Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Undying Hatred ❯ Bittersweet Revenge ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kenshin the hitokiri 
Akinori puts his cruel plan into action. Perhaps he'll end up going a little bit overboard...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Samurai / Hentai | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 01.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 248 | Status: Completed
Akinori puts his cruel plan into action. Perhaps he'll end up going a little bit overboard...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Samurai / Hentai | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 01.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 248 | Status: Completed
((I'm very sorry I havn't updated in such a long time. @_@x oro? I've been so busy, with highschool and finals and the ye-old social life. Heh... Okay, I'm updating now. I promise, I'll try my best to update more often. And quicker. I'm like J.K. Rouling or something. Has anyone else noticed how friggen LONG it takes her to write those books? This next one better be really really freaking long or I'm gonna sue. Okay I'll stop rambling now, and update.))
It was a week since Akinori had found the Battousai. Since then, he had been finding different routes through the forest to get to the dojo. He had been thinking up ways to make Battousai hurt as badly as he had been hurting for all these years. How to make him suffer, how to make him really scream...
And he had been spying. He figured out that this Ms. Kaoru was where all of Battousai's affenctions were going. This woman was what his life revolved around. He would do chores for her and take orders from her. He had changed since the last time the two of them had met, but Akinori knew that evil was still there. He could see it in his eyes. It was there, like a tiny scratch in a newly carved dimond, itching to spread and shatter the shining, glittering exterior called 'Kenshin Himura.'
The freezing rain came down in heavy, drenching sheets, hammering down on the flat roof of the Kamiya Dojo. Kaoru shivered genty, laying awake on her futon, staring up at the ceiling. It was no where near time to go to bed, but all of the chores had been finished so early. Kenshin was being particularly helpful today. She sighed and rolled over, looking at her doorway. Light was streaming through a small crack from the lit candles outside in the hall. She could hear Kenshin and Yahiko distantly talking amongst themselves, nearly drowned out by the constant drumming of the rain on the roof outside. It was such a miserable day... The sun hadn't come out once yet, drowned in the black, wet clouds that plagued the sky. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly, her breath hanging in the air as steam for a while in the chilling air. Her lower lip quivered and a tear streamed down her face. It was so quiet... So lonely... The chilling silence seemed so much louder than the noise she had grown accustomed to. She missed it, even after only a single day. She missed it so badly. Slowly but surely, Yahiko's and Kenshin's voices faded away as they retired to their own bedrooms. Their voices gone. Not a sound was heard in the dojo, not a soft footstep nor a gentle voice. Nothing. Nothing but the cold, cruel sheets of rain and the occasional roll of distant thunder. Kaoru closed her eyes tightly, trying to swollow away the tightening pain in her throat. She truley hated days like this. It made everyone so eerily quiet. The weak glow of the candles in the hallway gradually grew dimmer as the minutes dragged on by like hours, as the night grew old and tired and cold befell the dojo. Finally, the last little glimmer of light died out, overpowered by the biting cold and falling, defeated, by the frozen dark.
She lay there in the pitch dark. She felt like the walls of her room were closing in around her. The darkness was so close, so tightly wrapped around her. She lifted an arm and reached out into it, expecting to touch a wall, but her hand fell through icey air. She sighed heavily and returned it to it's place, huddled under the blankets. She still stared toward her door; or atleast where the remembered the door to be, hoping with a very false hope that she would see a new flicker of light. A little glimmer of warm hope... None came. She closed her eyes again. The darkness didn't change. Wether her eyes were open or closed, she felt blind and trapped. The night was lasting forever... Somewhere distantly in the dojo, she heard soft footsteps. She held her breath to listen to them. They were only the gentle padding of somebody walking through the halls in socks or bare feet, but she found it comforting to know that she wasn't the only one. She wasn't alone here, stuck in the blackness. They grew clearer as whoever it was walked past her bedroom. She wasn't expecting to hear the creaking of her door opening. She froze, stopped breathing, and stared blankly in the direction of the sound. She could see the very faint silver outline of something. Some bulky blob of a thing; she wouldn't have been able to tell wether if it was a dog or a child or Kenshin even if she tried. She only knew something was there. "...Kenshin?" She asked softly, her voice a shy whisper. There were no more sounds. She suddenly flinched and gasped, feeling a cold, soft hand on her cheek. She stared wide-eyed into the blackness, in the general direction of the person. "Kenshin...?" She asked, a little more quietly again. There was a gentle murmer in return. She couldn't tell who it was. She squinted, trying desperatley to find out wether this was Kenshin. He was being very strange if it was, caressing her cheek like that... He moved down to her throat and she moved away, becoming nervous. "Kenshin, please say something..." She said, just barely above a whisper. He didn't. She heard the rustling of cloth, perhaps of his clothes, then something brushed against her lips. "Kenshin stop." She said, her voice frightened, cracking as if she were about to cry. "You're scaring me... I can't see you--" A rough, strong hand wrapped sharply around her throat, suddenly stopping her from breathing. She tried to scream, but it only came out as a soft whisper. Tears of panic were streaming down her face as a cloth was shoved into her gaping mouth and another wrapped around her head, over her mouth and nose and tied firmly at the back. She tried to scream again; another muffled breath. Her blankets were gently moved off of her, not making any noise, and her hands were forced behind her back and bound at the wrists with what felt like chains, but she couldn't hear the harsh clinking of their links. She began shivering hard, the freezing, biting air running it's cruel hands down her back and arms. Next, her anckles were bound together in the same way her wrists had been. She was starting to feel faint. Her heartbeat rang strainuously in her ears like a constant high-pitched scream. "Kenshin...!!" She mouthed, unable to even whisper it anymore. She felt her hands and feet going numb, the hand never moving from her throat. Slowly, her muscles stopped obeying her and they went limp. With one last, pleading murmer of 'Kenshin', she blacked out.
The next morning, Kenshin woke up to find Yahiko allready in the kitchen. "Where's breakfast!?!" He yelled angrily, hearing someone approaching the kitchen, then looking guiltily up at Kenshin. "Oh... Sorry." He said, blushing a bit and grinning stupidly. "I sorta thought.. You were... Heh..." He cleared his throat and looked at the clean table. "Never mind..." Kenshin smiled and rolled his eyes. "Kaoru?" He replied, finishing the ungrateful boy's sentance. "Mhmm." Yahiko said, tracing the little ripples in the wood of the table. "It's better that you make breakfast anyway. Kaoru's food stinks." The boy wrinkled his nose. "Literally." Kenshin gave a fake smile and began preparing a quick breakfast himself. "Where is Kaoru-Dono anyway?" He asked, getting a couple of wooden bowls. "I dunno." Yahiko said lazily, laying his head on the table and yawning. "Hm..." After giving Yahiko his breakfast, Kaoru still wasn't up. Curious, Kenshin went to check on her. She usually got up early to start the housework. Perhaps she didn't sleep very well. "Kaoru-dono?" He said, his voice echoing emptily through the deserted hallways. Her door was left open. That was odd. His curiosity stronger, he gently pushed the door open. "Kaoru?" There was no Kaoru. Her bedsheets were askew around her futon. That was odd too. She allways made her bed when she got up. He was starting to get frightened. He walked into the room and looked around. She certainly wasn't there. He spotted something burried in the bedsheets. A little scrap of red paper... His heart sped up as he reached shakily toward it, gently opening it and reading the short message scribbled there. "Battousai - Revenge is so sweet. If you want her back, sleep easy knowing you'll get her back. In eight seperate boxes, over a period of four months. I look forward to it. - Akinori." Akinori... The name rang in his mind, repeated over and over again like a broken record. "Akinori..." He mumbled, his eyes suddenly turning a lurid, shining gold. He shreded the paper into several tiny pieces and threw it furiously onto the ground, and he collapsed to his knees, letting out an animalistic scream into the grey chill of the morning.
It was a week since Akinori had found the Battousai. Since then, he had been finding different routes through the forest to get to the dojo. He had been thinking up ways to make Battousai hurt as badly as he had been hurting for all these years. How to make him suffer, how to make him really scream...
And he had been spying. He figured out that this Ms. Kaoru was where all of Battousai's affenctions were going. This woman was what his life revolved around. He would do chores for her and take orders from her. He had changed since the last time the two of them had met, but Akinori knew that evil was still there. He could see it in his eyes. It was there, like a tiny scratch in a newly carved dimond, itching to spread and shatter the shining, glittering exterior called 'Kenshin Himura.'
The freezing rain came down in heavy, drenching sheets, hammering down on the flat roof of the Kamiya Dojo. Kaoru shivered genty, laying awake on her futon, staring up at the ceiling. It was no where near time to go to bed, but all of the chores had been finished so early. Kenshin was being particularly helpful today. She sighed and rolled over, looking at her doorway. Light was streaming through a small crack from the lit candles outside in the hall. She could hear Kenshin and Yahiko distantly talking amongst themselves, nearly drowned out by the constant drumming of the rain on the roof outside. It was such a miserable day... The sun hadn't come out once yet, drowned in the black, wet clouds that plagued the sky. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly, her breath hanging in the air as steam for a while in the chilling air. Her lower lip quivered and a tear streamed down her face. It was so quiet... So lonely... The chilling silence seemed so much louder than the noise she had grown accustomed to. She missed it, even after only a single day. She missed it so badly. Slowly but surely, Yahiko's and Kenshin's voices faded away as they retired to their own bedrooms. Their voices gone. Not a sound was heard in the dojo, not a soft footstep nor a gentle voice. Nothing. Nothing but the cold, cruel sheets of rain and the occasional roll of distant thunder. Kaoru closed her eyes tightly, trying to swollow away the tightening pain in her throat. She truley hated days like this. It made everyone so eerily quiet. The weak glow of the candles in the hallway gradually grew dimmer as the minutes dragged on by like hours, as the night grew old and tired and cold befell the dojo. Finally, the last little glimmer of light died out, overpowered by the biting cold and falling, defeated, by the frozen dark.
She lay there in the pitch dark. She felt like the walls of her room were closing in around her. The darkness was so close, so tightly wrapped around her. She lifted an arm and reached out into it, expecting to touch a wall, but her hand fell through icey air. She sighed heavily and returned it to it's place, huddled under the blankets. She still stared toward her door; or atleast where the remembered the door to be, hoping with a very false hope that she would see a new flicker of light. A little glimmer of warm hope... None came. She closed her eyes again. The darkness didn't change. Wether her eyes were open or closed, she felt blind and trapped. The night was lasting forever... Somewhere distantly in the dojo, she heard soft footsteps. She held her breath to listen to them. They were only the gentle padding of somebody walking through the halls in socks or bare feet, but she found it comforting to know that she wasn't the only one. She wasn't alone here, stuck in the blackness. They grew clearer as whoever it was walked past her bedroom. She wasn't expecting to hear the creaking of her door opening. She froze, stopped breathing, and stared blankly in the direction of the sound. She could see the very faint silver outline of something. Some bulky blob of a thing; she wouldn't have been able to tell wether if it was a dog or a child or Kenshin even if she tried. She only knew something was there. "...Kenshin?" She asked softly, her voice a shy whisper. There were no more sounds. She suddenly flinched and gasped, feeling a cold, soft hand on her cheek. She stared wide-eyed into the blackness, in the general direction of the person. "Kenshin...?" She asked, a little more quietly again. There was a gentle murmer in return. She couldn't tell who it was. She squinted, trying desperatley to find out wether this was Kenshin. He was being very strange if it was, caressing her cheek like that... He moved down to her throat and she moved away, becoming nervous. "Kenshin, please say something..." She said, just barely above a whisper. He didn't. She heard the rustling of cloth, perhaps of his clothes, then something brushed against her lips. "Kenshin stop." She said, her voice frightened, cracking as if she were about to cry. "You're scaring me... I can't see you--" A rough, strong hand wrapped sharply around her throat, suddenly stopping her from breathing. She tried to scream, but it only came out as a soft whisper. Tears of panic were streaming down her face as a cloth was shoved into her gaping mouth and another wrapped around her head, over her mouth and nose and tied firmly at the back. She tried to scream again; another muffled breath. Her blankets were gently moved off of her, not making any noise, and her hands were forced behind her back and bound at the wrists with what felt like chains, but she couldn't hear the harsh clinking of their links. She began shivering hard, the freezing, biting air running it's cruel hands down her back and arms. Next, her anckles were bound together in the same way her wrists had been. She was starting to feel faint. Her heartbeat rang strainuously in her ears like a constant high-pitched scream. "Kenshin...!!" She mouthed, unable to even whisper it anymore. She felt her hands and feet going numb, the hand never moving from her throat. Slowly, her muscles stopped obeying her and they went limp. With one last, pleading murmer of 'Kenshin', she blacked out.
The next morning, Kenshin woke up to find Yahiko allready in the kitchen. "Where's breakfast!?!" He yelled angrily, hearing someone approaching the kitchen, then looking guiltily up at Kenshin. "Oh... Sorry." He said, blushing a bit and grinning stupidly. "I sorta thought.. You were... Heh..." He cleared his throat and looked at the clean table. "Never mind..." Kenshin smiled and rolled his eyes. "Kaoru?" He replied, finishing the ungrateful boy's sentance. "Mhmm." Yahiko said, tracing the little ripples in the wood of the table. "It's better that you make breakfast anyway. Kaoru's food stinks." The boy wrinkled his nose. "Literally." Kenshin gave a fake smile and began preparing a quick breakfast himself. "Where is Kaoru-Dono anyway?" He asked, getting a couple of wooden bowls. "I dunno." Yahiko said lazily, laying his head on the table and yawning. "Hm..." After giving Yahiko his breakfast, Kaoru still wasn't up. Curious, Kenshin went to check on her. She usually got up early to start the housework. Perhaps she didn't sleep very well. "Kaoru-dono?" He said, his voice echoing emptily through the deserted hallways. Her door was left open. That was odd. His curiosity stronger, he gently pushed the door open. "Kaoru?" There was no Kaoru. Her bedsheets were askew around her futon. That was odd too. She allways made her bed when she got up. He was starting to get frightened. He walked into the room and looked around. She certainly wasn't there. He spotted something burried in the bedsheets. A little scrap of red paper... His heart sped up as he reached shakily toward it, gently opening it and reading the short message scribbled there. "Battousai - Revenge is so sweet. If you want her back, sleep easy knowing you'll get her back. In eight seperate boxes, over a period of four months. I look forward to it. - Akinori." Akinori... The name rang in his mind, repeated over and over again like a broken record. "Akinori..." He mumbled, his eyes suddenly turning a lurid, shining gold. He shreded the paper into several tiny pieces and threw it furiously onto the ground, and he collapsed to his knees, letting out an animalistic scream into the grey chill of the morning.