Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Tears Of Blood ❯ Adopted ( Prologue )

Extreme swearing and adult scenes may be in this fanfic. Also Japanese terms will be used. This is during the time of the OAVs, please don't flame me for inaccurate facts. I did not owns Rurouni Kenshin, so don't sue me. This is just a fanfic for everyone to enjoy

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It was in May 19th, 1849. In the city of Edo, Japan it was snowing lightly as it gradually turns into a blizzard. Time was difficult for everyone, as they were going through the Meiji Revolution. A child was born on that very evening in the Makimachi household.

The newborn was small. His skin was young and soft. His hair was ink black, with a slight shade of blue. He has the hitokiri's ice-cold eyes. His mother gently tucked him under her arms, and removed one side of her cloth, exposing her right breasts and lets her son gently suck on her nipple, for the rich quality milk. The baby gently fell asleep when he was full, the mother covered her private part before someone come in.


"He have the eyes of the hitokiri, it is best to slay him" softly sigh a man, standing behind the child's mother as he bend over to see the child's face.
"Soujirou will be peaceful, like the rest of us. I will assure you that he won't be part of the massacre group." Argued his mother, while stroking the child's soft hair.
Forever had passed, after an hour of not speaking to each other, the father finally spoke.

"Goddamnit, If the baka didn't rebel against the Shogun, then everything will be perfect" he grumbled.
"I am sure they have a reason" his wife replied.
"Thanks to those baka thousands of people didn't have a chance to enjoy life. Why can't they learn to accept the way things are?"
"At least the wolves of the Mibu are protecting us"
"True…"

The father sat down, at a Japanese table, which of course they owned. He wrapped his hands around a bowl of sake and slowly slips it. It was extremely bitter, and sour. He gently sighed.

When the sake is sour, something is wrong with the person. When the sake is bitter, it means something bad going to happens.

"Is there something wrong?" the mother asked.
"Yes, the sake is bitter tonight"
"I wonder what wrong…"
"Whatever it was, bad misfortune will cross our path..."

The mother wrapped the newborn in a fuchsia silk cloth as the child snuggled closer to his mother. However, little they know, their death is about to come.

Hidden within the shadow, the Shinsen Gumi was exacted by the shogun to slaughter all those, who are members that are part of the Ishin group. Much blood was lost, as the Mibu storm the street, not caring who was the innocent, killing everyone there. The blood discoloration the sparking white snow. Here and there, the houses were raided, and set on fire. Some of the members sliced the people in half, from the top downwards. Others stroked through the bodies of the people, with a single sword-strike. Who knows what happened, it was the bloodiest bloodbath from Hell itself. It was a terrible night that is. Dead bodies, everywhere and the wolves pass through them easily. Their swords was frosted and stained in iced-dark-red blood. None of the Ishin's assassins or samurais showed up. The Shinsen Gumi annihilated the people of the neighbourhood as they enjoyed the feast, set on the table by the Shogun.

"Cowards" thought the Gumi's leader.

The light dimmed slowly as blood-curling screams could be heard.
The shadows overcast the sliding paper-door. A silhouette of a katana could be seen.

"Shit, the Shinsen Gumi is here" The father ran for the door, fleeing their home.
"Demo, I thought they want nothing from us?" asked Soujirou's mother.
"Right, demo they are pretty damn pissed about something"

Before he could even escape, the katana struck a blow in his skull. Gallons of blood spattered on the floor. He stood, for a whole minute before his body crashed into the floor, shattering his white bones causing them to fly out of his flesh along with his red, warm muscles. His vital liquids stain his sky blue gi, and onto the wooden floor. It wasn't long before the other members of the family were assassinated. Soujirou's mother begged the Gumi not to kill them, for that they were not part of the Ishin. "Demo… demo…" the mother whimpered before the cold steel eat away her flesh with god-like speed, slicing her in half through the stomach. Still alive, the mother with all her might as dragged her half-body across the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind, to Soujirou and reached out for him. Her hand motion stopped in mid-air as the Gumi planted the kanata in her spine, then twisted it. The moist, warm hemoglobin-filled liquid of the father and mother, dripped between the cracks of the floor, onto their extended family's heads. The Gumi burst in from all the walls and floor, both beside and above them. It was true, the slain mother and the father had nothing to do with the Ishin, but their brothers and sisters did. It wasn't long before they were killed with one impact of their swords. The only one left standing, was Soujirou's uncle, who already had a sword. The Second Division captain rushed into the scene, as the expert Ishin swordsman did the same. The swords clashed against each other, steel against steel. Expert samurais of the different school battling each other. They struggled with every bit of energy they could muster. They were equal in skills, before the Second Division decided to quit toying with the old fool. He strike once, through the heart, strike the second time, through the masterbrain and the third strike, spilt the man in half, tons of blood everywhere and some spattered among the paper-walls. One part of the body fell to one side, and other fell to the other side. The Second Division captain panted, as his last techinque took a lot of energy. He lined the sword between his eyes, and ran his tongue along the blade, tasting the moist blood.

All that was left, was Soujirou, crying himself to sleep in his mother's blood pool. His father's plasma began to flow from his blood, and stain the gentle silk cloth Soujirou was wrapped in. It was an insult to be killed like dogs or slave, in the Japanese society. One of the Shinsen Gumi's members withdrawn his kanata from the scabbard and within one sword stroke, all the candles was put out, and the pieces slided slowly off the bases of the candles.

The leader of the Shinsen Gumi raised his sword and lanced it at the baby, but the captain of the Second Division stopped him in his path, by using his own sword. Both of the swords shattered like glass upon impact. The leader, gave a soft growl, disappointed in one of his captains.

"This baby, has the eyes of a hitokiri… he could be useful for us" said the captain of the Second Division.
"He also has the eyes of a traitor too" said the captain's master.
"I will promise you that he will grow up to be a fine assassin and will not be a traitor to us"
"NO BAKA, QUIT DEFYING ME!"
"Oro, I am not, I am just pointing out the fact that he will be the Gumi"
"Fine, the child is in your responsibility. If he become a traitor, your head will rolls"
"Understood. Arigatou Master, "
"Sayonara" the leader scoffed.
"Sayonara to you too" politely replied the Second Division.

The captain's green gi flapped in the howling wind as he put up the child and started walking off towards home, in Kyoto.

Without knowing his adopted son's name as he softly said
"Your name will be Okubo" smiled the Second Division with both of his eyes shut closed and they headed out into the freezing blizzard, upon the forbidden snow into the mountains.