Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Way of the Warrior ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

The Way of Warrior
by Fat Cat Buyo
A Christmas fanfic for SmaugRyu
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The battlefield was already stained with the blood of at least a thousand men. Samurai and gunman mingled together, fighting.

The young girl was afraid. She had always been confident in her training with the sword, and confident enough to disguise herself as a boy to join the war, but as soon as the battle had started, she was reduced to fears. The girl was only fourteen years old, having recently turned that age.

And right now, she was doubting every discision that she had ever made, except for learning how to use the sword. A man with a gun approached her and pulled a revolutionary sword out, smirking. The girl, gathering up what little courage she had at the moment, charged him and slashed the sword through his stomach. He fell forward onto his knees as blood dripped from his mouth. Satisfied, she dashed away. With every man she killed that day, her confidence and courage boosted. She felt as if she could take on any man that the other army had to offer. One side was for peace, one for continuous war. What side was she on, she asked herself constantly.

She shook her head and heard a shot nearby. Everything next seemed to happen in slow motion. A man with unnaturally red hair took his sword and stopped the bullet headed toward the girl in one, swift move. The man stared, wide-eyed and didn’t have a chance to run, because the man killed him. The girl instantly knew who the redhead was because of the move he had used.

“Hitokiri Battousai...” She whispered, under her breath. He wind blew the man’s hair every which way, and he looked only four years older than her. She blinked and bowed slightly, grateful for him saving her life, but full of too much pride to do anything other than bow.

“Are you alright?” He asked, in a cold, harsh tone.

“Yes.” Was her simple reply. Yet, her voice gave her away.

“Of course, all girls need saving.” This angered her greatly. The Battousai turned around and charged back into battle, leaving her seething with rage.

‘I’ll get back at you Battousai...’ She seethed.

-----Many Years Later-----

A young-looking girl dressed in a kimono walked through the streets. She wore a bamboo hat that shaded her face and her kimono was a rich red with lotus flowers scattered randomly. Her lips were full and red, to match the colour of her eyes. Stuck in her obi, were two Japanese katanas. She peered through her hat and looked around. An obese, most likely drunk, man walked up to her. It was night after all.

“Hello miss. Isn’t it a bit late to wear a hat?” He grinned, slurring his words together. He grabbed onto her arm and pulled her towards him. She screamed, rather fakely, and fell to her knees.

Himura Kenshin, heard a scream and instantly rushed to the scene, taking his reverse blade sword with him. There, he found a young girl and a drunk man.

Knocking the man unconscious, he helped the girl up, “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” Was her simple reply. Kenshin looked at the girl, a slight feeling of deja vu overcoming him.

“Of course, all girls need saving.” She sneered, “Battousai.” It hit him. It hit Kenshin right smack in the face.

“You...” He whispered.

“Glad to see you remember. It’s too late for apologies.” She whispered, drawing her swords.

----Owari----

Does he die? Well, that’s up to your imaginations. Whichever makes you feel better.

NO PAIRING FOR THIS STORY THIS IS NOT A KENSHINxOC! GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEADS! x.x

Oh and Merry Christmas

Love Buyo