Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Evil Within ❯ Harbinger of the Maelstrom ( Prologue )
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The Evil
WithinPrologue - Harbringer of the
Maelstrom
Shinomori Aoshi heaved a deep sigh as he wiped
away the thin line of blood from his mouth.
I have to get them buried. I have to give them the
respects that they deserve. I have to put them at
peace…he thought wildly, clawing at the ground with his
fingers. This will take me forever. I'll
never be able to dig their graves, he realized, finally
letting his hands fall limply at his sides. He glanced at
the four dead bodies of his comrades, fueling his resolution to out them
at rest. He resumed his digging. Hannya…Beshimi…Hyotoko…Shikijou…gomen nasai…I lied
to you all…I failed you all…it's my fault you're all
dead…he lifted his fingers off the soil and rubbed the
dried blood from his badly wounded legs.
I have to find a way to this
faster. Grabbing one of his kodachis, he began to dig at
the ground with the hilt. He hadn't known how long he had
knelt there, scraping off the ground, but by the time he was able to bury
them all properly, the sun was completely gone, and the silvery crescent
moon, the twinkling stars, and the endless indigo sky had taken its
place. Its blue is the same shade as
Misao's eyes, he found himself thinking idly as
he leaned back against a tree, sitting down on its thick strong
roots. I'm surprised I even remember how
she looks. I haven't seen her for so many years…he thought
wryly, I haven't even thought of her for so long. I
wonder how she is now. She'd be around sixteen by now. She'd be a
full-grown woman. I would love to see her again. So would Hannya and the
others. His fist clenched involuntarily at the thought of
his dead comrades. How would she react if
she discovers that they're all dead? He found himself
wondering. Don't dwell on it. It's not like
you'd ever see her again. He thought, watching listlessly as
scarlet liquid slowly trickled out of his left leg. For a
while, he sat there, thinking about the events that had passed. Working
under a man with no honor, Takeda. Losing his friends. His encounter with
Himura Battousai. I still can't believe I
lost to Battousai. He thought angrily, his hand
gripping the blade of his kodachi. All this happened because
of him. I have to find him again, and kill him. I will get revenge. I
will be called the
strongest. His hand tightened around his
kodachi further, eliciting more blood, but he took no heed of
this. Whatever it takes, I will kill the
hitokiri Battousai. "Whatever it
takes?" a voice asked suddenly. Aoshi's light blue eyes
narrowed as he looked up. On instinct, he extended his arm and pointed the
tip of his kodachi at the man's neck. "Who are you?" he
asked suspiciously, studiously keeping his arm absolutely steady, keeping
the sword's end a dangerous inch away from piercing the man's
throat. To his surprise the man's golden eyes gleamed with
slight amusement. "Do you really think you can actually
challenge the hitokiri Battousai and emerge the winner?" he asked, a
mocking chuckle escaping his lips. How does he
know about what I was thinking? He wondered, but the
rage that surged through him forced his thoughts out.His fingers
wrapped around the hilt even tighter. "You can barely even
stand up as it is." He continued, looking down on him coldly. "Why, even
with your sword barely an inch away from me, you wouldn't even be able to
kill me, or even scratch me." That did it. The man's final
words were what caused all remnants of his self-control to disappear. With
a savage growl, he thrust his sword forward. And cut
through nothing. Aoshi's eyes narrowed into apprehensive
thin slits as he looked around in shock. "I told you you
wouldn't be able to do anything to me." His eyes snapped
to his left, where the mysterious man was leaning back n the tree beside
him, his face tilted up, allowing the moon's pale light to wash over
him. "Now drop your sword. It's useless at the moment."
His cat-like eyes glittered with the same amusement, grating on Aoshi's
nerves further. "Who are you?" Aoshi repeated, obligingly
allowing his kodachi to clatter to the ground. "That
depends. Are you really willing to do anything to kill
Battousai?" Aoshi once again notice his reference to
Battousai, though he was sure he hadn't said anything out loud. "How do
you know about him?" "Answer me first and I will tell
you." Aoshi's lips tightened into a threatening snarl.
"Hai. I will do anything to kill him…to get my revenge, to be named the
strongest." A smile tugged at the corners of the man's
mouth. "Good." "Now. Who. Are. You." The
man's deep golden eyes flashed a brief crimson before he
spoke. "I am the one who can help you."
Aoshi's eyebrow lifted in disbelieving contempt. "I'm what
you would call a soul reaper. I take your soul in exchange for all the
power you can possibly get from me." Aoshi's calm cerulean
eyes locked with his eyes as he contemplated the man's answer to his
question on who he was.*~Owari~*Author's Notes: An insane
fic. I'm going to change the title and maybe the "soul reaper" thing.
Thanks!Disclaimer: Same as all the others. RK not mine. RK Nobuhiro
Watsuki's
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