ATTENTION: This is a sequel to the story Tomorrow's Day to understand this story completely read that one first.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin.
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Author Notes
Hello and greetings once again!! Welcome to the beginning of the sequel to Tomorrow's Day! Yay! (Throws confetti) Just so you know this was just the prologue, the actual chapters will be much longer then this.
Big thanks once again to all those who supported me through the writing of Tomorrow's Day and I hope you enjoy the latest installment, so sit back and relax and enjoy!
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Torrents of rain poured from the black sky. Thunder cracked through the air, causing windows in the dark city to tremble. The empty buildings loomed up on all sides, reaching towards the storm.
He stumbled along slowly, his wild hair long since plastered to his skull. He hardly noticed the ice-cold rain that struck against his skin, his soaked clothing no longer providing any protection. He tripped, nearly falling to the filthy alley ground.
He gained his balance at the last second, pressing a hand against the rough wall beside him. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, trying desperately not to think of what had just happened.
But all he could do was think- about how everything was screwed up, and how his latest move had just made things even worse. There was no way he could be forgiven.
Forgiven.
A cold laugh pushed its way out of his throat, startling him. He shook his head, shoving the wall away as he continued on, farther into the network of alleys.
He wasn't even sure if he was guilty, that bastard did though and that belief would effect everyone else's minds. They would doubt his innocence- he already did himself.
He didn't know what the truth was anymore, or even if there was such a thing in this case. What really happened that day? He needed the answer to that. That's why he was here, because he couldn't go anywhere else. The Black Maze, as it was called, would keep him safe for a while and let him think. He needed to think.
He sighed bitterly. He didn't want to be here, but he couldn't go back, not yet anyway. So there he was, slogging his way through the rain with no destination in mind and no place he was willing to return to.
There was only one thing he could do- and it was the one thing he was good at. He would disappear as though he had never been. He would hide so deep that no one would ever find him. He had to find his answer before anything else, even if it meant doing it completely alone.
Alone…
A yell of frustration broke free of his mouth. He didn't want this. He hated it. He hated it! He couldn't go back until he remembered what happened. And if that bastard was right- He didn't dare go back if it was true. Not if he really was a-
He hissed with fury, kicking out at a garbage can. He slipped, falling into the puddles that littered the pavement. He lay there, rain crashing from the heavens like a million tears, joining his own.
He didn't want to be out here. He missed his home, his friends. His hands curled into fists on the pavement. He hated his past- he was ashamed of everything he'd ever done. There was so much pain he could never escape. The pain, the reality of what he'd done, that snake had used it against him.
He had to find it. He had to find his answer, no matter what it was. He took an unsteady breath, trying to stop the tears that blurred his vision. Away from his eyes, he pushed the long, blood red strands that clung to his face.
For a moment he was frozen, unable to look away from the image caught on the black surface of the rainwater. He was a mess both physically and mentally- but that wasn't what had frightened Hiko so badly when he'd caught the teen heading out the door.
The redhead felt his heart pound in his throat. There in the reflection of the rippling water were his eyes, staring back at him. The once deep lavender was now a mixture of dull violet and over powering amber.
It terrified him to see. In a second, the spell that held him was broken. He recoiled from the water, bolting down the alleyway.
This couldn't be happening. Things couldn't be this bad, they just couldn't! He raced through the dark night, blind to where he was going. The crisp fall air burned his lungs as he fled. He didn't register the aching of his body or the pain in his chest. All he knew was that he was running from everything, from his past, and from himself.
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And there you have the beginning! I'm going to have to start working on the first chapter now, till then!
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