Subject: [kffdisc] More than Mortal - Chapter 1 Date: Sun, 28 Mar 1999 01:21:22 +0800 From: "Johnny Chu" Reply-To: kffdisc@onelist.com To: From: "Johnny Chu" This story is as of yet unfinished. I just wanted to send in the draft version first before I unleash the rest of the rest of the chapters(That's why Chp 1 is so short, I still haven't typed out the rest *gaack!*). I still have no idea what's going on in my head either. C & Cs PLEASE!! Jien "Romeo. Oh Romeo, Where art thou Romeo?" "Down here you #$%#$!!" himurabattousai@hotmail.com Thinker's Block http://members.spree.com/sci-fi/jienc/ Skinless-An Anime Skins Archive. http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Shrine/5787 ******************************************************************** Disclaimer: The characters of Rurouni Kenshin are copyright of Nobuhiro Watsuki, Shueisha, Sony Entertainment, etc. I don't own them but I wished I did. *whips out calculator* Ummm. Royalties! Usual inspiration of extreme pain, dank, dark rooms and excess cappucino. I guess this may qualify as a DARKfic(if I ever find the right definiion), but this MAY be a SADfic. If a darkfic contains a greater-than-PG rating in blood and violence then maybe this will be a darkfic. I usually don't think of myself as an author. If I called myself an author, that would imply that I come up with my own ideas. But most of the time, I can't shake the suspicion that the characters think the stories up. Then they show up on my doorstep--probably because the people on the list who can actually write are already booked solid--and wait for me to do something intelligent with them. So I feel kind of bad when a story misfires; I feel like I've let the character down. All words between ** are italics. Thoughts are between ::. ::like this:: ******************************************************************** MORE THAN MORTAL Chapter 1 - Snow White, Blood Red. The world crept forward. Darkness and light inched through the ages and in the blink of a yellow eye collided together. The world coalesed and reformed in the next instant. The raven stretched its wings. The world waited, spinning on a strand of gossamer web. Time began again. ::Darkness dwells in...:: ******************************** The scream choked and stifled itself in his throat. Fear bubbled forth and with it came the rancid acid taste of bile rising in his throat. The hand reaching out to him... Why now? *Her hand* It had touched his cheek before...::A very long time ago...She had said...:: Cold swept its way in, chilling his bones. The odour of flowers assailed his nostrils and his head swam. The taint of blood crept everywhere. In the fresh pure snow. Blending with the crisp clear tones of white. White snow. White kimono. Bloodied skin. Its bitter tangy smell mingled with the scent of plum blossoms. In clear contrast to the scene around him, blood was the only thing that should _not_ have been there. And the clear memory of a descending arc of steel flashing gray and silver. "Don't cry...It's better this way." His own hand reached up uneasily, as though weighed down by guilt, to his cheek. He touched the scar faintly then his hand dropped limply to his sides. Blood seeped from his scarred face. Red blood, white snow, raven hair, an ivory waxen face devoid of colour, everything blended, merging together into a black hole that deprived him of light, of air, of life. Old debts would be repaid. They never stop accumalating and they'll hound you forever, burrowing their way into the darkness until you think you are safe. Then retribution... It had been so long. He was so tired of waiting in the dark. And unnoticed, the scent of plum blossoms wafted away with the cold night breezes. ******************************** Dust motes caroused in the strip of weak morning light that divided the room in half. Outside, maple leaves turned red and danced to the same path. Decaying yet still alive against the harshness of life. A golden leaf drifted past the window. Totally seperated yet following the same tune. Its shadow crossed the stingy slivers of light banding the floor. The inverse of reality. Kenshin laid the brush down beside the paper and inkwell and paused to push a lock of hair from his face. It was going to be harder than he thought. At some point in the middle of the night he had convince himself that the words would flow quickly from his pen now that the time had come. He should have left. Before his past had managed to trap him again in its web of hatred and lies. To follow him into the future. To haunt him and destroy anew. The pen flowed, thoughts unravelling themselves on to paper continuing as a thin shiny black ribbon of ink. There was no need for fancy words or high blown sentiment. He wrote only what truth the high walls he had crafted by himself allowed. As an explanation, an apology and a farewell. He folded the letter and laid it on the futon where she would see it. Yet even though he knew he should not, his feet led him unerringly to the room of that beautiful girl-child he loved. No, love was not a sentiment he could ever hope to admit to again. It was too late for that. He slid the door open to a splinter of sight. The room had an eerie quality about it. Only life could have banished it. Stark whiteness of light and darkness of shadow played across an unmade bed. An empty bed. Its only inhabitant was a pool of dried blood. He nearly laughed. He had planned to avoid the involvement of those of this new era, yet fate had anticipatd his act and jumped forward to snatch what he eagerly reached for out of his grasp again. Were memories turning into reality once more? He walked forward, his face wrought in an iron mask, the tide of emotions held in check by the barrier he had carefully constructed...If he ever let go again... There was no challenge letter this time, no assassin waiting calmly for him in the shadows. A cry of pure animalistic rage and sorrow flooded the corridor. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ New hobbies? New curiosities? New enthusiasms? http://www.onelist.com Sign up for a new email list today