Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Enemy Of My Enemy is My Friend ❯ Old Enemies Strike Back ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: MistressJackk 
Authors Notes: Okay ladies and gents this is the first fanfic I’ve ever written so be nice, but not too nice.
Okina surveyed the damage to the Aoiya but that was the very least of his worries. Something else bothered him and plagued his mind and consumed his thoughts with grief. Blood splattered on the side of the building , a thick rope of silky, raven hair lay separated from its owner, Misao was dead or thought to be. There had been a gruesome attack on the Aoiya by a bunch of money hungry bandits Aoshi of course was nowhere in site, Misao had been forced to fend most of them off alone, the other Oniwabanshu being severely out numbered. She had put up the fight of her life, but in the long run failed leading to her torture and to everyone's belief, her death. For pure cruelty they drug her body off leaving the Aoiya in almost rubble and the residents in an even greater anguish the loss of one of their beloved.......
Aoshi looked forward to see Misao's smiling face after his trip to Osaka on business. It had been a rough journey, but worth it in the long run paving a way to put the Oniwabanshu back in business. He was greeted at the train station by a certain Haijime Saitoh, a man he rarely liked dealing with.
" Shinomori I have bad news Makimachi... is dead."
Aoshi didn't listen to anything else, he just ran,faster than his legs had ever carried him, hoping that it was just some kind of sick joke everyone at the Aoiya had played to test him. He slid to a halt when he stood infront of the ruined building that was the Aoiya Okina and the rest working hard to repair it Misao was no where in site.
" Misao!" he called.
The others turned away none had the courage to tell him the bad news.
Aoshi lifted Shiro and shook him violently demanding answers the man was heavily bandaged around the ribs along with other minor scrapes and bruises.
" I.. She.. She's gone Lord Aoshi, she’s dead."
Aoshi dropped him and sank to his knees running sweaty palms through his hair. No it couldn't be, it all was a lie, but deep inside he knew the man was telling the truth. Guilt and rage took over him, all the time he had pushed her away ... all the things he didn’t get to say to her. He couldn't contain it, a scream echoed through the Aoiya and the streets of Kyoto.
White scorching pain filled Misao's senses and tortured her body. Sharp wires cut into her ankles and wrists holding her further punishment. A whip struck her back until blood trickled down her mouth and unconsciousness overtook her, only to be awaken with a hard jab to already broken ribs. Misao wanted to scream, wanted to call for Aoshi or anyone, but no sound came out she just fell limp swallowing in her own agony. She had never endured so much torture in her entire existence and her body threatened to give in and just wait for death to take her away but a voice rang deep inside her head. "Misao don't give up hope Aoshi will come for you."
She laughed despite herself " You cant break me I wont give in."
In the darkness Misao saw a tall lanky figure of a man with rimmed glasses who was smiling rather wickedly at her.
" You’re even more beautiful when you’re covered in blood," he said.
" Basterd, who in the hell are you supposed to be a bodyguard?" she laughed.
" No as a matter of fact I'm the brains of this operation allow me to introduce myself the name is Kanryuu Takeda you must be Misao Makimachi am I correct?"
" Y...You son of bitch , You’re the one who killed Hannya and the other Onwibanshuu!"
"Oh did I do that? Im sorry, you'll have to forgive me I lost controll, but really it was Aoshi Shinomori who sealed their fate, I'm afraid he was too much of a coward to save them."
" Liar!"she screamed.
" He didn’t tell you ?"
"Tell me what,I don’t believe anything you say!"
He shrugged " Aoshi left his comrades to save his own life, why do you think he made it out alive and they didn’t?"
Misao broke down to tears " I don’t believe you, Lord Aoshi...damned son of a bitch!"
" He's a coward Misao and you'll see soon enough when he doesn't come to save you."
He turned on his heel and walked out quietly motioning for her torturer to follow him leaving Misao in the misey of darkness."
It had just been like when Hannya and the others died Aoshi was filled with an uncontrollable burning rage, but this time there was no Misao to save him from his demons. There was only one thing on his mind now,vengencence,he'd find Misao's murders and send them to hell...and then he'd go too,life just didnt seem worth living anymore without her.
Okina knew the man was on a suicide misson,but there was nothing he could do to persuade him otherwise. When Aoshi put his mind on something there was no turning him back. He chuckled alittle thinking about how that trait had rubbed off on Misao.....Misao she was the only one who could help Aoshi now and she was dead. Okina sighed sipping his tea , a tear unnoticed dropping on the table it had been only a short 3 weeks since she left, 3 weeks that seemed like an eternity. The sun didnt shine so bright anymore, the world around the Aoiya seemed just to be endlessly cloudy, life didnt seem so fun anymore, there would be no more bright smiles, no more blazing tempers, no kunai throwing , all that was gone and there was no turning back.
Kaoru was starting to worry about Yahiko, ever since Misao died all the boy the did was mope around the dojo. Sano tried to act like it didnt bother him but deep inside he was full of grief . Over the years Yahiko had develop as friendship between himself and Misao untill they were the best of friends and he had even secretly had alittle crush on her although no one could beat it out of him.
Whenever they visted or she came to the dojo the two were unseperable,always joking and play fighting , training for hours and taking long walks together. Okina had been nice enoug to give him the long braid which was the only thing the bandits left, for hours he'd clutch it in his grasp and just cry not caring who saw. As much as she tried Kaoru could not pull Yahiko back to his normal self she sighed and slumped down on the futon next to Kenshin.
" You have to give him time Kaoru and let him heal," replied Kenshin.
"I know its just that... I hate to see him like this , poor Misao it shouldnt of ended like this."
" Okina wants us to come back to Kyoto, he says that Aoshi is no longer himself , he's going on a massacre to find Misao's killers and then palns to take his own life after the deed is finally done."
Kaoru closed her eyes " He's really taking this hard Kenshin he must be torn up inside just like Yahiko , I dont know maybe he di love Misao and now he's grieving because he never got a chance to confess his feelings."
" Perhaps your'e right Kaoru and perhaps we'll learn the truth someday, for now you should get some rest we ahve along journey ahead of us."
After weeks and weeks of torture and no salvation Misao finally snapped. Her mind played over and over the same thing Aoshi where are you? Why havent come? Was Kanryuu right was Aoshi really a coward? She closed her fists till blood ran steadily down her palms and screamed till her lungs ran out of air. Kanryuu sat back and laughed at his work in only 3 short weeks he had managed to turn the ever loyal Makimachi agianst the man who she trusted with her life. Soon he would have her trained, then ultimatley send her off to complete the task that he failed in, kill Aoshi Shinomori.
After weeks of bondage Misao was allowed to stand on her own two feet while Kanryuu circled around her looking quite pleased with the work of his hired hand. She had a look in her eyes so fierce that even the legendary Battousai would cower in fear.
" So now do you believe me?"
Misao nodded still cliching her fists tightly. " For his cowardness I will personally spill the blood of Aoshi Shinomori and take revenge for the fallen Oniwabanshuu."
" Good, Good but you must endure training Aoshi is a formidable advisary he wont be easy to defeat."
" I understand, justice will be served I swear it."
Author Notes: Like I hope so next chapter will probably be longer anyways review if you like dont flame me too hard. Think Misao will kill Aoshi? What will happen in their first confrontation mwhaaaa read to find out!!!!!!
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.07.2004 | Updated On: 03.08.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 426 | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
Authors Notes: Okay ladies and gents this is the first fanfic I’ve ever written so be nice, but not too nice.
Okina surveyed the damage to the Aoiya but that was the very least of his worries. Something else bothered him and plagued his mind and consumed his thoughts with grief. Blood splattered on the side of the building , a thick rope of silky, raven hair lay separated from its owner, Misao was dead or thought to be. There had been a gruesome attack on the Aoiya by a bunch of money hungry bandits Aoshi of course was nowhere in site, Misao had been forced to fend most of them off alone, the other Oniwabanshu being severely out numbered. She had put up the fight of her life, but in the long run failed leading to her torture and to everyone's belief, her death. For pure cruelty they drug her body off leaving the Aoiya in almost rubble and the residents in an even greater anguish the loss of one of their beloved.......
Aoshi looked forward to see Misao's smiling face after his trip to Osaka on business. It had been a rough journey, but worth it in the long run paving a way to put the Oniwabanshu back in business. He was greeted at the train station by a certain Haijime Saitoh, a man he rarely liked dealing with.
" Shinomori I have bad news Makimachi... is dead."
Aoshi didn't listen to anything else, he just ran,faster than his legs had ever carried him, hoping that it was just some kind of sick joke everyone at the Aoiya had played to test him. He slid to a halt when he stood infront of the ruined building that was the Aoiya Okina and the rest working hard to repair it Misao was no where in site.
" Misao!" he called.
The others turned away none had the courage to tell him the bad news.
Aoshi lifted Shiro and shook him violently demanding answers the man was heavily bandaged around the ribs along with other minor scrapes and bruises.
" I.. She.. She's gone Lord Aoshi, she’s dead."
Aoshi dropped him and sank to his knees running sweaty palms through his hair. No it couldn't be, it all was a lie, but deep inside he knew the man was telling the truth. Guilt and rage took over him, all the time he had pushed her away ... all the things he didn’t get to say to her. He couldn't contain it, a scream echoed through the Aoiya and the streets of Kyoto.
White scorching pain filled Misao's senses and tortured her body. Sharp wires cut into her ankles and wrists holding her further punishment. A whip struck her back until blood trickled down her mouth and unconsciousness overtook her, only to be awaken with a hard jab to already broken ribs. Misao wanted to scream, wanted to call for Aoshi or anyone, but no sound came out she just fell limp swallowing in her own agony. She had never endured so much torture in her entire existence and her body threatened to give in and just wait for death to take her away but a voice rang deep inside her head. "Misao don't give up hope Aoshi will come for you."
She laughed despite herself " You cant break me I wont give in."
In the darkness Misao saw a tall lanky figure of a man with rimmed glasses who was smiling rather wickedly at her.
" You’re even more beautiful when you’re covered in blood," he said.
" Basterd, who in the hell are you supposed to be a bodyguard?" she laughed.
" No as a matter of fact I'm the brains of this operation allow me to introduce myself the name is Kanryuu Takeda you must be Misao Makimachi am I correct?"
" Y...You son of bitch , You’re the one who killed Hannya and the other Onwibanshuu!"
"Oh did I do that? Im sorry, you'll have to forgive me I lost controll, but really it was Aoshi Shinomori who sealed their fate, I'm afraid he was too much of a coward to save them."
" Liar!"she screamed.
" He didn’t tell you ?"
"Tell me what,I don’t believe anything you say!"
He shrugged " Aoshi left his comrades to save his own life, why do you think he made it out alive and they didn’t?"
Misao broke down to tears " I don’t believe you, Lord Aoshi...damned son of a bitch!"
" He's a coward Misao and you'll see soon enough when he doesn't come to save you."
He turned on his heel and walked out quietly motioning for her torturer to follow him leaving Misao in the misey of darkness."
It had just been like when Hannya and the others died Aoshi was filled with an uncontrollable burning rage, but this time there was no Misao to save him from his demons. There was only one thing on his mind now,vengencence,he'd find Misao's murders and send them to hell...and then he'd go too,life just didnt seem worth living anymore without her.
Okina knew the man was on a suicide misson,but there was nothing he could do to persuade him otherwise. When Aoshi put his mind on something there was no turning him back. He chuckled alittle thinking about how that trait had rubbed off on Misao.....Misao she was the only one who could help Aoshi now and she was dead. Okina sighed sipping his tea , a tear unnoticed dropping on the table it had been only a short 3 weeks since she left, 3 weeks that seemed like an eternity. The sun didnt shine so bright anymore, the world around the Aoiya seemed just to be endlessly cloudy, life didnt seem so fun anymore, there would be no more bright smiles, no more blazing tempers, no kunai throwing , all that was gone and there was no turning back.
Kaoru was starting to worry about Yahiko, ever since Misao died all the boy the did was mope around the dojo. Sano tried to act like it didnt bother him but deep inside he was full of grief . Over the years Yahiko had develop as friendship between himself and Misao untill they were the best of friends and he had even secretly had alittle crush on her although no one could beat it out of him.
Whenever they visted or she came to the dojo the two were unseperable,always joking and play fighting , training for hours and taking long walks together. Okina had been nice enoug to give him the long braid which was the only thing the bandits left, for hours he'd clutch it in his grasp and just cry not caring who saw. As much as she tried Kaoru could not pull Yahiko back to his normal self she sighed and slumped down on the futon next to Kenshin.
" You have to give him time Kaoru and let him heal," replied Kenshin.
"I know its just that... I hate to see him like this , poor Misao it shouldnt of ended like this."
" Okina wants us to come back to Kyoto, he says that Aoshi is no longer himself , he's going on a massacre to find Misao's killers and then palns to take his own life after the deed is finally done."
Kaoru closed her eyes " He's really taking this hard Kenshin he must be torn up inside just like Yahiko , I dont know maybe he di love Misao and now he's grieving because he never got a chance to confess his feelings."
" Perhaps your'e right Kaoru and perhaps we'll learn the truth someday, for now you should get some rest we ahve along journey ahead of us."
After weeks and weeks of torture and no salvation Misao finally snapped. Her mind played over and over the same thing Aoshi where are you? Why havent come? Was Kanryuu right was Aoshi really a coward? She closed her fists till blood ran steadily down her palms and screamed till her lungs ran out of air. Kanryuu sat back and laughed at his work in only 3 short weeks he had managed to turn the ever loyal Makimachi agianst the man who she trusted with her life. Soon he would have her trained, then ultimatley send her off to complete the task that he failed in, kill Aoshi Shinomori.
After weeks of bondage Misao was allowed to stand on her own two feet while Kanryuu circled around her looking quite pleased with the work of his hired hand. She had a look in her eyes so fierce that even the legendary Battousai would cower in fear.
" So now do you believe me?"
Misao nodded still cliching her fists tightly. " For his cowardness I will personally spill the blood of Aoshi Shinomori and take revenge for the fallen Oniwabanshuu."
" Good, Good but you must endure training Aoshi is a formidable advisary he wont be easy to defeat."
" I understand, justice will be served I swear it."
Author Notes: Like I hope so next chapter will probably be longer anyways review if you like dont flame me too hard. Think Misao will kill Aoshi? What will happen in their first confrontation mwhaaaa read to find out!!!!!!
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.07.2004 | Updated On: 03.08.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 426 | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
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Jay-Z]you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders offis pimps too, go and brush your shoulders offis crazy baby, don't forget that boy told youthat, dirt off your shoulder
One]probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the forceto hustle some things, that go with the Porscheno remorse, feelin like my hand was forcedfinger to the Lord, nigga grip I'm a bossthe ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaminthe ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leaninthe rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makinall the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make itfrom the bottom the bottom, to the top of the potsLondon, Japan and I'm straight off the blocka running back, get it man, I'm straight off the blockcan run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc
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