Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonfly ❯ Victory of Death ( One-Shot )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Notes: Hm, I wrote this a longtime ago but it got misplaced (read: lost) under a stack (read: pile) of important documents (read: fanfics) and graphics (read: naughty yaoi pics), but now I've found it (read: almost used it as a napkin) and typed it (read: made my friend type it in exchange for help on her writing) and it is here for you.Disclaimer: Kenshin is not mine...and you have no idea how many hours of therapy that statement took.Dragonfly Kenshin stared across the room, glaring at one item in particular. It sat propped against the wall, lifeless, begging him to give it spirit once again.He hated it, everything about it. The handle that fit perfectly in his thin hands. The balanced weight that he could sleep without in his arms. The long slender blade that could be so beautiful while covered in blood and moonlight. His sword. Lover in battle.How many other hated this sword? Spirits of the dead, their wives, their children. Did they know that what destroyed their lives was but a piece of wood and metal made and carried only by human hands? No.The sound. How horrid. The air splitting swish of blue fire signaling someone else was dead. Every time it was the same and Kenshin wondered if the victims heard it too. A last sound, gateway to hell.Judge. Jury. Executioner. No cat and mouse, no second chances. All rulings final.Screams. Yeas they all screamed. Even the brave ones. Contrary to what mothers told their children late at night, he hated the screams. They followed him, never would he forget, each face twisted into the mask of death in his wake. Sleeping, he heard them in his dreams. The sword made them scream.It ran its coarse, unstoppable, covering the spring grass in lifesblood. Bloody rain. Enough to drown one's soul. Yet he survived, stained and unclensable. That was more that one being should endure but not the worst he should suffer.Life was based on dependence. The people on the government. The government on the hitokiri. His on his sword. As others perished he lived but in a way...he died. Slowly piece by piece. Everything had its price.In his hand forever, too long. One day he would put down that damned piece of metal. He would not die with it in his hand before he could truly live.Standing, Kenshin brought it to his side. Pulling out a black envelope, he led the sword to its next victim.~finis~Oh, the title? The dragonfly is a symbol of victory from ancient days of Japan, and Kenshin is sort of thinking about what his victories mean to other...or maybe I just got lazy....Hm, kinda disjointed. I'd really like to write an entire OAV fic, but I have a tendency to involve HikoxKenshin in everyone I try and that seems to..well...not make people to happy. But this one came out okay so please review it or you'll be encouraging my bad side!Her Supreme Omni-potence,Miko No Hoshi