A killer of a thousand

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"The scars remind us…"

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Kenshin Himura

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Her brother seemed to be a more imposing figure than the man she was speaking to. She’d no idea who she was talking to yet the polite attitude had knocked her off the track. Unlike Kai who burst into a room and demanded attention. That’s how he had been anyway. When they were younger he had been such a delinquent. 

Miss Otonashi asked, ”If you meant to cause me harm you’d do it already, wouldn’t you? And if you were a robber you would have taken something already.” A mirthful smirk crossed her face. "If you wanted something else then you’d have taken it or at least tried to." Besides, if he had attempted to act violently towards her she’d be able to handle him. "Besides, if you did intend to harm me," she cast a glance over her shoulder. ”Are you certain that you’d win?”

"Uh…Well, what do you want to know? I guess I could start with the restaurant. But I have a question for you." She led him to the front. After all those decades it looked the same. It was fine with Saya, as it reminded her of her old man. It was a squat room with lanterns that hung along the ceiling. An L shaped bar wrapped around the small kitchen and at the end of it sat a cash register and a faux gold komainu. Two round tables were in the room and there was a palm in the corner. Along the wall in the dining area was a plethora of photographs. Mainly of her family; Old pictures of her father when he was a soldier, photos of her brothers when they were children, her older brother on the baseball team, and of course photos of the four of them together. There were photos of a pair of twins almost identical to Saya. 

"What do you fight?"

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"Unless I'm trying to deceive you by acting friendly." He responded to her smirk with a reassuring smile. "But rest assured, I am not here to trick you or steal anything from you, gozaru." He didn't look like he could even if he wanted to. Kenshin blinked when she asked him the question with a confident smile. He could tell that she didn't trust his words because she was naive, she trusted him because she was certain that she could handle him if he did turn out to be someone who wished to harm her. Placing a sheepish smile on his face, he raised his hands up. The redhead shook his head. "I don't think so. I'm a mere wanderer, gozaru." With his effeminate appearance, gentle smile and small stature - it didn't look like he could even harm a cat.

"I'm curious about everything because I've never ventured into this part of the country, gozaru. A question?" He entered the empty restaurant after her. The first detail he noticed were the pictures up on the wall. It was safe to deduce that she had a big family. "You have quite a big family, gozaru." He walked closer to the wall to get a better look at the photographs. His eyes slightly widened when he noticed they weren't monochrome. Did the world already learn how to take colored photographs? But he supposed that was not the important bit. A gentle smile appeared on his face. "Photographs look better with color don't they? This way, you'll be able to remember every detail of a precious memory."

What do you fight?

Kenshin turned to look at her, appearing a little confused by her question. "If I may ask, what do you mean by 'what do I fight'?" More importantly, did she already figure out he was more than just a mere wanderer?

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Bansai waited for the performance to be over before he responded, somewhat incredulously.

“You have been living in Japan all these years without being bothered by the Amanto?” The stranger did seem to be technologically behind the times, but he did not think it could be to this extent.

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"She is a very talented." He commented after her amazing performance. He didn't listen to music much or watched many performances, but he was always delighted after watching one. Kenshin noticed the tone in his voice and wondered if it was that strange that he didn't know what the 'Amanto' were. "I apologize but I have never even heard of them."

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Hijikata smirked at how certain Kenshin had sounded about the dojo’s standing in the world. “Yeah? Good. Let’s try to keep it that way.” He placed his hand against the walls of the dojo, roaming the surface of the place. Feels like home. Nostalgia hit the vice chief as he removed his hand and tucked it into his pocket.

Hijikata’s eyes were still placed on Kenshin’s sword until he had placed his hand on the sheathe. Letting him open the sword a bit, he saw the blade. Reverse blade sword. Now that was a rare piece of steel you never saw often. “You stopped killing?” Hijikata knew nothing about this man but to own a reverse blade sword is something important. This piqued the vice chief’s interests but he decided to hold them off until next time.

Taking the mysterious samurai’s offer, he then sat himself down next to him. “Staying for the sake of another, huh?” A sad smile was placed on the vice chief’s face as that reminded him of a woman he left behind back a long time ago. “That’s probably a better choice for you. You seem like a dedicated samurai.” Hijikata’s looked at him an compared himself to Kenshin. He was basically the man who decided to stay with the person he cared about. The opposite of himself.

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He noticed the smirk on the man's face, but it wasn't an unexpected response. Japan was heading to a new direction and it looked like sword wielding warriors had no place in this new Japan. "Dojos might disappear, but the warrior heart will continue living on." He glanced at the man before offering a confident smile. "I believe that's the important part, gozaru." Kenshin noticed his hand was pressed against the walls of the dojo and he also noticed the nostalgia reflected on Hijikata's eyes. The redhead wondered what was going through his mind as he inhaled the scent of the wooden dojo, but he knew it was not the right time to ask him such personal questions.

"I have vowed never to take another life, gozaru." He didn't hesitate to admit that he had killed before. He wasn't proud of it, but there was no point in hiding it or lying about it when he was confronted about it. He was not going to hide the evil he did. He smiled when Hijikata took a seat next to him. Getting up on his feet, he went inside for a few minutes before returning back with a tray. He sat down before pouring both of them a cup of tea. "Here you go." Using both his hands, he lightly bowed before giving him the cup.

"Yes. Her father passed away and left her this dojo and his teachings, gozaru. I wish to help her rebuild it." He lightly laughed before scratching the back of his head. "Kaoru-dono is a very headstrong woman. I worry that she will someday run into trouble, gozaru." Kenshin blinked when he called him a samurai. "Ah," He raised his hands and shook his head. "I'm not a samurai. I am a mere wanderer, gozaru."

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The Doctor’s brow raised in curiosity. Fluent Japanese. Thank goodness for the TARDIS’s translation circuit. Sometimes, it was a wonder how many alien cultures he’d be lost in if it weren’t for the Old Girl’s nifty little tricks.

“I should certainly hope not. It’s not everyday that a Police Box just pops in Japan, especially during an era like this.” He quipped as he stepped out and closed the door. He examined the man that stood in front of him. He possessed long, red hair that was tied back in a loose ponytail, and wore a lavender and white men’s kimono, wooden sandals completing the ensemble.

He then noticed he was carrying a sword. It appeared to be a standard katana, but something told him otherwise, with the way it was sheathed.

The man flashed a toothy grin as he looked at his visitor. “You know, I never thought I’d run into a samurai first thing upon landing here. Dare I say, you almost made me jump a bit from the way you drew your sword. I would hate for the Old Girl to be chopped into tiny pieces of lumber.” he said, patting the TARDIS’s blue wooden paneling.

“I’m called the Doctor.” He said, tipping his hat. “What do I call you, samurai?”

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He was slightly surprised by the stranger's fluent Japanese, but pleased to hear it. It reflected the change he and many others had fought to bring onto Japan for many years. Before there were only a few foreigners who could speak Japanese, but now there were many who were interested in Japan now that it was an open country.

"Is that what this device is called?" Kenshin glanced at the large object, curious about its purpose. Earlier, it looked like it was flying but that wasn't possible. The only things that could fly were kites and the police box was far too heavy to fly like a kite. "Might I ask what is its purpose?"

"A samurai?" Placing a light smile on his face, he raised his hands before shaking his head. "I'm not a samurai. I'm a wanderer, gozaru." He scratched the back of his head before offering an apologetic smile. The redhead hoped he didn't scare him too much. "I apologize for scaring you. But rest assured, I would have simply knocked you out if you were a threat." He unsheathed his sword to reveal the blade was on the back and the blunt side was facing the man. "As you can see, I cannot kill anyone with my sword."

Knowing foreigners tip their hat as a common courtesy, he lightly bowed to return the favour. "I am Himura Kenshin, gozaru. It's a pleasure to meet you doctor." He raised his head to reveal a friendly smile. "Might I ask your reason for visiting Japan?"

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It was only candy right, and she’d only been out for half an hour so she would be fine, right? Wrong! A scowl formed over the girl’s lips. Without candy… without candy… She was already sulking at that thought. No good! She wanted sweets, lots and lots of sweets.

Cheeks puffed out in frustration. This was the problem with visiting new places…. She hadn’t the faintest clue of where to look to find what she needed! “Oi!” Scowl on her face she stopped the nearest person. Eyes fixed on their face for a long time.

"Oro? Me?" He blinked when he noticed a young child suddenly call for him. He couldn't remember meeting her before - making him wonder why she approached him. A small sheepish smile appeared on his face when she stared at him in silence. She was just a child, but she had a rather sharp gaze. It was impressive, but also rather alarming for the redhead. "Is there something you need from me?"

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A Stranger Within The Ruins

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{ ❁ } When was the last time she visited her parents’ graveyard? It must be over five years or more already.  Ever since she joined the military, she didn’t have the chance to lay flowers on their headstone anymore because of all the training. And to have a high-maintenance brother like Eren proved it harder for her to visit. But as she tried to sleep earlier, the memories she had with her parents bothered her until she was forced out of bed. And now here she is, standing in front of their deathbed with a bouquet of flowers on her arm. Mikasa knelt down and meticulously placed a bundle of flowers on each of their gravestone before lighting a candle, praying silently for her apologies and wishes.

The graveyard is situated at the top of a hill, right in front of the ruins of her former house where she was born, where she lived with her biological mother and father and as she tried to take in the destroyed structure, an unfamiliar silhouette formed within the house, right between the door frame. Mikasa immediately stood up and unsheathed the dagger strapped on her legs before menacingly pointing it at the stranger.

“Speak before I slit your throat.”

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The redhead didn't even flinch when he felt a small thrust of wind abruptly brush against his neck. Even though he was fully aware that there was a weapon pointed directly at him, he wasn't alarmed because he didn't feel any real ill intention. She was not threatening him because of his past identity and that was all he needed to know. Turning around, he revealed a pot of white plum flowers in his hands and a sheepish smile on his effeminate face. "I apologize if I startled you, gozaru. I was simply paying respects to the souls who lost their lives here." He placed his hand on the blunt part of the dagger before offering a nervous smile. "I would feel much more safer if you didn't point your daggar at me miss. If I may ask, is this your home?"

Turning his attention back to the abandoned house, he lightly bowed before speaking. "Death is a natural part of life, but it still is sad isn't it? They say a human's life is the very epitome of a tragedy, gozaru." He paused for a moment before turning to look at her. There was a hint of sadness on the kind smile he offered her. "Once again, I apologize. I will leave if you wish to be alone, gozaru."

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It wasn’t as if he could kill her.

“Well it is but my brother’s out right now,” she grinned sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her head. She only took care of the customers and since he had gone out she hadn’t expected anyone else to come in. The little dream of running it together held strong and she found that it was enjoyable. There was nowhere else she’d rather be.

At his speech she quirked an eyebrow. was this guy a yazuka that dressed up or something? Saya pushed herself up and smiled, “I don’t really cook but if you’re hungry I can’t turn you away.” 

Her dad always said that the best way to get to know a man was on a full stomach. He also said to never talk to a man on an empty stomach. She noted the sword and wondered briefly if it was real or not. Saya didn’t ask though. She tended to not like being asked questions when she was hungry. She stepped around the man and chirped, “Follow me.”

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He lightly frowned because of her lack of reaction from seeing his sword and realizing there was a stranger in her room. "Your calm attitude is most commendable miss. However, you should be a little more cautious. I could have been a bandit with the intention to kill those who I rob, gozaru." He expressed genuine concern as he entered the place again. "I'm certain your brother would not have approved of you allowing me in here." He certainly didn't want to upset her brother and start a meaningless argument. 'Perhaps I should leave--' He broke out of his thoughts when she offered to make him something. He raised his hands before sheepishly smiling. "I do not wish to impose on you ma'am. If it's too much trouble then I'll leave."

But she clearly wasn't listening to his protests as she walked past him and commanded him to follow her. Rubbing the back of his head, he followed her. He took a quick glance around the place before shifting his attention back on the lady. "Might I ask about this place?" He lightly smiled. "It is my first time here and it would be a shame if I left without knowing its history, gozaru."

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A tall, curly haired man in a gray tweed frock coat, long striped scarf and floppy hat was on his way from the library as the TARDIS had made another successful landing. His companion, K-9, had just alearted him that the Randomizer had set another destination while he was reading, so naturally, the Doctor wanted to have a look

Opening the door to the console room, he made for the console to check on the scanner. “Well, this is rather interesting… Meiji era Japan?” Indeed it was. He hardly visited Japan, let alone in the historical eras, so this was a bit of a treat. “Seems to be in the year 1879. A wonderful year. Wonder why the TARDIS had a fancy for landing here…?

The first thing he heard when he landed though, was a voice. It sounded young, but had enough of a commanding tone. Raising his brow, he flicked a switch to activate the viewscreen. What he saw was a young man dressed in what looked like a men’s kimono, long red hair, and something of an effeminate figure. His glaring attributes were both the sword his was armed with as well as the “X” scarf on his cheek.

It seemed that he witnessed the TARDIS’s landing first thing. No wonder he might be a bit spooked.

With a pull of a lever, he opened the doors to the TARDIS, revealing the other side of the blue doors that matched the exterior Police Box. Making for the doors, he opened one of them, and peered his head out.

“Nobody but us chickens.” He quipped while flashing a toothy grin.

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Five seconds. Fifteen seconds. Thirty seconds.

The redhead narrowed his eyes when he didn't receive a response to his question. Whoever was in the strange object didn't appear to be willing to co-operate. He considered charging in head-on and using the side with the blade of his sakabato to cut the machine down. If they weren't going to answer his question then he had no choice but to use force. He took a step forward, ready to run towards the strange contraption but quickly changed his stance when he heard the mechanism in the machine creak and turn as the doors opened. He flipped his blade to the blunt side before pointing it towards the blue object.

He blinked when a man, who appeared to be a foreigner, emerge from the strange machine and offer a grin at him. Aside from the object he owned, there was nothing particularly suspicious about him. He couldn't sense any malicious or murderous intention and his eyes reflected the soul of a honest soul. Analyzing him for a few moments, he eventually lowered his blade before sheathing it away. It was rare for Kenshin to be incorrect in terms of reading a person's personality. He had faith in his ability and his ability was telling him that the man wasn't a human with ill intentions.

Besides, he was a foreigner right? The machine probably only appeared  dangerous to him because it was from the land where the man hailed from. He walked towards the man before sheepishly smiling, the serious expression from his face replaced with a more cheerful look. "I apologize if I startled you, gozaru." Could he even understand Japanese? It didn't hurt to try. "But its not everyday a strange object drops from the sky here in Japan."

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“Dojo, hmm…? So you are a samurai, then? This really is a dark time for us samurai. I do hope you’re still getting along reasonably well.” His tone of voice was not quite as sincere as it should have been. “I somehow ended up involved in quite a bit of strange business after the Amanto invaded.”

“You can stick around for a while longer, if you’re enjoying the show. I must say, wherever you may be from, you have managed to be very much untouched by the Amanto influence.” Whoever this stranger was, he had an aura of danger about him despite his harmless appearance. One that almost reminded him of the suspicious impression he himself gave off.

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"Ah, no no." He nervously laughed before shaking his head. "I am a wanderer, gozaru." Hearing the man was a samurai only made him more alert. While he didn't distrust his new acquaintance  there was something about him that aroused Kenshin's suspicion. He didn't take any insult from  the lack of sincerity in his voice, but it made him wonder why he said such kind words without any feelings from the heart. "A wanderer has his own ways of surviving. "... Amanto?" He blinked, clearly surprised and confused.

"My apologies but I do not know anything about this 'amanto' matter." He didn't know what his new friend was talking about, but it didn't sound very pleasant. He glanced back to look at the stage where the young woman was singing. Ah, how he enjoyed to see young people enjoy their days in the peaceful Meiji era. It was peace the whole country fought hard and long for. He clapped when she finished her performance, a smile appearing on his face.

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“Oh well— I usually take care of the sacred lake of the woods, so I usually walk around here. Recently, the black wolf is loose in here, and I don’t want to destroy the lake— I’m Roxas, nice to meet you!” He said, somewhat nervous. Some time he didn’t speak with someone.

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"Sacred lake?" He blinked before shifting his gaze to the forest. He wasn't a superstitious person, but he felt a strange ominous feeling just from looking at the forest. To enter it might be a foolish decision, he knew that. But he also knew that this strange sensation wouldn't leave until he found the source of the eerie feeling in his heart. "I apologize but I do not know what you are talking about, gozaru." He lightly knitted his brows. "Black wolf?" His mouth twisted into a small friendly smile when he introduced himself. "Himura Kenshin. It's a pleasure to meet you Roxas-san. Might I ask for the story behind the forest?"

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