What we do in the beginning
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gumi_reloadedDate: 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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Date: 2012-04-21 07:43 am (UTC)Death...
And they had just been about to eat. He could still smell the faint traces of acrid smoke. Kenshin shook his head and pushed himself upright. He would take her away from here and find some place to bury her. Then he would find anyone she had left behind and let them know...and after that... after that he wasn't sure.
Kenshin shifted closer, pressing one hand to her back to lift her away from the wall and felt...skin. Chills ran down his spine. There was a hole in the shirt, and the stickiness of blood still drying and...skin. He pressed his fingers against it. It seemed firm. How...how was that even possible? And it felt warm. Almost too warm. He rested her gently back against the wall and his heart jumped as he felt a felt a pulse, weak, but as he pressed it was growing stronger.
No one who had lost that much blood should be alive. Should have skin. The bullet must have gone through her so unless--
Recovery. Regen.
Hadn't she said they were both scientific experiments? But this-- to go this far-- To bring someone back from the dead and she was dead. She had to be at some point. Her chest moved, breathing, breath rattling in her lungs. He would think of the why and how of it later.
He had to get her out of here. Kenshin gently lifted her. She was heavier than expected but nothing he couldn't handle. Gently, he moved her to the comforter that was blood splattered but would have to do. He shifted her onto her side so she wouldn't choke on the blood that was threatening to come out of her.
Then he stood, hurried to the janitor's closet to grab her clothes from the clthes line before rolling them up, shoving them in his messenger bag. The tablet gleamed at him and he threw it out, hearing it clatter against the far wall. Kenshin moved quickly, taking the bottles of medicene he'd hidden at the bottom of a clothes box and shoving them in his bag, stopping to fill up one needle and making sure there was no air before jabbing it into his arm. He would need the strength and agility for who knew how long.
Once everything was in his bag, he pulled on a shirt, and his shoes. Then he shifted Megumi onto her back, using the thinner blanket to tie the comforter around her. In another second Kitetsu was in its bag,and against his shoulder. Messenger bag on and swinging at his hip and Megumi... He muttered an apology and gently picked her up so she was hanging opposite Kitetsu and started out the door.
He would have to take the roof exit, probably. The streets were too crowded. This in mind, Kenshin headed for the stairs and began to charge up them, faster and faster as the hit kicked in and filled him with energy. In next to no time he was out in the bright light and sharp cold of a Feburary morning. He was-- South. Next safehouse was west. This way. Good jumping for a while.
He raced to the end of the roof, faster and faster, keeping in mind the extra weight, hid the edge of the roof and pushed off, flying, landing solidly, slipping a little but he kept going. As soon as she was safe. As soon as she was well. Then he would think. For right now, all that mattered was to run.