First drabble
‘It’s best that you take your mother and run. Yukishiro-sama has sent men after you.’
Aoshi’s last words rang in her ears. It wasn’t her fault was it? If she had known that Kenshin was that Kenshin, maybe they wouldn’t have fallen in love. Maybe they would have hated each other, just like she hated everyone in her god-forsaken family. But it was too late. She had fallen in love with her half sister’s fiancée and now he was in coma. In a flurry of rage, Tomoe’s mother had ordered professional hit men to kill her and her mother. Her hand tightened on the scabbard of her sword.
She had come too late. They killed her mother, stabbing her thirteen times with Kaoru’s own katana, framing her. Not that anyone would care about her side of the story. To her father, she was nothing, and to society, she was a problem child and killing her mother was just another proof of her dementia. Even if everyone found out she was framed, Tomoe and her mother would easily get out of it with money. Her cruel father could care less. She knew he regretted and she knew what he regretted.
Not for the first time, Kamiya Kaoru, captain of Kaze Hikaru Acadamy Kendo team wished she had been born a boy. If she had been, all her hard work to become the best at everything, even Kendo, which she had begun learning at a very young age, would mean something and allow her father to acknowledge her, much more than her supermodel half sister and her ex-supermodel mother.
The rain milled ceaselessly on her unprotected body. It was best not to wallow in such dreary thoughts. If she stayed in the area too long, the men would catch her and finally kill her. It was no game and she knew it. Kendo had never been a game to her, but rather a fight to death. The only thing that could stop her now was guns, and the men most likely carried some. Preferably to shoot her legs before hacking her to death, just like they did with her mother.
‘I’ll never forgive you, bitch.’
Kaoru never would. She was willing to become a demon, a monster who fed on fear. But she was always bound down by her body, her pathetic, weak, female body. As she ran, Kaoru could hear the pounding of boots as the men neared. Glancing around, Kaoru quickly selected an edge close to the river and blocked at one side by a cliff face. If she was going to die, she might as well take one of those dirty bastards with her. And if she lived, Kaoru would come back under a new identity and wring the life out of both Tomoe and her mother; while adding her so called father to the mix.
“There she is! By the edge!”
One of the men rushed towards her, probably wanting to kill off the prey before his comrades had a chance to get her. Kaoru was ready, her katana free and thirsty for blood. The first death was quick and unexpected and the man tumbled down into the raging river, head far separated from the neck. Covered with her enemy’s blood, she turned her feral blue eyes to the next victim. The man was smarter than the last and quickly pulled out his own sword. Kaoru and the man fought for what seemed like eternity, neither of them able to get enough leverage on the side of the cliff face.
Suddenly, the rock beneath Kaoru’s left foot cracked and broke, she twisted, taking a deep slash on her back. She fell towards the raging waters which had swallowed the man before her. The sensation of falling was so free; it blew away the burning sensation on her back where the cut was still spurting blood. The water enveloped Kaoru, and Kaoru, realizing she was going to drown clenched the katana and sheath to her as closely as possible.
She searched her mind for her last promise.
‘That’s right, I will never forgive her; I will never forgive them.’
Kaoru plunged into darkness.
Aoshi’s last words rang in her ears. It wasn’t her fault was it? If she had known that Kenshin was that Kenshin, maybe they wouldn’t have fallen in love. Maybe they would have hated each other, just like she hated everyone in her god-forsaken family. But it was too late. She had fallen in love with her half sister’s fiancée and now he was in coma. In a flurry of rage, Tomoe’s mother had ordered professional hit men to kill her and her mother. Her hand tightened on the scabbard of her sword.
She had come too late. They killed her mother, stabbing her thirteen times with Kaoru’s own katana, framing her. Not that anyone would care about her side of the story. To her father, she was nothing, and to society, she was a problem child and killing her mother was just another proof of her dementia. Even if everyone found out she was framed, Tomoe and her mother would easily get out of it with money. Her cruel father could care less. She knew he regretted and she knew what he regretted.
Not for the first time, Kamiya Kaoru, captain of Kaze Hikaru Acadamy Kendo team wished she had been born a boy. If she had been, all her hard work to become the best at everything, even Kendo, which she had begun learning at a very young age, would mean something and allow her father to acknowledge her, much more than her supermodel half sister and her ex-supermodel mother.
The rain milled ceaselessly on her unprotected body. It was best not to wallow in such dreary thoughts. If she stayed in the area too long, the men would catch her and finally kill her. It was no game and she knew it. Kendo had never been a game to her, but rather a fight to death. The only thing that could stop her now was guns, and the men most likely carried some. Preferably to shoot her legs before hacking her to death, just like they did with her mother.
‘I’ll never forgive you, bitch.’
Kaoru never would. She was willing to become a demon, a monster who fed on fear. But she was always bound down by her body, her pathetic, weak, female body. As she ran, Kaoru could hear the pounding of boots as the men neared. Glancing around, Kaoru quickly selected an edge close to the river and blocked at one side by a cliff face. If she was going to die, she might as well take one of those dirty bastards with her. And if she lived, Kaoru would come back under a new identity and wring the life out of both Tomoe and her mother; while adding her so called father to the mix.
“There she is! By the edge!”
One of the men rushed towards her, probably wanting to kill off the prey before his comrades had a chance to get her. Kaoru was ready, her katana free and thirsty for blood. The first death was quick and unexpected and the man tumbled down into the raging river, head far separated from the neck. Covered with her enemy’s blood, she turned her feral blue eyes to the next victim. The man was smarter than the last and quickly pulled out his own sword. Kaoru and the man fought for what seemed like eternity, neither of them able to get enough leverage on the side of the cliff face.
Suddenly, the rock beneath Kaoru’s left foot cracked and broke, she twisted, taking a deep slash on her back. She fell towards the raging waters which had swallowed the man before her. The sensation of falling was so free; it blew away the burning sensation on her back where the cut was still spurting blood. The water enveloped Kaoru, and Kaoru, realizing she was going to drown clenched the katana and sheath to her as closely as possible.
She searched her mind for her last promise.
‘That’s right, I will never forgive her; I will never forgive them.’
Kaoru plunged into darkness.