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Six Minutes (Rurouni Kenshin, Shishio, #16)

Title: Six Minutes

Summary: His life, his sins had come and gone in six minutes.

Author's Note: Relatively mild and references to Peter Pan. Oh, hey, Kenshin has red hair too! ::snorts::

Villain: Shishio Makoto

Theme: #16 4:54 p.m.

Rated: Deliciously Wicked

Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is copyright (Nobuhiro Watsuki.) No infringement or disrespect is intended by this non-profit, non-commercial amateur work of fan fiction, which is not published for profit or material gain. The author and the posters have no intent to infringe any intellectual property rights held by the owners of existing copyrights in Rurouni Kenshin or its derivative works.


All Dogs Go To Heaven

By Clorinda

 

His life, his sins had come and gone in six minutes.


The clock is always ticking inside his head. Tick tock, tick tock. He can't shut it out. Tick, tock. Tick tock. Tick. Tock. Tickk. Toocckk.

   Clamped in the crocodile's mouth.

   In death, what does it matter? If he was good, if he was bad? If he could command loyalty and inspire bravery, doesn't that make him good? … He smiles a little ruefully to himself. His logic is still not as good as Hoji; he can't turn black to white. He can turn white to black.

   Hell, anyway, he's dead now.

   16:54.

   He had been alive for six minutes before his world erupted like a volcano of flame and blood and rage. Six minutes. Inexorable precious time. The clock always in her hand, the hands always ticking. The despair in her eyes. Such little faith in him.

   Her eyes had burned him, castigated him for throwing her away, for rushing into battle to appease, indulge his lust for victory. She had known he wouldn't win. Not like that. Not as handicapped as that.

   Was that why he had kissed her? Grasped her chin and tilted her mouth to meet his crushing lips? The eyes had fluttered closed, savouring the last contact with him. At least that kiss that meant so little to him and everything to her, had blotted out her fear and silent reproach.

   Because the clock keeps ticking. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tick tock tock. Ticktockticktock. The sea rushes up from beneath his feet to swallow him. The crocodile's jaws are wide enough to engulf him whole.

 

—- finis -—

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