his blue kimono, gave a slight bow of his head. “Hyouko Otowa. Greetings.” The tallest of the group went last, his large frame clothed in simple attire, a bandaged stump in place of a right hand as he looked around, severe features twisted into an expression of displeasure, clearly uncomfortable in where he was at. “Hyogo Kujiranami.” He offered in a low and deep voice. “And you must be...?” He asked, looking over at the stranger with the white hair and the orange and blue Chinese outfit. “Enishi Yukishiro. The first of six who seek vengeance against the one called Battosai.” “Six?” Inui murmured, looking around. “I'm only counting five.” “The last of our group is hidden above,” Enishi replied. “And with this number that makes us the Six Comrades.” “The Six Comrades. That isn't a very graceful name.” Hyouko sniffed haughtily. “Okay then, what about Inui and his followers?” The brawler said with a grin as he made a fist. “Gein and his merry men?” The ninja offered, looking over at Hyogo who grumbled, “I am not merry.” Clearly not. Gein thought but said nothing, shifting his gaze to the ceiling as the hidden one, Mumyoui, threw his hat into the naming ring, “From the ceiling with love?” “Not bad,” Enishi said after listening to his companions speak, sliding his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “But it matters little what we call ourselves. We are six comrades now, united against a single enemy,” The sun began to rise, filling the room with warm light. “Battosai goes by the name Kenshin Himura now,” Enishi began to inform the group. “He is currently in the city of Tokyo and resides in a dojo owned by a woman named Kaoru Kamiya. The Battosai believes he has found his peace and will not have to face the sins of his past. We six here are going to enlighten him to the hellish truth one step at a time.” “Why do we not just kill him and be done with it?” Hyogo asked, subconsciously rubbing the bandaged stump. “Because, my friend, killing Battosai as he is now would be a merciful death. He deserves no such mercy. No... we are going to drag Battosai out of the illusion that he is simply Kenshin and show him the reality of what he truly is. We are going to make him suffer, just as he made us suffer long ago,” Enishi paused, eyes a bit manic as he turned his attention back out the window. “True revenge begins when your enemy is made to understand there will be a reckoning for the lives he took and the pain he caused,” He grinned, voice growing more excited as his features grew more animated. “We are going to run him down, make him sweat, make him bleed, make him cry, make him fall apart, until all that is left is the shell of a broken man with no will left to fight. Once that is accomplished, the glory of the kill can go to the swiftest among us six. Is that not what we all want in the end? To be the one to kill Battosai with our own hands?” “Alright, but what is your plan?” Hyouko asked, looking over at the bespectacled man in curiosity. “My plan is fairly simple,” Enishi began. “There are those in Tokyo that have allied with Battosai. Of these few, two of us have had dealings with them prior and are one of the reasons to aid in this endeavor.” He said, looking over at Gein and Banjin. “You may target the Battosai's small group and do as you wish with them but do not kill the Battosai. He must be kept alive for the second round of my plan.” “Does that include Battosai's woman as well?” Banjin asked. Enishi tilted his head. “Kaoru Kamiya is integral to my plan. You may hurt her if able but she is not to be killed. Is that understood?” There was a darkness in his tone that matched the cold look in his eyes as he stared at the men standing before him. “Hai.” Banjin replied, instinctively backing up. You're a rather scary person, aren't you, Enishi-san? Enishi's features lightened. “Very good. Now then. I will be heading into Tokyo today at my own leisure. You are welcome to begin the first phase now,” He looked over at his second in command. “Gein knows the city like the back of his hand and will coordinate our attack plan. He will also take you to one of our weapon caches in that city so that you may choose what you wish to use to harass and torment Battosai and his friends.” Gein gave a nod. “Follow me.” He replied, exiting out the room, the rest following. Enishi remained seated for a long time, looking out the window. Enishi knew that, after hearing his reasoning and his plan, the rest of the group was willing hold off killing the Battosai. After all, a quick death would only last for an instant. And that will not appease my sister nor calm the rage of hatred in my heart. Battosai must be made to suffer. His features grew wild, anger festering as he clenched his fist, lifting it up to his face as he growled silently. Soon Himura, I will plunge you into a living hell... just like what you did to me... there will be no escape and no mercy shown. This hell I am going to deliver with my own hands will be Enishi Yukishiro's true revenge! Another chapter complete. Do please review and leave a few lines as I like to know what people think.