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gumi_reloaded2012-04-19 12:42 am
katananokokoro) wrote in gumi_reloaded2012-04-19 12:42 am
What we do in the beginning
Date: February 7th, 2060
Time: Early morning-mid afternoon
Place: Kenshin's safehouse, New Meiji Lower Districts
Characters: Kenshin, Megumi, Saitoh
The road went on. Snow crunched under his feet, chilling them. Icy fingers slid along his arms, trickled down the back of his neck. He couldn't stop walking. Weary. Bent. His sword leaving red trails on the snow, red petals in the air.
You did this
Aa
He tripped and nearly fell. The snow jabbed at his hand like needles. A mouthful clutched in his palm, pressed in his mouth to hide his breath, but it was hot. It was all hot and cold at the same time and he was looking...Searching... No... Following. Just ahead. There she was. The woman with the long black hair. He wanted to reach for her. Wanted to step away. His hands... they weren't meant to touch. They were only meant to kill. She turned slightly as if she had heard his step, paused and he could see a cell phone pressed to her ear.
"You can't stay out here," he told her. "It's dangerous."
"I have to. Hello? Hello?!" Her voice rose in desperation. "Is he hurt?" And then she pinned him with wide dark eyes. "I'm looking for Sa-chan."
No. No! The darkness snapped around them. Just the two of them. The snow.
"Sa-chan. I'm looking for Sa-chan!"
"No, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Sa-chan!"
Time: Early morning-mid afternoon
Place: Kenshin's safehouse, New Meiji Lower Districts
Characters: Kenshin, Megumi, Saitoh
The road went on. Snow crunched under his feet, chilling them. Icy fingers slid along his arms, trickled down the back of his neck. He couldn't stop walking. Weary. Bent. His sword leaving red trails on the snow, red petals in the air.
You did this
Aa
He tripped and nearly fell. The snow jabbed at his hand like needles. A mouthful clutched in his palm, pressed in his mouth to hide his breath, but it was hot. It was all hot and cold at the same time and he was looking...Searching... No... Following. Just ahead. There she was. The woman with the long black hair. He wanted to reach for her. Wanted to step away. His hands... they weren't meant to touch. They were only meant to kill. She turned slightly as if she had heard his step, paused and he could see a cell phone pressed to her ear.
"You can't stay out here," he told her. "It's dangerous."
"I have to. Hello? Hello?!" Her voice rose in desperation. "Is he hurt?" And then she pinned him with wide dark eyes. "I'm looking for Sa-chan."
No. No! The darkness snapped around them. Just the two of them. The snow.
"Sa-chan. I'm looking for Sa-chan!"
"No, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Sa-chan!"
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You stole a tablet, one that you should know would be tracked...what did you expect to happen?
Not this. Never this. He hadn't expected... he hadn't expected... He moved his gaze to Megumi.
One hand had fallen to rest on her stomach. The rest of her was a bloody mess, her hair spread against the wall, pale orange with the light of the space heater.
He hadn't expected her.
And she had suffered for his mistake. Who had she left behind? Who had they left behind? How many more phone calls would go unanswered? How many more faces unseen? Endless and endless. Death and blood filled the air.
Kenshin placed Kitetsu against the wall and went over to her. It was strangely silent. Everything was muffled. His own breathing. His own heartbeat. He knelt beside her.
She had come to this world to live. No matter what had happened. She had come here to live. To help others. There are too many killers in this world, Megumi-dono, and not enough doctors.
And even fewer now.
Because of his own carelessness.
How many more will you kill before you're satisfied, Hitokiri Battousai?
He shifted, pressing hands and forehead against the floor.
"I'm sorry, Megumi-dono."
As if that would be enough. As if anything in this world would ever be enough.