current song: "They"--Jem
Title: Beyond Reach (Fic 1) & Justice from Hate (Fic 2)
By: PatriciaTepes (AKA Patricia de Lioncourt ; PatriciaLouise TTH)
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, any related characters, or the images in the banner. Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki and Viz Media. Credit for song quote given with quote.
Summary (Beyond Reach): Kenshin's thoughts as he pauses in his battle with Saito.
Summary (Justice from Hate): In response to the Guild of the Fantastic Quill's Hate Challenge. Kenshin dreams of his past...
Author's Note: Two drabbles I wrote long ago as I was just getting obsessed with Rurouni Kenshin. Here's the original Author's Note from Fanfiction.net for Beyond Reach: "Okay, so this was inspired from two things. First, I was re-watching the episode in season 2 where Kenshin and Saito fight, and I found myself more intrigued than usual in the scene where Kaoru reaches for Kenshin. Secondly, I was piddling around at about three o'clock in the morning, listening to music, and caught the lines that I used below as a quote." And this is the original Author's Note from Justice from Hate: "This is in response to the Guild of the Fantastic Quill's Hate Challenge. The prompt words used were 'red' and 'genocide.'"
And I'm sorry, so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
I'm sorry, so sorry
I'm sorry we do this
They thought he couldn't hear them. Couldn't hear her. But Kenshin heard. He always heard. Whether he was Battosai or not. He always heard her voice.
He heard when Kaoru's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor. He heard her begging someone to stop him and Saito. And he heard every tear that hit the dojo's wooden floor.
And the sound of it all was deafening.
He wanted to break away from the fight. To stop the bloodshed and the pain. The want of his wanderer self, however, was not as powerful as Battosai. Battosai, who had been forged in blood and chaos. He heard Kaoru call to him again. But Battosai couldn't stop. He wouldn't allow this wolf to devour him. Battosai was good at justifying things. He was doing this for her. To keep Kaoru safe, alive. Even if she didn't know it.
He tore his eyes away from Saito for only a moment—a dangerous move. But it was just long enough to see Kaoru, drenched in her tears, reaching for him. It tore at his heart to see her like this, to know that she wanted to save him just as he wanted to save her. But there was no salvation for a tried and true murderer. For Hitokiri Battosai.
"Those two aren't fighting in Tokyo in the Meiji era," he heard Sanosuke say as he entered. "They're fighting in Kyoto in the Revolution."
And he was wrong as well. They didn't understand. They didn't know that Battosai was only doing was necessary. For them. They were grieving, and they didn't know that it was all okay.
As Kenshin readied himself to continue the fight, to finish it, it was for that alone that he was sorry. He had never meant to remain so far beyond his friends', Kaoru's, reach.
Justice from Hate
He dreamt about the past more often than he admitted. It was almost a constant occurrence. But he never saw the past, not really. He felt it instead. Which was much worse.
He could feel the hate from his opponents. And eventually, inevitably, from himself. All directed eternally at him. Hitokiri Battosai.
What he did see in the dreams came in flashes. The glint of his sword as he mercilessly cut down his opponents. The spray of their blood, dyeing the ground red. Red in color, pain, and hatred.
He would remember his missions in the dreams. Basically, the removal of the old regime. Almost liken to a genocide. They were wrong, and he was right. That's all that had ever mattered. He would kill them. And right would rule forever. Justice from hatred.
Kenshin's eyes opened, blinking against the sunlight. He could hear Kaoru in the distance, arguing with Yahiko. He smiled grimly.
Hate shouldn't produce happiness.