Kenshin's visit home

Slowly, Kenshin would open the old rickety front door of the orphanage and step inside as the smell of cleaning supplies hit his nostrils. Taken back a bit by the smell he attempted to ignore the strong odor and continue torwards his room. Once inside he looked around at the 10x15 foot room and sighed as he layed down on his bed with a small closet indented into the wall facing his bed full of clothing. Shutting his eyes images of that fateful night that his father had died began to fill his head and suddenly it felt as though the bed raised off the floor and he awoke. Nearly thirty minutes later, it seems as though he had fallen asleep and he raised himself and kicked his feet over the side of the bed and put his face into his hands mumbling a single word under his breath "Why?...".

Would slowly lift his face from his hands as he heard the sounds of voices and the echoes of footsteps coming down the hallway. Looking down at his arms he tugged at the bandages that covered his forearms, not for healing purposes, but simply part of his outfit. As the door opened a ray of sunlight splashed against his face and his pure black eyes glimmered slightly in the light, even with the truly beautiful sight of them, they held a hint of his true hatred towards the world he was currently living in and the willingness to end another's life if necessary to ease his suffering, even in the slightest. Seeing an illuminated figure step into the room that was obviously much smaller than he he focused his gaze on the boy known as Kenzo. Saying nothing at the start of their meeting he simply continued sitting on the side of his bed, studying the young boy carefully, his hair and eyes, along with his style of clothing portrayed that of the traditional Uchiha clan member. Seeing he was very skinny with nearly no muscular definition, compared to Kenshin's own robust and and muscular physique they were near polar opposites of each other, and this intrigued him enough to speak to the young boy.

"What is your name child, and why have you come to such a place as this?".

Looked at the boy with a very blank expression, which would be unreadable to the untrained eye of a child who did not understand Kenshin in the slightest. Slowly, he would raise from his bed, standing straight up he was larger and taller than most grown men, with an empty stare directed towards Kenzo he would sigh.

"For such a young child you speak very bluntly and as if you are in charge of my future. And my only response to you is, I will decide my own fate and if I will come with you and what is likely your parents here with you, is that understood child?


He spoke with little passion and what seemed like bits of anger every few words, which gave off a deep growl of a voice which overplayed even his large stature.

would watch as the child exited his room as quickly as he entered, at that moment he moved his gaze towards the small closet of his room and walked to it. Grabbing what little clothing he had and cracking his neck he would leave his room. Turning around to close and lock the door he would sigh and look at the floor, thinking of his father and his wish for him to never become a shinobi or even participate in clan affairs. What was he doing? He could simply stay at the orphanage until he was old enough to get a normal job and work for a living just as his father would have wished! At that moment he began hearing the noises of a roaring fire and the clash of steel causing his gaze to shoot up and away from the ground, he was remembering the day his father, one of the most powerful shinobi in the village was killed. Clenching his fists tightly he would grit his teeth, he knew his goals could only become reality with power, and he intended to use everything to his advantage to gain such power.

Walking down the hallway he would see Kenzo standing with his mother, she was tall for a woman, but still heavily overshadowed by Kenshin's massive frame. "I have prepared my things for the move" he said in his usual deep voice, completely devoid of all emotion other than pure hatred of this situation and it's showing of how reliant he actually was on others for help.