Déjà vu
Title: Déjà vu
Fandoms: Inuyasha x Rurouni Kenshin
Genre: uh... Weird?
Character: Shishio
Rating: PG
Spoilers: the Kyoto arc in the Rurouni Kenshin manga
Word Count: 250
Summary: Being burned alive by supposed comrades felt achingly familiar. Well, at least he could walk this time.
Déjà vu
Hours after dragging his blistering, blackened body to the nearest civilian settlement, Shishio still felt undeniably unnerved; a strange feeling of familiarity had washed over him as his supposed comrades had begun to burn him alive - such to the point, for once, that he was questioning his sanity. Stranger still was a sense of relief in being able to walk ‘this time’. Then, when he came across that frightened boy, his voice felt almost mechanical as he promised not to kill the youth in exchange for shelter, food and bandages. The bandages, of course, felt almost like a second skin. After a while he stopped trying to contemplate why. It was just… familiar, again.
Handing that boy one of his blades was almost second nature; likewise, he didn’t protest the smug sense of satisfaction in watching the boy slaughter his family. Others had always considered his nature sick and violent, and he agreed, having thoroughly enjoyed replacing the Battousai as a shadow hitokiri - up until he was betrayed, of course. Likewise, the boy’s quick descent into a heartless, unreadable killer, devoid of all emotion but joy, made Shishio feel indisputably ‘back in control’; it just felt right.
Over the years Shishio stopped questioning his eccentricities, and in Meiji 11 he unfolded the beginning of his master plan. But everywhere he turned, they were there to ruin him.
At their final battle his living hell of a body turned on him; as flames engulfed him, he couldn’t deny feeling vaguely nostalgic.
Fandoms: Inuyasha x Rurouni Kenshin
Genre: uh... Weird?
Character: Shishio
Rating: PG
Spoilers: the Kyoto arc in the Rurouni Kenshin manga
Word Count: 250
Summary: Being burned alive by supposed comrades felt achingly familiar. Well, at least he could walk this time.
Déjà vu
Hours after dragging his blistering, blackened body to the nearest civilian settlement, Shishio still felt undeniably unnerved; a strange feeling of familiarity had washed over him as his supposed comrades had begun to burn him alive - such to the point, for once, that he was questioning his sanity. Stranger still was a sense of relief in being able to walk ‘this time’. Then, when he came across that frightened boy, his voice felt almost mechanical as he promised not to kill the youth in exchange for shelter, food and bandages. The bandages, of course, felt almost like a second skin. After a while he stopped trying to contemplate why. It was just… familiar, again.
Handing that boy one of his blades was almost second nature; likewise, he didn’t protest the smug sense of satisfaction in watching the boy slaughter his family. Others had always considered his nature sick and violent, and he agreed, having thoroughly enjoyed replacing the Battousai as a shadow hitokiri - up until he was betrayed, of course. Likewise, the boy’s quick descent into a heartless, unreadable killer, devoid of all emotion but joy, made Shishio feel indisputably ‘back in control’; it just felt right.
Over the years Shishio stopped questioning his eccentricities, and in Meiji 11 he unfolded the beginning of his master plan. But everywhere he turned, they were there to ruin him.
At their final battle his living hell of a body turned on him; as flames engulfed him, he couldn’t deny feeling vaguely nostalgic.