I request to write a Kenshin's son related fanfic as the contest prize, and it's just lovely! I ask her permission to post it here, enjoy it!

Some explanations of :
"Gaijin" literally means "outside person" and is an insulting term for foreigners in Japan. I wrote this with the thought of Kenji being about 11 years old.

Battousai's Son

It happened again today. I went to school and tried to be calm like Mom told me to. They threw the usual stuff out. “Gaijin! Outsider! Go back to your black ships!”

And I’m ok with that. I’m used to being called names because my hair and eyes are different and I’m small and my clothes are old and patched and dirty…but that’s not the point. I can take all that.

But then they said it. “Your mother went and whored herself out to a gaijin!”

All the breathing exercises I’ve been taught to control my temper, pretending to be like a stone so their insults roll off, snapped. How dare they call my mother that!

I was moving before I could help myself. One of them went down with a bloody nose and I kicked the knees out from the big one behind me. My hands itched for a shinai, for anything to clobber them with, but then the teacher arrived.

“Kenji! Fighting again!”

The other boys snickered as I was dragged away by my ear. I will not lower myself to their level, though. I didn’t tell the teacher what a shameful thing they said about my mother.

“I would discipline you myself, but your mother and father asked you be taken home the next time you do this.”

He dragged me to my school bag and I picked up my brush and paper in a rush, eager to escape the stifling wooden building. I practically ran to the gate.

“I’ll be stopping by your house on my way home to make sure you went straight there. Don’t try to pull anything.”

The walk home was usually short, but today it just dragged on and on. The sixth time I’ve been caught fighting at school this year, and they haven’t caught me every time. Mom’s going to kill me.

Dad saw me first, though. He could see me come in the gate from where he was doing the laundry.

“Kenji? Why are you home so early?”

The red hair, the unassuming watery eyes, his vacant smile. This man is the cause. If he even just looked like a proper Japanese, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I could blend in. But the scar, the way his eyes go cold as a blizzard when someone makes him angry. The other boys say he’s the legendary manslayer, and I hear them talk about how they’d like to be like him, deadly with the sword, but then the fear shows. They’re terrified of him, of what he is. “Demon. Inhuman. A man above the law.”

I ignore his question and kick my sandals off to the side, going straight to the dojo, where I can hear the clack of bamboo. He’s behind me, but I won’t acknowledge him. I can’t take it. Looking at him and knowing that his existence has forever marked me. I can never be just another boy with just another father. I will always be Battousai’s son.

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