A/N – For Warg. This is the first time I've ever tried to get inside Megumi's head; I hope I haven't made her too OOC.

Disclaimer – I don't own Ruroken, alas. Don't sue.


Kindred Spirits


Megumi knows something of blades.

Her steady, competent hands grip her scalpel with firm strength, cutting through flesh and sometimes bone with skilful dexterity. And so she recognises a fellow master when she sees him, when she watches Kenshin handle his awkward sword with such effective grace.

Surgeons, too, must be ruthless, for the greater good of the patient.

Cancers must be cut out and destroyed, lest they spread too far throughout the body. Rotting, useless limbs must be amputated. And sometimes a quick, merciful death is preferable to lingering, protracted suffering.

Yes, she understands what hitokiri Battousai did at his master's behest.

And she understands exactly what it cost him.