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A Life Worth Living	By : yenie Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4b:
Light for the Bitter Cold

Author:
Misanagi

Disclaimer:
I no own.

Warnings:
M/M- Yaoi... shota...child abuse... OOC... angst ... NC-Rape! Do not read if
you are not used to Soujiro being tortured.

Flames
will be used to make smores.

A/N: I�m
in the middle of hell week but I finally managed to tie loose ends in my fic. I
hope you won�t be too disappointed with what I�ve done.

I need
MORE REVIEWS!!! You know how much I rely on your comments, suggestions and
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the fic!

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A young
man, barely out of his teens, with round tinted glasses entered the town. His
whole figure covered by a dark blue cape to protect him against the bitter
cold. His orange pants with dark blue strips were occasionally seen as his cape
swayed to his footsteps. Strapped over his shoulder was his satchel of meager
belongings. In his right hand, a long wooden stick that obviously did not look
like it helped his walking.

Several
people lewdly stopped and stared at the youth�s grayish white hair. Despite
having such a young and strong countenance, its stark contrast to his hair
spoke volumes of anguish, forlornness and pain. It looked like a man who went
through so much agony despite his age. The teen refused to be unnerved by the
gesture and kept walking. He ignored the whispers He only needed to be in this
kami-forsaken town for a few days to get supplies before he heads back home.

He passed
by one of the back alleys of the community when he heard muffled noises. They
all sounded sharp and harsh except for a soft cry and plead. The man, curious
to what was happening, went to investigate. A few meters from the entrance to
the back street, he saw four boys kicking, stomping and spitting a smaller boy.
Each kick placed on some tender part of the boy�s body sent pained whimpers.
The boy had desperately attempted to cover his abdomen and chest, which gave
the bigger boys the opportunity to kick his back, arms and legs. Near the
bullied boy was a basket, almost destroyed with its contents on the snowy
floor.

Without
thinking, the young man began to interfere with the one-sided battle. He shoved
the boys away and gave them a fair warning. Shouting curses, the bullies ran
away from the scene, giving high fives to each other and laughing cruelly.

Seeing
that trouble wouldn�t appear for quite some time, the young man approached the
boy, who was still curled in on himself, shivering and whimpering quietly.

�Hey, are
you ok? Those bullies are gone now...� the man talked to the boy in a soft
tone, meaning he meant no harm. He crouched beside the still tense body and
inspected him.

The boy�s
clothes were worn and didn�t look like it would protect him much from the cold.
Some of the patches had worn off due to repetitive hits to the clothing and
body. Snow had melted around him and had seeped in his clothing, which caused
his trembles.

The young
man reached out his hand to touch the beaten child, to assure him that he is
safe...

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Soujiro�s
eyes snapped open as a hand touched his sore back. He wanted to get back up. He
needed to fix the basket and clean the vegetables, or what�s left of it. He
needed to find Senka-sama and apologize to her. Sensing that there would be no
more trouble, he slowly opened his eyes to reveal deep grey ones. He started as
he realized how near his and his savior�s faces were. He gasped and started to
crawl away as fast as his body could go.

The man�s
face looked stunned from the boy�s response. It looked really terrified and was
in near tears. There was uneasy silence between them, their eye contact
unwavering.

Finally,
Soujiro�s eyes looked down, defeated. He murmured a soft thank you before
crawling towards his ruined goods. For a moment, he forgot about the man in
front of him. He stared at the vegetables he and Senka-sama bought. It was
trampled by the bullies... why did this have to happen to him? His blood ran
cold at the thought of going home. Tears came out on its own. Soujiro was
unable to prevent the sobs that shook his body. His vision was blurred as he at
least tried to salvage what was left of the basket and the vegetables.

As one
bruised, nearly frost-bitten hand picked up a piece of what used to be a
carrot, a larger, mitten-covered hand embraced his. Through his tears, he
looked up and saw a concerned face.

�Are you
ok? Where do you hurt?� the young man assumed the boy was crying because he was
hurt from the bullying. The boy flinched at the touch. The big coat that had
once covered his shoulders now fell due to Soujiro�s flinch. It exposed enormous
bruises with bluish black colors.

But the
boy in front of him shook his head, �I�m fine, sir... thank you for saving me�.
He bowed his head again and sniffed. He resumed picking up the vegetables and
putting them in the equally damaged basket.

The teen
let the boy resume with his task. He frowned at the boy�s movements, stiff and
staggered, but he didn�t say anything. Once the boy was done, he picked up the
basket.

�Thank
you very much sir. I have to go, my aunt must be looking for me,� he murmured
and then gave a small bow before limping away. He stared at the retreating
figure of the boy who was probably a few years younger than him. He smiles
slightly, almost sadly, remembering his younger days. He shrugs off imaginary
dirt and walked out of the alley.

As he
resumed his task of buying provisions, a frail woman tugged at his cape. She
looked ill and the weather wasn�t helping her.

�Young
man, please... have you seen my son?�

The teen
glared at her, confused, �Wha--? Who are you talking about?�

The woman
shook her head, her brown irises looked familiar, �My son, the one who you were
with... please... where is he?�

The teen
stared at her for a moment. Wasn�t the boy supposed to be with his mother, this
woman?

�Mother?�
he raised an eyebrow, �He said he�s with his aunt,�

�I�m his
mother...� the woman desperately told him, but her breath came in gasps and
pants. She coughed and tried to draw air in. Her knees trembled and threatened
to give way if not for the young man who held her.

�Are you
alright?� his mind was in panic. What�s going on? He tried to help the
woman but she looked like a leaf ready to be blown away.

�I-I...
haven�t seen my...� she took a staggered breath, �son... i-in years....
taken... from... me�

The young
man was more concerned with the woman. Underneath the sickness and the cold,
she looked like a fairly young woman. Her eyes were a stunning, deep brown. Her
button nose shaped nicely and complemented her face. Her lips were full but
worn with probably stress and sickness. She looked like she can crumple any
second.

�We have
to get you a doctor,� he helped her and guided her to a nearby inn.

�N-no,
my... son...!� she wailed.

�Please,
we have to help you first before we can find him,� he reasoned out with her. He
asked the innkeeper to get a doctor for the woman. He then rented a room and
placed her on the futon.

�Please...
please...� she moaned as she coughed again. Her face was chalk white but didn�t
stop talking about her son. �Please find my son... I need to...see... him, one
last time.�

The youth
knelt beside her. He was confused by the turn of events. They were all
happening so fast. And what�s with the kid?!

�What�s
his name? So I can look for him,� he asked, his voice sounded very unsure. But
this gave hope to the woman�s eyes.

�You
will... look for him?�

The youth
gave a tight smile and nodded.

�His name
is Seta... Seta Soujiro,� she grasped the youth�s hands and held them. �Thank
you so much! You don�t... know how much this... means to me,�

She
released his hands and coughed again. She panted and shivered at the same time
but didn�t take notice of it. She looked at him again.

�Young
man, I am terribly grateful for what... you have done for a stranger like me,�
she looked imploringly at his face, �Tell me... what is your name?�

They
locked eyes for a moment and this time, it was the young man who broke contact
first.

�Yukishiro
Enishi.�

To be
continued....

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