Kendo no Go
In the Language of Kendo:
A Fanfic in 100 Chapters
by Akai Kitsune
56: Tenchuu
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Heaven's
Justice, the proclamation of death, the mark of the Ishin Shishi shadow
assassin. A method of reasoning, justifying in a way, the murder of an
enemy.
A statement of war, small and
fierce; an encouragement towards surrender.
Justice. What is justice?
Kenshin
liked to leave for his jobs during the day, when Kenji was awake, so he could
promise to be home as soon as possible. The boy's responding sulk - or tears, at
times - was both painful and encouraging for him; painful to see his son's
unhappiness, yet he was sent on his way with the hope and knowledge that his son
still loved him, still cared when he left.
Such things were important.
It often worried him, the lost
time all these jobs were costing him.
Time is money.
Time can't be bought.
Neither can love, he mused,
telling himself for the millionth time - time - that he had to stop being
so agreeable with the police chief. He was tired of leaving, tired of goodbyes,
tired of the disappointment in the eyes of his family. He was tired of false
smiles and hidden tears. His, or his wife's.
He no longer tried to convince
himself that his actions were justified, that his absence and aid to the
government was somehow beneficial to the wife and child who waited for him.
They were so faithful, so
patient. But he was so tired.
He liked to leave during the
day, but more importantly, he liked to return at night, so he could enter in
practiced silence and join her in bed, reaching out and holding her, praying she
would wake up - even as he sought to avoid disturbing her - though she would
always wake up and return the hug, a tired smile on her face, a whispered
welcome on her lips. He liked to wake up in the morning to Kenji's surprised,
delighted shriek, a light and enthusiastic body pouncing on his own, a welcome
in the language of a child.
He liked to come home this way,
but above all, he loved to come home.
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