Saitou x Kenshin ficlet
The next one of my drabble series!
Saitou x Kenshin, Eyes
In Kyoto, even the markets smelled like blood. Hat covering crimson hair, Himura Battousai looked out over the busy marketplace. There was a feeling of tenseness in the air - people walked quickly, heads down, and nervously moved around the occasional spot that was conspicuously stained red.
Even so, life went on, and the market was one of the few places where Kenshin felt normal anymore.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, people stumbling away from the centre, huddling towards the edges.
Kenshin frowned, through a gap in the crowd he could just make out a group of men, wearing light blue Haori. He slipped through the crowd so silently that no-one noticed his passing until he was near the front. The blue haori had white triangles on the edges.
He’d been warned about this group, these Shinsengumi.
He studied the pack of wolves, eyes lingering on one tall figure, whose hair was pulled back severely except for some strands that fell in front of his face.
This man smelled like blood, and his ki was softened, hidden, but still bright, shining with conviction. Suddenly, the man he’d been watching turned his head and met
Kenshin’s eyes. Kenshin gasped.
The man had amber eyes, killer’s eyes…eyes like his.
He turned to one of the men next to him, asking him who the wolf like man was - Saitou Hajime, Captain of the third troop of the Shinsengumi.
Saitou Hajime…he mused. The man who has the same eyes as me…
He’d heard of the Shinsengumi’s motto, but hadn’t but much stock in it - Aku Soku Zan was all very well and good, but in his experience, the members of the Shinsengumi were more likely to be fighting for honour or glory or bloodlust then any true belief.
But not this man. Even from here he could feel his conviction, like a flame - Kill evil instantly.
Turning to go, Kenshin put the man out of his mind except for one last thought - maybe one day I’ll have the honour of being killed by you, Saitou Hajime…Man with the same eyes as me.
Saitou x Kenshin, Eyes
In Kyoto, even the markets smelled like blood. Hat covering crimson hair, Himura Battousai looked out over the busy marketplace. There was a feeling of tenseness in the air - people walked quickly, heads down, and nervously moved around the occasional spot that was conspicuously stained red.
Even so, life went on, and the market was one of the few places where Kenshin felt normal anymore.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, people stumbling away from the centre, huddling towards the edges.
Kenshin frowned, through a gap in the crowd he could just make out a group of men, wearing light blue Haori. He slipped through the crowd so silently that no-one noticed his passing until he was near the front. The blue haori had white triangles on the edges.
He’d been warned about this group, these Shinsengumi.
He studied the pack of wolves, eyes lingering on one tall figure, whose hair was pulled back severely except for some strands that fell in front of his face.
This man smelled like blood, and his ki was softened, hidden, but still bright, shining with conviction. Suddenly, the man he’d been watching turned his head and met
Kenshin’s eyes. Kenshin gasped.
The man had amber eyes, killer’s eyes…eyes like his.
He turned to one of the men next to him, asking him who the wolf like man was - Saitou Hajime, Captain of the third troop of the Shinsengumi.
Saitou Hajime…he mused. The man who has the same eyes as me…
He’d heard of the Shinsengumi’s motto, but hadn’t but much stock in it - Aku Soku Zan was all very well and good, but in his experience, the members of the Shinsengumi were more likely to be fighting for honour or glory or bloodlust then any true belief.
But not this man. Even from here he could feel his conviction, like a flame - Kill evil instantly.
Turning to go, Kenshin put the man out of his mind except for one last thought - maybe one day I’ll have the honour of being killed by you, Saitou Hajime…Man with the same eyes as me.