Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Nice To Meet Ya ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Nice to Meet YaChapter 1: My life. My Story. My Problem..A full-blown out storm was brewing in the dark grey and lightless sky. It was going to be another day involving heavy, greyish storm clouds that are abundant with the clear and dirty rain that would crystalize it's surrounding areas; making it a temporary place next to paradise. The rain pours heavily down on the outskirts of Japan, which is usual during this time of year. Some people believe that it rains due to a newfound love or some other type of happiness. Others like me, believe someone is in pain. It's another crappy day in the 'wonderful' life of me- Kaoru Kamiya.I was born right in the heart of Tokyo, seventeen years ago . My mother died twenty days later after contracting a diease and my father raised me who was a swordsman.The townspeople that I knew as a child knew I had a pretty decent childhood. I didn't act like the other girls who believed that they were beautiful and dainty all the time which made me an outcast, but I was somewhat grateful with how my life was although I had like to dream a lot. I had frequent reveries on which I had the ideal family like the others girls and boys in the neighborhood had that included a mother and father which would forever have happiness in their lives. Those dreams had ended when one of my father's students had started brawling with the students. By him being the foolish person that he is, he ended up killing one of them by having a clear-cut of his arm therefore making that student bleed to death and then having the nerve to mock the Kamiya Kasshin Style. I guess you could say that from what my father found out from the other students he wasn't pleased at all and felt that he had to teach his disobedient student a lesson that he should forget. He made the situation 'much better' by breaking the guy's thumb and expelling him. By then, I became worried since I used to sneak around to see the students practice- and I saw that the particular bothersome student was as violent as the samurais that I used to hear about as a young girl once I had eye contact with him.Though my father expelled him, the thought of seeing the newly disturbed giant ruffian in my nightmares talking about the day that he would seek out his revenge had just made me fearful for the safety for my father and myself. I remember that many of my father's friends and students told me that nightmares don't come true when I was younger but now I disregard their comments. The next thing I remember it was the following morning I had found my father with many open wounds that were deep and encircled in his own dark marron colored blood laying there, cold as a rock with a horrid stench lingering. I felt a strong person came behind me pulling me into a forced embrace onto his chest and whispered the haunting words in a suggestive tone . . .

It's been 10 years since then and haven't been outside this hellhole which is also my haven at times. I haven't seen my childhood friends; Tae or Sanosuke since that day. Sanosuke hasn't even bothered to write to me anymore, he stopped after a month after I was imprisoned in my own home.'Maybe he has found someone else to freeload from,' I began to remember my idiotic, brute, but kind childhood friend as decide to move around in order to clean the dojo, as I'm fearful for Gohei to start ranting & raving to the point that he'll end up smacking me to the cold and hard wooden floors. Once I move towards my bedroom to clean, I see familiar handwriting on a letter peaking under a small jewelry box that was used to hold letters instead; under blankets in the closet . Under that yellowing letter from 4 years ago, I see more letters. Letters that were dated from 1858, 1859, and again in 1865.'These letters and the handwriting seem way too familiar,' as I read one of the letters finally realizing that they are from Sanosuke. I hide the musty, yellow letter under a hidden storage place under a loose piece of wood near the closet in my room. Those painfully long 10 years, I was abused and a whore to Gohei and his slimy, low-life friends. There were many times I contemplated suicide or killing him, but I felt I wasn't strong enough to carry out my plans. Gohei always found some way of talking me out of suicide with using some threat to hurt who is close to me.I had the urge to cry as I began to laid down on my futon. I had a feeling that knowing that no one who I knew in my past loved me anymore but then again everyone I knew must think that I'm dead right about now.I am dead mentally... I haven't been the same since this ordeal.I want to die. Why did I have to be placed into this situation? I didn't do anything bad when I was younger to be treated like this. I never asked for this... But then again, nothing goes order to plan... Problems occur and either they are solve or not.