A small, lithe, rather feminine figure, dressed all in red. Bushy red hair that is tied back with a simple band; bangs frame a soft oval face, accentuated by large, beautiful, unique violet eyes. The beauty of these magnificent eyes is further enhanced by long, dark lashes. However, intriguing though his eyes and hair may be, his most distinguishing feature is the large cross-shaped scar on his left cheek: most likely an old sword wound.
Himura Kenshin is what he calls himself, this Rurouni, wandering through Japan in the eleventh year of the Meiji-- the only man who carries a sakabatou. Of what use is this sakabatou, you ask? Why, he uses it to protect those weaker than himself. He seems to be... Atoning for something. Seeking forgiveness. What for?
Hitokiri Battousai is his past self. Get it? The prodigious young warrior who started off as an assassin for the Ishin Shishi, the legend who slashed open the age of Meiji, thereby ending a very dark chapter in Japan's history... He just disappeared after that, didn't he?
Perhaps, to you, understanding his Psychology is difficult. He is, after all, a human who is desperately attempting to atone for all the irreplaceable lives he took, even if it was for the greater good. Why would such a legend throw everything away to function as a seemingly nondescript vagabond, wielding a reverse blade? Because he is.... Himura Kenshin.
Doesn't that scar send a chill down your spine? It's his only scar. Something lurks in his eyes as he absently raises a hand to touch that scar... Is it regret? Pain that can never be forgotten? Sorrow? Fear of the past? Is he re-living that terrible snowy night-- is he smelling blood and white plums again? Or is he thinking of that shadowy evening in Kyoto, when he acquired the first half of the scar? All of the above, I'm sure.
However painful his past might be, when HER loving, warm hands embrace him and make him feel he's safe, wanted, and loved, the demons of those times quiet down. He closes his eyes and sinks comfortably into her gentle yet strong caress, thanking his stars for her. She is the best thing that ever happened to him, and he knows it. Unlike before, he can truly smile and laugh when she's with him, and only she can save his soul; bless her strong, dear, brave heart! She's the one who keeps him grounded and sane.
As I look at the happy little group standing outside Kamiya Dojo, I smile to myself and press my hand upon my heart. I want Kenshin to smile like that as long as he can.
Kenshin Kaoru Megumi Sanosuke Yahiko... I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!!! ♥ ♥
Ah... Dear reader. Adieu. Until next time, then!
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