Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ Sanosuke's Plan ( Chapter 17 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Serenitychan13 
Sanosuke leaves in the middle of the night to find his Captain. He is just plain sick and tired of not knowing what's going on.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.29.2004 | Updated On: 05.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 216 | Status: Completed
Sanosuke leaves in the middle of the night to find his Captain. He is just plain sick and tired of not knowing what's going on.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.29.2004 | Updated On: 05.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 216 | Status: Completed
Midori didn't know how right she was...
That night, Sanosuke woke Toshio at midnight to say goodbye. He had a bag with enough food to last about a week. Gently, he stroked the tiny girl's hair until she turned over and her big violet eyes fluttered open.
"Toshio, I'm going too," he whispered. "I'm not just going to sit around and wait."
"Hm?" asked the little girl sleepily. "Where are you going?"
Sanosuke pulled Toshio close to him and held her tight. He didn't really know how to explain this to a four-year-old. Hell, he barely knew how to settle this in his own mind.
"I'm going after him too," he said softly. "I can't stay here and not know what's going on."
"You're going to find Daddy?" asked Toshio, her violet eyes wide, almost hopeful.
Sanosuke nodded, squeezing the girl a little tighter, then letting her go.
"Don't tell anybody where I went, alright?" he asked her, one hand under her chin as he looked down into those beautiful eyes.
Toshio nodded, then reached up to wrap her arms around Sanosuke's neck. He tightened his arms around her. She tilted her head, gave him a quick, innocent kiss on the cheek and smiled at him.
"You can do it, Sano!" she whispered fiercely. "I know you can."
Sanosuke kissed her cheek as well, whispered a goodbye and disappeared into the night. Quickly, he found the same road Souzou and Midori had taken. He knew he could make better time at a run and he knew he had the endurance to do it. Starting out at a steady pace, he started running through the darkness.
Soon he found that his endurance wasn't what he thought it was. He had almost exhausted himself and he had no place to stay. So he slowed down to a walk and forced himself to keep going. He wasn't sure how long he had been walking when he started to hear gunfire. Off to his left, a fairly large covered cart was on fire and surrounded by men with guns. He couldn't tell how many there were. Scared out of his wits, he just stood there and stared.
An explosion rang out and Sanosuke saw what seemed to be a familiar form pelting towards him at top speed.
'Katsu?' he thought, seconds before the other boy slammed into him and sent them both crashing to the ground.
"Quick, get out of here!" yelled a familiar voice before a hand grabbed the collar of his shirt.
Sanosuke had only enough time to duck as a small flying projectile whizzed past his left ear. He heard his best friend cry out in pain and scrambled to his feet. Quickly, he grabbed his friend's hand and both of them took off running. When they stopped, Sanosuke spun Katsu around to look him in the face.
"Katsu, is that really you?" he asked, his heart racing.
Dark, wild eyes stared at him, seemingly in disbelief. The small black-haired boy opened his mouth to say something, but instead choked and groaned in pain. For a second he reeled, then he fell to his knees, doubled over and gasping for breath.
"Where did they hit you?" asked Sanosuke, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"The side of my chest," he wheezed. "Don't worry. It's just a scratch..."
"What!?" yelled Sanosuke. "Don't you remember what Captain Sagara said!? If you get a gunshot wound, you have to look at it as a worst-case scenario! That means you need help, you idiot!"
Katsu rolled his eyes and reluctantly pulled his hand away from the side of his chest. In the dark, the blood staining his shirt looked black. The stain was growing rapidly. Sanosuke was trying hard not to panic while Katsu struggled to stay conscious.
"It should stop soon," he whispered, his voice rasping.
"Katsu, just let me see it!" snarled Sanosuke, forcing his friend down on his back. "I lost my best friend once. I thought you died in that battle just like my dad! I'm not going to lose you again!"
Katsu smiled at Sanosuke, though it was obvious he was in pain.
"Ow..." he groaned through clenched teeth.
Trying not to disturb the wound, Sanosuke tore the side of Katsu's shirt open. It was hard to tell what what actually part of the wound and what was just dried blood and bruising. The whole thing looked absolutely horrible. Katsu was getting very pale and things didn't look good for him.
"Katsu, this isn't just a scratch," Sanosuke whispered. "Do you think you can get up? We really need to get help..."
"I'm not sure," said Katsu, his voice barely more than a breath.
"You've got to try," Sanosuke said firmly, pulling Katsu's arm over his shoulder and helping him to his feet. "Just keep your hand pressed over the open part."
Slowly, Sanosuke and Katsu made their way to the last place they had seen people. There was only one person standing there. He couldn't have been more than fifteen years old. Though the night was cold, probably getting ready to snow again, his long red hair hung in strings, sticking to his forehead with sweat. A sword hung at his side. Tentatively, the two nine-year-old boys approached the stranger.
"Uh, excuse me? Can you help us?" asked Sanosuke, his voice shaking. "My friend's been shot and it looks really bad. We don't have any way to stop the bleeding..."
The red-haired young man didn't say a word, just reached down and gently pulled Katsu's hand away from his wound. Looking at the open, bleeding wound with an analytical eye, he knelt beside Katsu. Still silent, he tore part of his own sleeve off and began to wipe the blood away from the wound. Soon, it was beginning to look better. It wasn't bleeding as much and Katsu looked like he had a better chance of living.
"Do you have anything to wrap it with?" asked the young stranger.
Sanosuke took off his coat and tore a few strips off the bottom of it. Carefully, the older boy helped Katsu get his shirt off and started wrapping the makeshift bandages around his chest. In a few minutes, it was obvious everything was going to be alright. Katsu put his shirt back on, looking up at his rescuer in wonder. The red-haired boy gave Sanosuke and Katsu a faint smile. Before either of them could open their mouth to thank him, he had disappeared into the darkness.
That night, Sanosuke woke Toshio at midnight to say goodbye. He had a bag with enough food to last about a week. Gently, he stroked the tiny girl's hair until she turned over and her big violet eyes fluttered open.
"Toshio, I'm going too," he whispered. "I'm not just going to sit around and wait."
"Hm?" asked the little girl sleepily. "Where are you going?"
Sanosuke pulled Toshio close to him and held her tight. He didn't really know how to explain this to a four-year-old. Hell, he barely knew how to settle this in his own mind.
"I'm going after him too," he said softly. "I can't stay here and not know what's going on."
"You're going to find Daddy?" asked Toshio, her violet eyes wide, almost hopeful.
Sanosuke nodded, squeezing the girl a little tighter, then letting her go.
"Don't tell anybody where I went, alright?" he asked her, one hand under her chin as he looked down into those beautiful eyes.
Toshio nodded, then reached up to wrap her arms around Sanosuke's neck. He tightened his arms around her. She tilted her head, gave him a quick, innocent kiss on the cheek and smiled at him.
"You can do it, Sano!" she whispered fiercely. "I know you can."
Sanosuke kissed her cheek as well, whispered a goodbye and disappeared into the night. Quickly, he found the same road Souzou and Midori had taken. He knew he could make better time at a run and he knew he had the endurance to do it. Starting out at a steady pace, he started running through the darkness.
Soon he found that his endurance wasn't what he thought it was. He had almost exhausted himself and he had no place to stay. So he slowed down to a walk and forced himself to keep going. He wasn't sure how long he had been walking when he started to hear gunfire. Off to his left, a fairly large covered cart was on fire and surrounded by men with guns. He couldn't tell how many there were. Scared out of his wits, he just stood there and stared.
An explosion rang out and Sanosuke saw what seemed to be a familiar form pelting towards him at top speed.
'Katsu?' he thought, seconds before the other boy slammed into him and sent them both crashing to the ground.
"Quick, get out of here!" yelled a familiar voice before a hand grabbed the collar of his shirt.
Sanosuke had only enough time to duck as a small flying projectile whizzed past his left ear. He heard his best friend cry out in pain and scrambled to his feet. Quickly, he grabbed his friend's hand and both of them took off running. When they stopped, Sanosuke spun Katsu around to look him in the face.
"Katsu, is that really you?" he asked, his heart racing.
Dark, wild eyes stared at him, seemingly in disbelief. The small black-haired boy opened his mouth to say something, but instead choked and groaned in pain. For a second he reeled, then he fell to his knees, doubled over and gasping for breath.
"Where did they hit you?" asked Sanosuke, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"The side of my chest," he wheezed. "Don't worry. It's just a scratch..."
"What!?" yelled Sanosuke. "Don't you remember what Captain Sagara said!? If you get a gunshot wound, you have to look at it as a worst-case scenario! That means you need help, you idiot!"
Katsu rolled his eyes and reluctantly pulled his hand away from the side of his chest. In the dark, the blood staining his shirt looked black. The stain was growing rapidly. Sanosuke was trying hard not to panic while Katsu struggled to stay conscious.
"It should stop soon," he whispered, his voice rasping.
"Katsu, just let me see it!" snarled Sanosuke, forcing his friend down on his back. "I lost my best friend once. I thought you died in that battle just like my dad! I'm not going to lose you again!"
Katsu smiled at Sanosuke, though it was obvious he was in pain.
"Ow..." he groaned through clenched teeth.
Trying not to disturb the wound, Sanosuke tore the side of Katsu's shirt open. It was hard to tell what what actually part of the wound and what was just dried blood and bruising. The whole thing looked absolutely horrible. Katsu was getting very pale and things didn't look good for him.
"Katsu, this isn't just a scratch," Sanosuke whispered. "Do you think you can get up? We really need to get help..."
"I'm not sure," said Katsu, his voice barely more than a breath.
"You've got to try," Sanosuke said firmly, pulling Katsu's arm over his shoulder and helping him to his feet. "Just keep your hand pressed over the open part."
Slowly, Sanosuke and Katsu made their way to the last place they had seen people. There was only one person standing there. He couldn't have been more than fifteen years old. Though the night was cold, probably getting ready to snow again, his long red hair hung in strings, sticking to his forehead with sweat. A sword hung at his side. Tentatively, the two nine-year-old boys approached the stranger.
"Uh, excuse me? Can you help us?" asked Sanosuke, his voice shaking. "My friend's been shot and it looks really bad. We don't have any way to stop the bleeding..."
The red-haired young man didn't say a word, just reached down and gently pulled Katsu's hand away from his wound. Looking at the open, bleeding wound with an analytical eye, he knelt beside Katsu. Still silent, he tore part of his own sleeve off and began to wipe the blood away from the wound. Soon, it was beginning to look better. It wasn't bleeding as much and Katsu looked like he had a better chance of living.
"Do you have anything to wrap it with?" asked the young stranger.
Sanosuke took off his coat and tore a few strips off the bottom of it. Carefully, the older boy helped Katsu get his shirt off and started wrapping the makeshift bandages around his chest. In a few minutes, it was obvious everything was going to be alright. Katsu put his shirt back on, looking up at his rescuer in wonder. The red-haired boy gave Sanosuke and Katsu a faint smile. Before either of them could open their mouth to thank him, he had disappeared into the darkness.