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
Chapter 1
Fukashigi
“Ken-san…” Himura Kenshin looked up quickly, violet eyes anxious, and stood to face the grim faced doctor slowly approaching him, steps hesitant on the smoothly polished boards of the engawa.
“M-Megumi-dono…”
He whispered, fear taking root within his chest, making it difficult to breath.
“Kaoru-chan
has given you a son.” Takani Megumi
whispered, tears filling her dark eyes as she reached up one handed and pulled
the tie from her long dark hair, a small, blanket wrapped bundle cradled
protectively in her other arm against her side.
Kenshin
looked passed her towards the room he shared with his wife, face paling as his
mind finally registered that there was no sound emerging from that
direction. “Megumi-dono…” He turned his
gaze back to the woman he called friend and physician, expression pleading. “Kaoru…is Kaoru all right?”
Megumi
averted her gaze, tears slowly trickling down her cheeks. “I-I’m sorry…there’s nothing more that I can
do.”
Shaking
his head in denial, Kenshin rushed passed her towards the closed shouji,
pausing for a moment before sliding it open silently and entering. His keen hearing detected the soft sounds of
the wind outside the doujou blowing through the trees…but nothing more. Falling to his knees beside the futon where
his wife lay motionless, he reached out a trembling hand and touched his
trembling fingertips to her smooth cheek, feeling the unnatural chill in her
skin. “K-Kaoru?” He whispered, tears filling his eyes when he
received no response. “Koishii?” Voice betraying his growing desperation, he
leaned closer, listening intently for the sound of her beloved voice reassuring
him and banishing the terrors of the night.
Nothing. Not a sound, not a
breath to indicate life. Shaking his
head sharply, Kenshin pulled away and sat down hard. “No.” The denial emerged
on a hoarse whisper. “No…not Kaoru…not
my koishii…” Guilt tore through him. He
caused this. It was his fault. He knew she was much too slender to bear a
child, yet he’d been unable to deny her what she so fervently wished for. Raising shaking hands to cover his face he
wept bitterly, knowing that he’d been responsible for the death of his second
wife, the sweetly innocent young woman who’d accepted him despite his clouded
past…Kaoru.
Why
do you weep? Slowly Kenshin lowered
his hands and raised his head. You
are not injured. There is no reason to
shed tears. Turning his head to
survey the room he could see no one else in the dimly lit room, yet he could
sense a presence in the shadows. What
are you looking for, Battousai? A
low chuckle accompanied the echoing words sending chills down Kenshin’s spine.
“Who
are you?” Kenshin scowled, reaching
automatically for his sakabatou. “What
do you want?”
Your
plea has been heard. I am here to grant
you your hearts desire. Was the
cryptic disembodied reply.
Biting
his lip uncertainly, the former hitokiri suspected that the death of his wife
while bearing his child had finally pushed him over the edge into the pit of
madness he’d been fighting since the revolution that had altered his fate so
many years before. “Who are you?” He repeated, soft voice wavering in the
darkness as he pushed himself to a low crouch, alert for any hostile moves on
the unknown intruders part.
My
name is of no importance. Tell me,
Himura Kenshin, what is it that you most desire?
Detecting
a hint of mockery in the disembodied voice, Kenshin cleared his throat, fingers
tightening around the hilt of his sakabatou.
Eyes moving to the lifeless mound resting atop the futon beneath the
light sheet illuminated by the soft glow of the full moon, a soft sigh emerged
from his parted lips. “Kaoru…” He
breathed the name of his beloved wife, his friend and companion. Turning his gaze upwards and slowly closing
his eyes he whispered to the unknown entity the answer to its question. “I want my Kaoru back.”
Laughter
filled the room, echoing eerily off the walls of the doujou. Done. Payment will be exacted over the next fifteen years as I see
fit, Himura Kenshin. This contract will
be finalized on this date fifteen years from this night. Farewell, Himura Battousai. Enjoy the time you have remaining with your
mortal wife.
A
soft, gasping breath echoed in the ensuing silence of the room, drawing his
attention back to the futon.
“K-Ken…shin…” The wavering voice pierced the gloom that had descended
upon the doujou, thawing the ice that had formed around Kenshin’s heart.
Daring
to hope, praying that it wasn’t just his weary mind conjuring what he so
fervently wished to be, he rushed to her side, stumbling in his haste Kenshin
fell to his knees and stared down into her beautiful sapphire blue eyes, his
own filling with tears of gratitude that spilled down his cheeks to splash
against hers. “Kaoru?” He whispered, almost afraid to believe what
his senses told him. “Kaoru!” His joyous shout echoed throughout the
doujou as he pulled her into his arms and wept into her shoulder, rocking her
gently back and forth. Silently he gave
thanks to the being that had granted this miracle to his heartfelt wish.
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Definitions:
Mamorigami: Guardian
(Deity)
Fukashigi: Miracle
Author’s Notes:
I’m currently experiencing a severe case of Writer’s Block. My Plot Bunnies when on vacation and didn’t
leave a forwarding address for me to contact them in case of trouble. **sigh**
So here I sit at a complete loss as to how to continue my other
ficcies. So…I decided to write
something completely unrelated to everything else that I’m working on at the
moment. I have no idea where this is
going…if anywhere. I’m trying to get
out of my slump and I feel that if I write something I may actually get
over this Writer’s Block. Wish me luck?