The Two Hitokiri: We're the same but DifferentThe Two Hitokiri: We're the same but Different by katerinaaqu
The Two Hitokiri: We're the same but Different our Paths.
It was a cold, autumn morning. The leaves around had taken every color of red and brown and were slowly swinging along with the branches in the light breeze. When, after some time they got tired of the dance, they would slowly leave the tree and fall softly to the ground below or dance along with the breath of wind, ready for yet another partner… The silence was indeed calming for every unrest spirit would enter that place. The trees were forming a natural wall around the small, stone path, like a protecting cocoon. Somewhere into that forest, there were small birds singing or other small animals rushing to hide in their nests or tunnels every time some strange, to them, sound was disturbing them.
Most of the branches were already half-naked, almost wearing their winter attire waiting for the first s
Fates and Bonds-S1, C1 14-VFates and Bonds-S1, C1 14-V by BattousaiTim
Japan has seen a lot of action over the years, but after the vanishing of the man known as Himura Kenshin, the war he was involved in slowly died down and his existance seemed to just vanish away into nothing. It had been 10 years until he suddenly reappeared in the city of Tokyo where a young woman named Kaoru Kamiya noticed him while trying to kill a man she thought was the legendary battousai of legend. The man was in fact Gohei Hiruma, someone who was once part of the dojo that Kaoru's father once ran. After being expelled for using the sword style known as Kamiya Kashin for hurting people, instead of helping like it was created to do, he felt that after the death of her father, he would go after Kaoru herself to get revenge for it. Kenshin had noticed the trouble that this woman was in and decided to help out. After getting to know her and the things she stood for, he knew that she had to be helped out and stayed with her after the man was taken down later on.
It was afterwards th
Battousai vs Yukimura ChizuruBattousai vs Yukimura Chizuru by katerinaaqu
As the night was still young, the stars had barely risen to the sky and the moon had barely started its usual trip to the blue-black of the universe, there were footsteps, fast footsteps at the small alleys of Kyoto. There was a slightly noticeable mist that was covering the streets under those feet (that were running) like a small flow of water. It was cold, chilling cold that night of December. Even the small puddles of water to the streets were frozen. Soon the snow would start to fall in a couple of days or weeks as winter was finally in. There were people running, holding their swords to their belts. They seemed scared, though, even if they were armed.
“Don’t let them escape!” they were hearing voices behind them
The two men were running to the streets of Kyoto like a pair of foxes that were hunted down by haunts. Their breaths were rasping while they were running. One of them was holding his right arm that was bleeding badly. Obviously he needed help quickly. Sw