Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni Kenshin &
Samurai X Original Japanese Version © N.Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual
Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment
All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me)
were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for
publication or sale.
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by Chiruken
Kankin
Shinigami’s island became Kenshin’s
home, haven, sanctuary and prison. He
was both an honored guest and an unwilling prisoner of the enigmatic
demon. The boundaries were clearly
defined by the blue-green depths surrounding the lush paradise with its
tropical fruits and flowers, brightly coloured birds and crystal clear streams
of fresh water. With no boat, ship or
raft, Kenshin was effectively stranded on the island. He now lived in luxury, his every whim catered to almost before
he gave thought to it. His needs were
seen to with surprising attention to even the smallest detail.
But he was still a prisoner.
Kenshin closed his eyes and leaned back
against the tall tree, breath escaping him on a soft sigh. What troubles you, itoshigo?
“Stop
calling me that, Shinigami.” Kenshin
replied mildly, knowing that his protests were useless. The being wouldn’t listen no matter how
often or how loud he argued against it.
Despite his anger and dislike of the endearment and the subsequent
protests he voiced, Shinigami would continue insisting on using it.
So stubborn… The voice was soft,
gentle…caressing even. Soft tendrils of
air flowed outwards, tenderly brushing red strands of hair back, trailing
finger-like touches down across the rurouni’s face before he jerked away.
“Stop that!” He glared in the general direction he assumed the demon to be, soft violet eyes becoming infused with angry amber. “You have no right, Shinigami. No right at all.” With an angry hiss the creature pulled away, fallen leaves littering the ground swirling in the miniature tempest. Kenshin stood, hands closed into fists at his sides as he glared at the center of the swirling mass of leaves, twigs and sand where golden eyes so much like his own glared right back at him. “You stole everything from me!” He advanced slowly, more amber creeping into his eyes as his anger grew, finally having an outlet to vent upon. “Everything I’ve done for the past twelve years has become meaningless! I sacrificed everything!” He punctuated his words with a downward chopping motion of his hand. He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep, calming breath, and when he continued his tone was closer to its normal mild range, though still somewhat strained. “And now you tell me it was for nothing.” Slowly he opened his eyes, amber ringed violet full of frustrated resentment liberally interspersed with sorrow. “I can’t accept that, Shinigami…not even if you are my mother.” He whispered softly before turning back towards the tree he’d been sitting under.
A
low growl emerged from the demon’s direction, alerting the former hitokiri to
the being’s growing rage. No
right? You dare to say that to me, you
ingrate! After all that I’ve done for
you…
“Done for me?” Kenshin whirled and stared at the swirling mass in disbelief. “What have you done for me, Shinigami? What have you done beyond…”
Shinigami
advanced on the rurouni, whirlwind towering above him. I gave you your heart’s desire! I allowed you to spend your days with your
mortal family rather than demanding payment immediately for my generous
act. I risked the wrath if Kisei and
robbed him of your mortal wife’s death by promising him yours! I have risked everything for you!
Kenshin blinked and stared into the blazing amber eyes glaring down on him and swallowed. “I…” He drew in a shuddering breath and wiped his palms against his hakama. “I never asked you…”
Would
your son ask you to protect him? Would
you wait for Kenji to do so? Or would
you simply act? The voice was
infinitely sad, the strong tones softening with sorrow. Currents of air reached out and brushed
against Kenshin’s face. Your heart
cried out and I answered. I couldn’t
stand by and watch you suffer…your heart and soul broken by grief for the loss
of your mortal wife.
Kenshin shook his head and stepped back, stopping when his back hit the tree towering high above them, sunlight diffusing through the leaves, casting green and yellow speckled shadows on the white sand at his feet. “Shinigami…” He whispered softly, sensing a conflicting swirl of emotion behind the words. He trembled, expression revealing his uncertainty, before he slowly reached out, his fingers coming into contact with the almost solid air currents before him. He let his hand fall back to his side. “I am thankful for what you did for Kaoru…” He bowed his head and let out a soft sigh. ‘You’re right, that you are. I am being ungrateful, that I am.” Slowly he looked up again. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re keeping me here against my will. Regardless of all that you’ve done for me in the past…it’s still wrong, that it is.”
And together we cheated Kisei of his prize…and that is wrong as well. The swirling debris began to slowly solidify, showing a small transparent form obvious in its femininity. He will not be cheated again, Kenshin.
Kenshin watched in curiosity as Shinigami’s petite form advanced on him and he finally caught his first sight of the demon in its corporeal form. His eyes widened in shock. “Oro?” The sound emerged on a wavering exhalation as he stared at the small figure standing before him.
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Definitions:
Mamorigami: Guardian (Deity)
Kankin: captivity