Subject: [kenshinfanfics] Tattered Angel, Part V Date: Mon, 10 Aug 1998 12:52:39 -0700 From: Mihoshi Reply-To: kenshinfanfics@makelist.com To: kenshinfanfics@makelist.com Major Spoiler Alert. Got the whole Tomoe death scene translated!I think I may have screwed up translating the Tomoe scene. If I did, TELL ME! > >Kenshin- Blood Bind > > The blood swooshed around the iron walls, it's crimson waves threatening to swallow him whole. He was waddling in chest high blood. The presence was so thick, he could taste it. Kenshin nearly took a mouthful of blood as a wave crashed against his terribly cold body. The blood was now swirling around him, >trying to suck him in a whirlpool. He desperately tried to cling on to something, but the room had disappeared. The thick water was up to his neck now. He was drowning in a sea of blood. > Then a strange voice rose over him, damned him as he foundered. > 'Does the blood seem familiar, smell familiar?' > He found himself in a black room, the blood sea disappearing suddenly. He was drenched in blood, his breathing became ragged as he clawed at his throat. He sank to the cold ground, heart threatening to pop >open in a fury of veins. > That sick coppery smell of fresh blood. > > The smell he thought he had rid of. > > Now it was back, full blown in his lungs and nostrils. The pores of his skin seemed to welcome the smell, but his mind was screaming to get away. > And then they came. > A procession of ghosts. Some faces he recognised, some he didn't. But he knew they were the people he had murdered in cold blood. He backed away with wide terrified eyes, they were all around him. Finally he fell to the ground, strangled noises escaping his throat. They crowded over him, their pale fingers >grasping him, their empty eye sockets flowing with blood. Their chants rose in a ghostly quire. > > "Accursed murderer, proud and young, > Ended our lives, one by one, > Played the reaper, played with fate, > There's no return, you've tried too late." > > "YAMERO!! (STOP!!)" > > The voices were ringing in his ears, blowing his mind apart with the words. He screamed and screamed for them to stop but they only grew louder. > Kenshin now had his knees to the chest and his hands over his ears. His trembling grew to a loud shake as the song ripped him apart from the inside. He had stopped screaming but instead their was dark tears spilling over his face. > > Bloody tears. > > Spilling from his own sockets, just like the ghosts. It was enough to make anybody insane. He rolled to the ground, teeth chattering, eyes wide as bloody tears trickled down his face. > Then the song stopped and was replaced by something far worse. > > The snow showered over him like a cold rain. He was clutching his shoulder and was panting hard. An old man with long strands of white hair stood before him dressed in black. He had no irises in his eggshell white eyeballs. Strange, he had never seen the man before. Puzzled, Kenshin tried to figure out >who's eyes he was looking out from. But then he sensed it. > > The Kegai in the Yamioubu forest. > > The place of Tomoe's death. > > 'Of course you haven't seen him before, your senses were blown when you got there.' > The voice mocked him as he desperately tried to control his body. No use. He couldn't even control his own words. > 'Now you can actually see how Tomoe died.' > The voice ended with a mocking laughter that was drowned out by his own voice. To Kenshin's horror he was holding his katana with two hands. > > "I really have no way of winning. This seems true." > (But..if I aim properly) > The man infront of him grinned, his white mustache brushing against his upper lip as he spoke. > "In other words, you choose death." > Kenshin felt his eyes close. His heart speaking in bitter whispers. > (It won't be up to standards, but if I focus....everything will have to depend on this last strike.) > No. This can't be happening!! > (Sorry, Tomoe..please live in the new generation in peace.) > Stop it, please don't show anymore!! > Eyes still closed he lept forward in darkness. > "EKU ZO!!" > He was screaming now as he was plunging in to darkness. Inside he felt like he was being scarred by a thousand daggers. Out of all the memories that had to be brought back.. > Why..? > Why this one? > Now his sword was flung over his head as he prepared to slash down. And then his eyes opened, and he saw what the Kenshin before didn't see. > (This is..) > NO!!! DAMN IT STOP!!! > His sword slashed Tomoe across the back. He saw the blood that spewed out of the fresh cut. Saw her slowly falling backwards as fate clenched it's fingers a little tighter. > (That smell....) > (The scent of...white plum.) > And it was. > The smell of White Plums. > He saw the tanto fly back and slice his right cheek. A brief pain but nothing compared to the sight that had befallen him. His enemy was down but so was his loved one. > Kenshin kneeled down to pick up his bloodied wife. > > But it wasn't her. > > "KAORU-DONO!!" > He saw his own bloody tears fall on to her white kimono. Her hair smelled of sweet lilacs. > Then she spoke. A voice filled with agony. > "Kenshin..you murdered me..." > Kenshin was shaking hestirically. His mind screamed out to her, but his mouth said nothing. > And then her skin melted away followed by her flesh. Now, the only thing that remained of her was a clatter of white bleached bones. > NO!! I DIDN"T KILL HER!! > 'Yes you did, you killed your former wife and now you killed your present lover.' > I DIDN'T MEAN IT, IT WASN'T MY FAULT!! I DID NOT KILL HER!! > 'Then who did?' > > Kenshin suddenly found himself face to face with himself. > The proud young samurai before him looked at him with glowing amber eyes. His high pony tail swinging in a sudden breeze. > 'You killed them. The two girls who loved you.' > The young samurai's lips weren't moving. Kenshin stared at him in horror. > 'What the fuck were you thinking when you pretended to care? Look at the mess you made.' > "NO!!" Kenshin clutched his ears, threatening to rip them apart. "I LOVED THEM, I DIDN'T MEAN IT TO BECOME LIKE THIS!!!!" > 'Yes, you did. You knew it all along. You wanted it to happen like this.' > "NO!!! YOU'RE WRONG I...." > Suddenly Kenshin wasn't so sure about himself. He drooped his head wearily. > 'See, you have your doubts.' > "When will my past leave me alone?" he whispered, his bloody tears staining the fresh snow. > 'Never.' > His breathing became hoarse. > "What can I do to rid myself of this pain? What can I do?" > The young Samurai grinned, he walked up to his twin and held him in his arms. > 'Let me take over.' > Kenshin was tired, he stopped caring a long time ago. > "So be it." > > He closed his eyes. > > > The pupils of his yellow eyes dilated as he tried to get used to the glow of the dim torches. Once everything came into focus, he looked at the elderly women seated on their thrones. He narrowed his eyes. > "Where am I?" > The woman laughed in shrill frog voices. > "Kurokagei, my dear child. Where did you think you were." > The man blinked. "Kurokagei?" > "Poor child, have you forgotten? And what are you doing dressed as a samurai? You're a Ninja!" > The man looked at the clothing he was wearing. Sure enough, he was wearing the tattered remains of a samurai outfit. Confused, he looked at the four elders seated before him. > "I don't understand, I don't recall anything..I..uh." > The man bit his lip. His head was hurting like a bitch. > "Loyal servants, bring Battousai to his sleeping chamber." > He looked at them through glowing yellow eyes. > "Battousai...is that my name?" > "Yes." the middle elder's voice rose. "Your name is Battousai." > "I see..." he allowed himself to be led away from the strange room. Once down the hallway, he was clutching his head and moaning. > How could I forget? I must've of looked pretty dumb standing there in samurai clothes. Everybody else was wearing black Ninja outfits. What the fuck pocessed me to parade around in strange clothes? > The shadowy figures stopped and opened a small stone door. Battousai stepped inside and examined the room. It was a small, brick room with a bed and a wash basin. > No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't recall ever being in this room before. > A man threw a bundle of black clothing on the bed. > "Your clothes." their gritty voices echoed. > The door shut behind him. Battousai turned and stared at the closed door. > > He had a strange urge to spill some blood. > > Battousai pushed the feeling aside and decided to light the ash filled hearth. Once he got the fire started, he sat down and watched the flames dance before his eyes. Orange lights flickered across the walls as the fire waltzed in the glowing fireplace. > "Who the hell am I?" > The flames crackled in answer. > Battousai sighed. > He decided to put on his actual clothes. > Battousai went over to the bed and unrolled the bundle, he examined the clothing closely. > The pants were the exact replica of the ones he was wearing, only in black. The shirt was short sleeved and had a long tail and a short front. There was arm pads stomach armour and sandals. All in black. > He smiled. The colour co-ordinator of the place must of been into the grim reaper. > He stripped off his rags and put on his new clothing. He binded his flamy hair in to a high pony tail. Once he was fully clothed he put out the fire and slipped out the door. His senses told him that he was being watched, but he really didn't care. He walked down the dreary corridor, his eyes rolling around to see if anybody was following. He couldn't see him, but he could sense him. > Persistent son of a bitch. > He grabbed a torch and made his way up the grey stair case. The mystery person followed, not making any noise. Finally Battousai saw a light ahead. He stepped in to the last hallway and was nearly >blinded by the sunlight that greeted him. He walked to the mouth of the cave and looked out at the lush forest that surrounded him. His eyes had problems adjusting. But when they did he stepped out and sat down on a large rock just before the entrance. > Battousai heard the sound of something whizzing behind him. He turned around and grabbed the dagger that was aimed at him and swung it up in the air. Shocked the other Ninja swirled to the side and was sliced across his right arm. He landed on the ground with the agility of a cat. Battousai glared at him. > "You've been following me the whole trip up here. What do you want?" > The taller Ninja took out a long katana from his belt and flung it on the ground before Battousai. > "I had orders to give this to you. The Elders want you in good shape for the assault on Tokyo." > Battousai frowned. "Assault?" > The man looked at him, coldly. > "Yes. The assault we are planning for next month." > Battousai was really confused now. > "I don't recall anybody telling me, and who are you?" > The man crossed his arms and addressed him with icy jade eyes. > "I am Shinji, great-grandson of the Elder Misuzu." > Battousai picked up the katana and unsheathed it. It gleamed in the sunlight. > "Tell me Shinji, what's my name." > Shinji snorted. "Can't you remember your own name?" > Battousai shook his head, his tangled orange bangs brushing against his face. > "I don't know who I am, but everybody calls me Battousai." > "Then that's obviously your name." Shinji walked to where the dagger had landed and stuck it in his belt. "We're running out of firewood. Go cut some." > "And what if I don't?" > Shinji side glanced him. > "The elders will be angry." > Shinji glared at him one more time before walking back in to the cave. Battousai stood up, sword in hand. For a strange reason, he didn't want to make the elders angry. He picked a nice dry spot near a cliff and begin chopping wood. Beside him, the ocean roared as he perspired under the stinging sun. After he had chopped down two short trees and sliced them up, he sat down and gazed out at the ocean. He stared out at the marine blue waves that grew lighter and lighter as they rolled towards him. The water crashed a light >blue as it washed on the sandy coast below. This was the most prettiest colour of all. > > > It belonged to somebody. > > Battousai laughed. He was going balmy under the hot sun. He got up and gathered most of the fire wood in his arms and returned to the cave. > > The days passed swiftly as he trained under the monstrous Summer sun. Soon it was only one week before their assault. Battousai had to be reminded on why the assault was being planned. It was so stupid of him to forget, after all it was his clan. > A bloody rain was going to shower soon. Any comments? Critism...Flames?? Please tell! -Mihoshi > "Cognito erguem. I think therefore, I am." Very famous quote. ---- Read this list on the Web at http://www.makelist.com/list/kenshinfanfics/ To unsubscribe, email to kenshinfanfics-unsubscribe@makelist.com To subscribe, email to kenshinfanfics-subscribe@makelist.com -- Start a FREE E-Mail List at http://www.makelist.com !