DISCLAIMER!: Characters (c) Togashi Yoshihiro [finally got his name right after months...] and Watsuki Nobuhiro. No money is being made out of this, so PLEASE don't sue... Apologies to Cricket-san for using her translations without any permission... please don't sue as well... WARNING!!! ********** Super spoiler ahead for RK Manga 18 and up. YYH Manga... if you consider YYH Manga 3 a spoiler, then please don't continue reading... Music Videos Fanfics by Rurouni and Pan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Another day... another beginning... The graceful figure slid cautiously amongst the misty morning fogs, silver silouette beautifully blending as one. He had no idea why he chose to roam the rural areas of Kyoto with the form of a silver fox, but it *did* make him less easier to spot and a Youko would just raise too many eyebrows, screams and cries of excitement... while Minamino Shuuichi would move too slowly for him to fully cover the area within the day. Provided he knew what he was searching for. The air was frozen stiff, with winter in sight. The dreams... it *had* to be the dreams... there weren't anything wrong or terrifically awe-inspiring initially, merely images and bits and pieces about a scarred kenkaku with the ultimate edge of determination to settle for nothing less than the utopian dream he had always worked towards to with such high prices... Until they started growing personal. Until he could feel the link. He could remember... there were always the pleading overtune to the recent batch of dreams. He didn't think they meant anything, since Kenshin had deceased for many years, but just on his natural instinct, he decided to scout Kyoto, as he happened to be there on holiday with his parents. There was a ruined temple in sight, and thick vines were strangling it's very form, sprouting witheredly from every crack and pot. The silver fox's ears twitched, smelling something towards the side of some crumbled down walls. He sprinted over, cautiously approaching the tall stick growing awkwardly out from a messy formation of rocks beside a running lake... Or was it a stick? Instantly he reverted. And in his fox form, the next most comfortable changing form was the Youko. So Youko Kurama stood over the awkward material with renewed interest in his eyes. If his instincts had never failed him twice in one day, it meant this was the unknown force which had drawn him to scout the terrain with no aim whatsoever, really very un of the usually organized and full of foresight Kurama... The sword was absolutely frozen stiff. Decades of weathering had not crumbled it's facade at all, which was amazing to a certain extent. Kurama put his hand on the hilt of the sword, pulling the weapon out from it's sheath anyway. "Koori no Naifu..." Kurama mused, sliding his left hand on the blade of the frozen 'naifu'. The thin wisp of ice surrounding it merely made it look more frosted, but did not remove the dangerous glint still evident in the arc of a once life-claiming blade. He had saw how the scarred kenkaku utilized the blade, with high efficiency and relentless mastery. The number who had fell were countless, yet stained with the vast amount of blood, Kenshin, as Battousai, still treasured this sword like no other. Until, of course, the new era he always hoped for came, this sword was something which represented his efforts in Bakumatsu... So Kurama finished the sentence he left hanging previously, "... o Daite..." and lowered the blade to his side, at the same time, the faint shimmer in frozen lake beside capturing his reflection and attention as a tiny tune composed silently in his head. There was no other statement to fully reflect the stature of Kenshin in both Bakumatsu and Meiji... Kokoro no izumi no soko ni koori o haritsumenagara [The bottom of my heart's lake is rimmed with ice] Youko Kurama sat down beside the still upright sheath, holding the frosty sword in his hands. The lake was slowly freezing, but there was a screen big enough for him to see his own reflection as he gazed in. Ikite yuku no ga ore no shukumei [I go on, my fate is to continue living] The lake ripples, and subsides into full screen... while a fox with four magnificent tails sprints across in a hurried state. Tatakai nuku sono tame ni [Fighting to the end because of that] A shot rings out, and a painful wail follows soon after. The fox collapses in his own pool of blood, whimpering against his will. Memories of Kenshin and Tomoe suddenly appeared... It was funny that he should think of them now, of their love which would have worked out given a new time and new setting... but when it came to living and dying, or fighting and determination, Kenshin... Battousai, always flashed into his mind, be it merely a small split second... Kokoro no hotori de anata ga yasashiku ore o yondemo [You call gently from near my heart] So as the fox faded into his own memories, Battousai takes over, turning around to a ghostly image of Tomoe, seemingly imploring him to stop all the carnage... was this merely... a figment of his yearning... ? Mimi o fusaide hashiru hi mo aru [I close my ears... there is also a day I run to] He shut his ears to all soft pleadings, turning back to face the group of people standing in front of him, murder written all over their twisted features. Shinsengumi. There will be a day... when he could finally listen to his wife's peaceful petition, but until that day came... Koori no Naifu o Daite [Embracing the Ice Knife] The grip on his katana tightened, the sudden moving causing the moonlight to silently rebound off the cold, hard and icy blade. It was the perfect description for the fate of those who chose not to leave there and then too... [music interlude] In a flash, Battousai flits through the entire group of them, in perfect harmony with the quiet beat of the night. As soon as they were all razed to the ground, he halted abruptly. Tomoe's ghostly silouette looked up at him again, her eyes brimming with disappointment, forcing Battousai's jaw to drop. Dakedo itsu no hi ka heiwa ga kono you o atatameta nara [When the day comes, this peace will warm the world] Swirling into his memories again, he remembered how he'd love to hide behind a tree to observe Tomoe write silently in her diary in their peaceful home and garden, and how one day a silver fox jumped in front of her to scare her into dropping her brush. Itetsuku SOURU mo tokedasu hazu sa [My frozen soul will melt too, probably] And her frozen outlook would melt into a breath-taking smile, gently beckoning the creature to her. Purizumu o hanachinagara... [Setting a prism free] As the silver fox curled up in her lap like a domestic cat, she would stroke the creature affectionately, the entire scene so peaceful and contrasting to all the bloodshed Battousai always witnessed, that he would suffer a severe heartache from his hideout and wished scenes like these to happen throughout the chaotic country... Sono hi ga kuru made [Until that day comes...] He struggled, as he always had, to reach the end of this skeleton filled tunnel, to reach the light beyond it... KEEP ON GOING, WE ARE FIGHTING, DON'T STOP... Yet when he stepped into the light at the end of tunnel, he was still surrounded... by the corpses of the fallen Shinsengumi troupe. Tomoe's disappointed image faded away, leaving him to wonder why he kept on going, kept on fighting, not even stopping... Mirai o shinjite kirikome [Fight to believe in the future] What was that? A voice... a voice singing to him... Battousai looked up from his hunched position to try to pinpoint the exact location of the newcomer to this gruesome scene. Someone was telling him to "fight to believe in the future"... Ikiru koto wa kake dakara [That's why we stay alive] Again! Battousai whirled around violently, probing every shadow in the area with suspicious eyes. "Dareda!" He yelled, as if hoping the voice would respond. Jibun o shinjite tobikome [Jump into believing in yourself] There it was, but this time, Battousai turned fast enough to catch a wave of silver hair dissolving smoothly into the shadows. Jidai o tsukuru tame ni WOH HO HO [In order to build an era] Before he could react, however, something was thrown at him. Instincts took over, and he caught the fresh, red rose with his bare hands, momentarily finding himself caught in the gaze of steady, golden eyes before everything disappeared... [music interlude] He examined the rose petals. It was red, bloody red, just like all the blood he spilled each night, and it was fresh... Images of people dying, and of blood marking the pavements in the alleys, they all engulfed Battousai with a hatred for himself. But he knew he could not stop, for if he did, those who died to create a new era would have died in vain, and he would never be able to redeem himself... Perhaps the singing voice was right. The only reason why he stayed alive, was that he fought to believe in the future, and if he believed in himself now, the era would come soon... Battousai clutched the rose tighter. Let the petals of this one be a symbol of the new things to come... Kitto itsu no hi ka chijou ga rakuen ni kawaru you ni [Surely, when the day comes that the Earth changes into a paradise] A sword flies in the air, to be caught a while later by Battousai. A different Battousai, who looks as if he is about to go on long-term departure... The sun slowly rises behind him, enhancing the utter look of shock and disbelief etched on his youthful features, as he watches the master swordsmith Shakku Arai turn and walk away. Ore no buki sae tokaseru hodo no [Even my weapons will melt] He remembered vividly how he fought his final battle of Toba-Fushimi before sheathing the katana and leaving it stuck upright in the ground, satisfied that the future he'd fought so hard to believe in was finally coming. Hizashi ni afureru you ni [Overflown in sunlight] So as the sun shone upon him, holding Shakku's sword, he fingered the hilt lightly, before pulling the sword out to let the sun catch it in it's glory... it was... a sakabatou, a reversed blade sword... Sono hi o motomete [We ask for that day...] The entire Seikihoutai gasp in shock as cloth boundaries are torn away to reveal soldiers with rifles aimed at them. KEEP ON RUNNING, WE ARE FIGHTING, GO ON... The guns go off, and Captain Sagara lead the team into a furious battle against the gunmen, courageously blocking off every attack they could to preserve their lives for more meaningful fights. As Captain Sagara gets shot in his arm, young Sanosuke refused to stop, and supporting both the Captain and his sword, he starts to run to safer grounds... Mirai e no hashi o watarou [Cross the bridge to the future] In three split screens, Saitou, Aoshi and Battousai stares for a split second, then Saitou remove his Shinsengumi uniform to don a Meiji police uniform. Aoshi grabbing whatever hair he had tied up behind him to cut it off with a rough estimate and Battousai releasing his ponytail from high to gather them to tie at the base of his neck again. Three happen concurrently. Ikiru koto ga kake naraba [And if it's life that's risked] Saitou takes his sword from the side, releasing the sheath and sliding into a Gatotsu position with 'Aku, Soku, Zan' flashing behind him. Kooritsuku tsuribashi datte [Even if it's a frozen bridge] Aoshi takes his sword from the side, taking one last glimpse at the sleeping Misao before hardening his heart to depart from Aoiya. Hashitte watatte yaru WOH HO HO [I'll run across it] Kenshin takes his sword from the side, and as soon as he does that a police whistle shrieks at him, forcing his 'ORO' eyes out as he runs across the most rickety bridge in the entire Japan to attempt to flee from being caught possessing a sword illegally... [music interlude] One by one, as Kurama the silver fox continues to stare at the fast approaching demon catchers, faces of Kenshin's comrades, flash past in flitting succession. Kenshin, Tomoe, Sanosuke, Kaoru, Yahiko, Megumi, Tae, Tsubame, Aoshi, Soujirou, Saitou, Misao, Okina... That's right! The silver fox determined. Because of Kenshin's determination, he succeeded in earning many worthy companions, who loved him for what he was. I will not give up now, the silver fox narrowed his eyes... Mirai o shinjite kirikome [Fight to believe in the future] ... and in a split second drove his soul out from the youkai body into the 'ningenkai', and into the body of Minamino Shuuichi. Ikiru koto wa kake dakara [That's why we stay alive] And whenever he fought back to back with worthy comrades like Hiei, which he was now, he knew his staying alive to believe in the future was worthed... fruitful... Jibun o shinjite tobikome [Jump into believing in yourself] He pulled a rose out from his hair just as Hiei summoned the Kokuryuha to swallow the youkai they were facing, the sheer force blinding even himself temporarily. Jidai o tsukuru tame ni WOH HO HO [In order to build an era] For a split second staring at the rose, Kenshin's image floated up to him, remembering the night when he as Youko Kurama coaxed Battousai into fighting for his future, which he himself was about to do now. He smiled, and with a diagonal slash across transformed the beautiful rose into a deadly "ROSE WHIP!". GOING TO MY DREAM Hiei scans the terrain with his Jagan and spots something. Mouthing the words, "Yukina", Hiei flits away. FIGHTING FOR MY FRIENDS Kurama summons his Rose Whip and lashes at the youkai in front of him while the Yuusuke and Kuwabara stand behind him, injured. RUNNING TO MY DREAM "YUKINA-SAN!" Kuwabara screeched and ran over, tripping on his own big feet halfway through and ironically lands on the feet of Hiei instead. Hiei smirks as he looks down at the sprawled boy. FIGHTING FOR MY FRIENDS Kurama's Rose Whip (TM) fails to defeat the youkai and he gets thrown back, Kuwabara supporting him while Yuusuke summoning the final reiki he possessed... "REI GAN!" Kokoro no izumi ni kakaru niji no hashi o miru hi made... [Until I see a rainbow-bridge built across my heart's lake] Rurouni Kenshin stands, in the 11th year of Meiji, in the streets of Tokyo. He looks at the rose thrown to him as an encouragement so many eons ago, and smiles. The rose was still unusually fresh looking, despite having been separated from it's source for like years... something which still made Kenshin trembled every now and then. But right now, he needed it no more, so with a swift movement he hurled the rose backwards and proceeded his way, never looking back... Youko Kurama catches the rose and smiles at the fading figure of Kenshin, before lifting his head to the skies to spot the formation of a beautiful rainbow... Kurama detached himself from the memories and looked at the lake again, staring at the reflection of the familiar red-headed Minamino Shuuichi. *If my memories of Kenshin hadn't provided that extra spark...* Kurama quietly pondered. *... I'm afraid I won't be Minamino Shuuichi by now...* He laughed at himself. He had always thought Shiori was the first human to ever present immense effect on his life, yet sometimes during his short visits to the 'ningenkai', interesting characters do pop up, like Kenshin... and his alta-character Battousai... He stood up, dusting the ice off his clothes. Kurama saw Kenshin more as a source of comparison, while his precious 'Kaasan Shiori was the source of love. There was no contest between them actually. Still... Kurama gingerly handled the sword in his hands. This sword was the only remaining evidence of Battousai's deeds for the future, but it was a painful burden from the past, and if Kurama knew Kenshin any better, he wanted to rid this eyesore from the beautiful new era and peace reigning in modern Japan now... No wonder the dreams were getting more and more imploring. Kurama reached out to pull the hilt from the hardened rocks as well. He still cared for the people and peace, even if it meant a small artifact like this tucked away in some long forgotten corner of the world... Sheathing the sword, Kurama reached into his hair to pull out something. The young farmer blinked his large violet eyes, his short red mane flapping awkwardly behind him. The sword, solitary and strong, standing there (according to his father) for already over a century... was... GONE?! The farmer laid down his belongings and knelt down at the spot where the sword had last been seen. Oh well, just as he was about to get used to the mysterious object this had to happen... no wait, there was something there... something... He reached out to pull the object out from the hole where the sword last stood. Trying not to be too rough in handling it, he brought it closer to sight, where he could see the luscious beauty of the rare flower right up at his nose... It was a beautiful, blood red rose. "Ow!" He softly complained as one of the thorns pricked his left cheek, where a birthmark of something which looked vaguely like a cross sword scar was. For a moment, he contemplated bringing the beautiful rose home, but seeing the land barren of the katana was bad enough... He placed the rose back to where it belonged and went home. ***** Koori no Naifu o Daite Sung by: Kurama (Ogata Megumi) Lyrics: Mori Yuriko Composer: Yamamoto Takeshi Translator: Cricket, July 20 1997