It was dark, and the hospital was nearly vacant. I was a frequent patient here, due to my chronic disease.
I had seen them bring in the samurai; handsome and pained, and was hoping my power would be enough to help him.
I wasn't just a patient—I was a priestess. Despite my weak body, my spiritual power was great. I wanted nothing more than to help people with what little strength I had.
So I entered the room. The samurai was covered in blood. I had heard tell he was the legendary Battousai, and his name was Kenshin Himura.
Kenshin's head whipped back and forth, pain etched on his features.
I sat next to him, breathed in, and let my silver light flow into his body. The pain relaxed from his features, and he calmed.
As he slept, I cleaned the blood off of his sleeping form.
After a little while, he stirred.
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The first thing Kenshin noticed about the priestess was how tired she looked.
She looked absolutely exhausted, and he knew it was from healing him.
A pang of guilt.
Why did she help him? He was Battousai, a killer. She was a priestess, a protector of life and humans.
Yet there was something more. There was something ethereal about her. Not quite human.
Now that he got a good look, there were marks—tattoos?
They reminded him of a strange priest he had met once. A Lotis Master.
Were they runes? He leaned forward. Her eyes opened and she pressed him back to the bed.
"Don't push yourself." The Priestess said. "My name is Kuri.
"I am Kenshin, that I am." Kenshin said. "Why...did you save me?"
Kuri smiled. "Why not?"
Kenshin had no answer. Because he was a killer? Better not say that.
"You will have to show me..." Kenshin said, then coughed. "The Lotis."
Kuri laughed. "Easy there, tough guy. When you are all better I'll spar with you. How's that sound?"
Kenshin couldn't argue. He felt so relaxed when he was near her. So...peaceful.
His eyes closed.