I feel I must apologize right now to those who love Kenshin and find fault
in my work. Personally Kenshin is my all time favorite character, so I've
tried to stay true to the concept of how clueless and gentle he is. The
only reason I've decided to post is I need to know how well my work will be
accepted by people who are outside my immediate family. Like most writers I
know I truly believe myself to be a hack, and if I am I would appreciate
any criticism on the subject. Thank you, and enjoy. –skabs-
PS- I will warn you however that since this is BEFORE the revolution I do
not believe Kenshin has come into his habit of speech we all believe truly
epitomizes Kenshin AS Kenshin. There are no, "that you will"s in young
Kenshin's speech pattern... I nearly bit off my (soon to be dead) friend's
head when she sneered on the subject... Thank you.
(and here it is... the amazing work known as Rouroni Kenshin is owned by someone who is not me. Kenshin and Hiko are figments of Nobuhiro Watsuki, and not accredited in anyway to this one's humble imagination...)(was that ok? Do I need to bow or something? ;-D) ---------------------------------------------
By the way, how I took it, Kenshin was about fourteen or fifteen when he joined the Revolution, then by the time he was twenty he'd given up being the battosai (sp?-I don't have my manga handy at the moment.) at this point in time he's thirteen. And Lila is fifteen. Her brother is Kenshins age and the cute little Katsu is six. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----
He held his breath as the leaves rustled. It was a tiny sound, yet loud enough for the budding young swords man to recognize. Someone was trying to be stealthy, and was doing a bad job at it.
"Stand and identify yourself!" his blood red hair was finally long enough to keep in a stubby ponytail, but strands of his bangs got in the way as he searched the dense wood. His sword was still in its sheath, most likely any swordsman would take that as a sign that the young one was not ready to fight. This young man was not only skilled, but ready for anything. Well, almost anything.
"Stand and identify yourself!" he shouted again, but jerked his left hand at the hilt when a shy giggle scented the breeze.
"Katsu! Katsu come back here!" a shout rang out as a small, pig tailed, child popped out from behind a bush and ran up to the young man.
"Stand up!" she giggled again. He made his hand relax as the child grabbed his pants and tugged.
"Katsu!" The boy looked up from the child to sight a young woman searching in vain for the very thing he'd found. For the moment both he and the kid were hidden in the clearing, behind large bushes and several hanging branches.
She was graceful, picking her way around rocks and twigs, ducking under branches and sweeping her dark, unbound hair from her pale blue eyes.
"Katsu want up!" the child shouted, her tiny arms demanding.
"Katsu?" the girls head swung around, her mouth an "o" of surprise as she sighted him beneath the trees and her young sister with a stranger.
"Lila!" Katsu giggled and pushed her way past the bushes and into her sisters arms.
"Don't scare me like that, little one." Lila indulged in a moment to cuddle the child, then looked up at the young man. "Thank you." And it was understood that she thanked him for not harming the child.
"She's a sweet child. Keep an eye on her." The young man stuck his hands in his sleeves and retreated into the woods. In seconds he was lost to her sight, and the breath she'd held as she searched for any sign of him fell in relief.
(and here it is... the amazing work known as Rouroni Kenshin is owned by someone who is not me. Kenshin and Hiko are figments of Nobuhiro Watsuki, and not accredited in anyway to this one's humble imagination...)(was that ok? Do I need to bow or something? ;-D) ---------------------------------------------
By the way, how I took it, Kenshin was about fourteen or fifteen when he joined the Revolution, then by the time he was twenty he'd given up being the battosai (sp?-I don't have my manga handy at the moment.) at this point in time he's thirteen. And Lila is fifteen. Her brother is Kenshins age and the cute little Katsu is six. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----
He held his breath as the leaves rustled. It was a tiny sound, yet loud enough for the budding young swords man to recognize. Someone was trying to be stealthy, and was doing a bad job at it.
"Stand and identify yourself!" his blood red hair was finally long enough to keep in a stubby ponytail, but strands of his bangs got in the way as he searched the dense wood. His sword was still in its sheath, most likely any swordsman would take that as a sign that the young one was not ready to fight. This young man was not only skilled, but ready for anything. Well, almost anything.
"Stand and identify yourself!" he shouted again, but jerked his left hand at the hilt when a shy giggle scented the breeze.
"Katsu! Katsu come back here!" a shout rang out as a small, pig tailed, child popped out from behind a bush and ran up to the young man.
"Stand up!" she giggled again. He made his hand relax as the child grabbed his pants and tugged.
"Katsu!" The boy looked up from the child to sight a young woman searching in vain for the very thing he'd found. For the moment both he and the kid were hidden in the clearing, behind large bushes and several hanging branches.
She was graceful, picking her way around rocks and twigs, ducking under branches and sweeping her dark, unbound hair from her pale blue eyes.
"Katsu want up!" the child shouted, her tiny arms demanding.
"Katsu?" the girls head swung around, her mouth an "o" of surprise as she sighted him beneath the trees and her young sister with a stranger.
"Lila!" Katsu giggled and pushed her way past the bushes and into her sisters arms.
"Don't scare me like that, little one." Lila indulged in a moment to cuddle the child, then looked up at the young man. "Thank you." And it was understood that she thanked him for not harming the child.
"She's a sweet child. Keep an eye on her." The young man stuck his hands in his sleeves and retreated into the woods. In seconds he was lost to her sight, and the breath she'd held as she searched for any sign of him fell in relief.