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[Arrival Tag]
Jan. 19th, 2014 09:43 pmKyoto was just like he had remembered it. He couldn’t even say that there was a little less war. It was still there, 10 years later. The ghosts of the revolution wouldn’t fade away. One ghost in particular was here somewhere. Waiting for him. Waiting for Battousai the Manslayer to come and stop him. Either that or waiting for him to come so Kenshin could be killed himself. No matter what, someone was dying here in Kyoto.
The weight of the sakabatou at his side felt heavier than before. He could feel the looming presence of Saito beside him. Sano was a bit more comforting but not by much. Not when they were headed there. There. To the temple fortress that once upon a time, he had taken his bride to. It was a memory and a pain that went from his heart to his cheek. He had no other choice.
Closing his eyes to steady his nerves, he stepped into the fortress and… it all went white.
“Oro?” the tiny red head was confused. He hadn’t thought Shishio to be so low as to kill him before they even faced each other. He wondered if it was hell. He had killed too many to go anywhere else. The white faded into a room.
Kenshin blinked and blinked again. It was strange and there were so many things he had never seen before. Were these weapon’s? His hand drifted to his sword, sharp eyes darting around. Where ever this was, he wasn’t going to be caught off guard. Still, his voice was soft when he spoke out loud. “Hello? Sano-san. Saito-san. Anyone?” He didn’t understand at all. And what was this little note?
Looking at it, Kenshin sat down on the floor, frowning. “What is a computer?” He asked himself.
The weight of the sakabatou at his side felt heavier than before. He could feel the looming presence of Saito beside him. Sano was a bit more comforting but not by much. Not when they were headed there. There. To the temple fortress that once upon a time, he had taken his bride to. It was a memory and a pain that went from his heart to his cheek. He had no other choice.
Closing his eyes to steady his nerves, he stepped into the fortress and… it all went white.
“Oro?” the tiny red head was confused. He hadn’t thought Shishio to be so low as to kill him before they even faced each other. He wondered if it was hell. He had killed too many to go anywhere else. The white faded into a room.
Kenshin blinked and blinked again. It was strange and there were so many things he had never seen before. Were these weapon’s? His hand drifted to his sword, sharp eyes darting around. Where ever this was, he wasn’t going to be caught off guard. Still, his voice was soft when he spoke out loud. “Hello? Sano-san. Saito-san. Anyone?” He didn’t understand at all. And what was this little note?
Looking at it, Kenshin sat down on the floor, frowning. “What is a computer?” He asked himself.
