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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He Deserves Better
by Chiruken
How could
they do this to him? What did he ever
do to deserve such treatment?
They
tormented him…never once thinking of the terrible memories he had to
endure…torment of guilt.
He
sacrificed everything for them…his happiness, his youth, his innocence…his
sanity. And does he receive thanks? No.
He received bitterness and accusations…fear and anger. He doesn’t deserve to be treated as a pariah
of society! Everything he did was for
the people who now spit upon his memory…whispering behind hands and tittering
nervously when eyes fall upon them, reminding them to whom they owed their
freedom to stand about idly gossiping and casting about harmful rumors.
And
how does he greet these vast displays of ungratefulness? With anger?
With sadness? Bitterness or
disgust? No. He smiles. He just stands
there and smiles and gives more and more of himself until there isn’t anything
left to give and still he continues to smile all the while they suck the life
out of him like the disgusting leeches that they are.
No
one stops to think of the sacrifices that he’s made. No one knows what he endures day in and day out…every time he
closes his eyes at night and sees the never ending flow of blood and
corpses…corpses he created to give the people their peace and happiness.
How
much pain can one endure before they bow under it, their spirit broken, their
soul cast into the pit of despair? How
long can one hide the torment and grief behind the mask of cheerfulness and
smile all the while the people throw insults?
How does he do it?
He is far stronger
than I could ever be.
Where is
the respect he so deserves? The thanks
for all that he’s done? Where are the
adoring crowds set out to greet their only great hero, the man who freed them
at the cost of his own freedom? How
dare they spit upon his memory!
He gave
everything and he receives nothing in return.
He asks for nothing but to live the remainder of his life in peace…and
yet he isn’t even granted that measure of respect.
No. He is challenged, never knowing when or
where or whom will stop him to claim his title of the strongest. He doesn’t dare to relax his guard for fear
that these challengers will use those he is close to against him…and that is
why he remains aloof from all who would call him friend. He doesn’t dare to show his affections…his
love will become a weapon to be used against him.
His enemy
isn’t just the cowardly men who desire to end his life for the sake of a measly
title. No. Even the government he helped to place in power would still use
him if they could. They invade his
peaceful existence, send men like myself in to push him to the edge of madness
again…and for what? Simply because they
can’t do for themselves. They rely upon
him to pull them out of the mistakes they made so many years ago…never once
thinking of him and the terrible pain they put him through every time they call
upon him and ask him to use his skills to once again save their sorry asses.
But does he
tell them to go to hell? No. Again and again, time after time, he
continuously places his own peace of mind and happiness below their needs. He leaves endures the pain of the recurring
nightmares and rises up to protect the men who thrust him back into his own
personal hell. He never condemns them
for their weakness. He smiles and
fights, all the while his sanity slips another notch. They won’t be content until they have driven him to madness…then
where will they be?
It will
then be up to me to put him out of his misery.
My last act
of respect for a warrior of his caliber.
He deserves
better.
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Author’s Notes:
1.This actually came to my while I was playing solitaire…I was
thinking of how Saito, who once respected the man once known as Battousai,
would view Kenshin as the wanderer. I
believe that deep down Saito actually does respect Kenshin…maybe not like him,
but definitely respect him. And with
his sense of honor, how would he feel about the way he sees Kenshin being
treated?