Watching Kenshin so young, so confused. It was a bit strange. She could still see moments where he was like that now, usually when it came to her actually wanting him, desiring him, as if he couldnt understand such a thing.
But someone else had wanted him once long ago. Sayuri wondered just what happened to the woman that he had first loved. He offered to marry her... she accepted, wrapped in his arms....
"Run away with me... Sayuri, please. We can leave Tokyo, go anywhere in the world together. I cant stand seeing you hurt like this again...." Miyano's voice was soft as he held her close, looking at her, his hand hovering over the dark purple bruise that was on her cheek, afraid to touch it for fear of hurting her.
"I... I cant." Her voice was so broken. "He will kill me... Maybe he should. Then you will both be free of me. I am useless."
"Dont say that. Sayuri, we cant stay here. That's it. Tomorrow night, we are going to leave. Pack what you can and I'll bring my car. We'll leave Tokyo in the night. Please Sayuri." It was the desperation in his eyes that finally got her to give in. There was never much that she could deny him. Sayuri loved him. "Fine, tomorrow night. I'll be waiting."
But that night never went the way that they had planned it to. Her husband had found out about Miyano, and one of the servants told him that she was packing what she could into two suitcases, filling one with things she loved and the other with things she could sell for them.
She waited, but Miyano did not come. It was nearly midnight when her husband called her to his office. Assuming that he wished her for pleasure, she walked into the room without knocking. The sight that greeted her made Sayuri freeze. There, chained to wall was Miyano, bleeding and already missing one eye. He looked barely alive.
"This is what happens when you leave me little bitch." Her husband said as he walked towards her, his hands covered in her lover's blood. "Beg me. Get on your hands and knees and beg me to spare his pathetic life. Promise me that you will always be mine and I will let him live."
Sayuri immediately dropped to her hands and knees, her tears dripping to the floor as her forehead touched the tile. "Please. I am yours. I will always be your's. Just let him live and I will do all that you say for the rest of my life." The low chuckle from her husband told her that he found this to be funny. The sound of metal being unsheathed though told her that it wasnt enough. She heard the sound of the katana meeting flesh. She was trembling as she heard the head fall to the ground and roll towards her.
"Look at it Sayuri. Look at what you have done."
She did, and the world went white. The trauma was too much and her magic reacted in response to it. The markings that had been tattooed onto her back over the years glowed a vibrant, violent red. magic seemed to move like a whip around her. Her husbands guards charged at her, but they could not reach her before her magic killed them. Down went his friends, his brother and Sayuri felt some small pleasure at it as she sent her magic towards him. First she used it to wrench his eye out from it socket and burn it so it could never grow back. Then it sliced through his stomach... not enough to kill him though, not with the healing power a werewolf held.
Coming back to her senses, Sayuri ran. She took the bags that she had packed and her husband's car and drove. What money she could take out of the account, she paid for a ticket to America and disappeared knowing that should he ever find her, he would do more than simply kill her for what she had done to him.