Kenshin flinched. He knew. Of course he knew. What happened. Where are you? What did you do? What didn't he do?
(Are you going to be a coward or are you going to tell him?)
No. He couldn't. He couldn't. Shishou. Shishou would--
(And don't you think you deserve whatever you have coming? This is the life you chose. These are the consequences)
He was the only family--
(You don't have family)
A hitokiri is a hitokiri until the day he dies.
I don't want the battousai, I want the wanderer...
Megumi's body blasted against the wall, blood splashing against the white.
How long can you hold onto your pathetic ideals?
[My brother is dead, you know]
I won't train you with eyes like that
What did you do? You made the blood rain fall. You killed my sister!
(You leave me no other choice.)
A step behind him. Zori on gravel. In a second, Kitetsu was unsheathed and swinging through the empty space. No one was there. He was alone. He panted softly.
"A hitokiri," he told Shishou, croaky voiced, staring at Kitetsu's knicked blade in the lamp light. "Is a hitokiri." His voice cracked. "Someone died..." and she had. Even if she'd come back to life. "...because I was an idiot. Shishou...someone like me...shouldn't have survived."
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Date: 2012-05-07 05:54 am (UTC)(Are you going to be a coward or are you going to tell him?)
No. He couldn't. He couldn't. Shishou. Shishou would--
(And don't you think you deserve whatever you have coming? This is the life you chose. These are the consequences)
He was the only family--
(You don't have family)
A hitokiri is a hitokiri until the day he dies.
I don't want the battousai, I want the wanderer...
Megumi's body blasted against the wall, blood splashing against the white.
How long can you hold onto your pathetic ideals?
[My brother is dead, you know]
I won't train you with eyes like that
What did you do?
You made the blood rain fall. You killed my sister!
(You leave me no other choice.)
A step behind him. Zori on gravel. In a second, Kitetsu was unsheathed and swinging through the empty space. No one was there. He was alone. He panted softly.
"A hitokiri," he told Shishou, croaky voiced, staring at Kitetsu's knicked blade in the lamp light. "Is a hitokiri." His voice cracked. "Someone died..." and she had. Even if she'd come back to life. "...because I was an idiot. Shishou...someone like me...shouldn't have survived."