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[September 19] [Rurouni Kenshin] A spattering of Acheron's waters
Title: A spattering of Acheron's waters
Day/Theme: September 19 / Dante in hell
Series: Rurouni Kenshin
Character/Pairing: Kenshin, Sano, Yahiko
Rating: PG
7:58pm
The thirty-something samurai sat down on a cushion, his scarred face to the progressing night and his head, burnished in the frugal lamplight, to the Kamiya dojo. A little bit of the drizzle was blown off-course by the sporadic gusts of wind, and tiny droplets spattered on his hands whenever he reached forward for his steaming cup of tea.
He was a little achy tonight—perhaps, because of the humidity. Perhaps, winding down on peaceful evenings like this one, his body finally caught up with his mind. Minus the do-or-die urgency, the superhuman power lent by Hiten Mitsurugi, his body got the chance to complain of the insults done on it, feel the repercussions of breaking the rules of the natural order. Perhaps, the sudden static relinquished some latch in him, unwound some inner vessel that contained the remnants of all he had gone through, spilled more bile than most men encounter in a life time.
Yahiko, perhaps sensing the generally pensive mood, spoke quietly.
“Sano, what’s hell?”
Startled, Sano blinked before recovering to tease the boy, as he usually did. “It’s what most people deal with when sleeping in the same room with you after a big meal.”
“No, seriously!”
“I am. Your fart stinks and you snore like a steam engine.”
“Just answer the question,” the other insisted.
“Why are you asking me?”
“You’re the only one here. Obviously, I’m not gonna ask you if somebody smarter’s around..”
“Che. Don’t push it, Yahiko.” But the lanky streetfighter thoughtfully rubbed his nape, all the same.
“I know what it’s supposed to be. I’ve heard from other people, you know. It’s supposed to be this place you suffer in.”
Sano snorted. “You know what I think? I think people make their own hells.”
Yahiko looked puzzled. “You mean it’s as worse as your imagination makes it out to be.”
“Or your guilt. Whatever. What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.”
“...Don’t tell me you’re having nightmares and shit.”
“I am not! I don’t even believe in it. Geeze, asking intelligent questions get you nowhere here...”
“Hey! What the hell did you mean by that?”
Beside them, Kenshin smiled. Perhaps, he was sore today because he had fallen off the roof when the kitten he rescued for the neighbor tried to poke his eyes out. Even legendary people get hurt in stupid ways.
And he remembered, too. He was only twenty-eight.
~September 19, 2005 (8:35pm)
...Weak. ^^; Bah.
Day/Theme: September 19 / Dante in hell
Series: Rurouni Kenshin
Character/Pairing: Kenshin, Sano, Yahiko
Rating: PG
7:58pm
The thirty-something samurai sat down on a cushion, his scarred face to the progressing night and his head, burnished in the frugal lamplight, to the Kamiya dojo. A little bit of the drizzle was blown off-course by the sporadic gusts of wind, and tiny droplets spattered on his hands whenever he reached forward for his steaming cup of tea.
He was a little achy tonight—perhaps, because of the humidity. Perhaps, winding down on peaceful evenings like this one, his body finally caught up with his mind. Minus the do-or-die urgency, the superhuman power lent by Hiten Mitsurugi, his body got the chance to complain of the insults done on it, feel the repercussions of breaking the rules of the natural order. Perhaps, the sudden static relinquished some latch in him, unwound some inner vessel that contained the remnants of all he had gone through, spilled more bile than most men encounter in a life time.
Yahiko, perhaps sensing the generally pensive mood, spoke quietly.
“Sano, what’s hell?”
Startled, Sano blinked before recovering to tease the boy, as he usually did. “It’s what most people deal with when sleeping in the same room with you after a big meal.”
“No, seriously!”
“I am. Your fart stinks and you snore like a steam engine.”
“Just answer the question,” the other insisted.
“Why are you asking me?”
“You’re the only one here. Obviously, I’m not gonna ask you if somebody smarter’s around..”
“Che. Don’t push it, Yahiko.” But the lanky streetfighter thoughtfully rubbed his nape, all the same.
“I know what it’s supposed to be. I’ve heard from other people, you know. It’s supposed to be this place you suffer in.”
Sano snorted. “You know what I think? I think people make their own hells.”
Yahiko looked puzzled. “You mean it’s as worse as your imagination makes it out to be.”
“Or your guilt. Whatever. What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.”
“...Don’t tell me you’re having nightmares and shit.”
“I am not! I don’t even believe in it. Geeze, asking intelligent questions get you nowhere here...”
“Hey! What the hell did you mean by that?”
Beside them, Kenshin smiled. Perhaps, he was sore today because he had fallen off the roof when the kitten he rescued for the neighbor tried to poke his eyes out. Even legendary people get hurt in stupid ways.
And he remembered, too. He was only twenty-eight.
~September 19, 2005 (8:35pm)
...Weak. ^^; Bah.