********************** Author's Note: blah, blah, Kenshin is note (c) to
me... *cries* but oh well! Namie is an original character of one of my
friends, all other charas are (c) to the creator(s) of Kenshin. This is a
fanfic (duh) about um... what would happen if Kenshin's old wife, Tomoe,
were to return from the dead after Kenshin wed Kaoru. Please, R n R!!!
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Prolouge
She stood quietly in the distance, hidden from his sight as she watched him. He looked so happy, so unlike he had been those years ago. The woman standing beside him was pretty, and the child standing by her was obviously his, with the red hair, and innocent eyes, how could that child be anyone but Kenshin's?
She felt her heart bleed as Kenshin turned and kissed his new love softly, as the small child played in front of them, the picture of perfection to her. 'He must've forgotten me by now...' she thought as she forced her eyes away from the scene, 'Kenshin.... You're not the murderer I once knew... Is it because of your new life?' she wondered. It was very likely that his new wife, and son were the things keeping the murderer within Kenshin locked away, she didn't want to ruin that for him. She closed her eyes tightly as a breeze rushed by her, blowing her hair out of it's neat bun.
Kenshin smiled as Kaoru ran after Kenji, their son, he was happier than he had been in a long time, he was almost as happy as he had been during his last days with Tomoe. As the memory of Tomoe permeated through his mind the scent of white plum drifted by, the scent that Kaoru had never been able to replicate, just the small whiff of that familiar scent was enough to send Kenshin's heart racing.
He looked around, almost frantically, hoping and yet dreading that he would find Tomoe waiting for him with a soft smile, and a kind word. He knew his search was pointless, but something inside made him continue searching, "Tomoe... Are you here?"
"Tomoe... we need to get back now..." Namie said softly to her friend.
Tomoe sighed, and nodded, "Very well..." she slowly turned away, and she and Namie started walking away, leaving Kenshin with old scars torn open by a whiff of white plum.
********************P.S. I know this is short!! It's just the prolouge, and it's the holidays, and I'm lazy! So :P
P.P.S. Happy Holidays everyone!!! ****************
Prolouge
She stood quietly in the distance, hidden from his sight as she watched him. He looked so happy, so unlike he had been those years ago. The woman standing beside him was pretty, and the child standing by her was obviously his, with the red hair, and innocent eyes, how could that child be anyone but Kenshin's?
She felt her heart bleed as Kenshin turned and kissed his new love softly, as the small child played in front of them, the picture of perfection to her. 'He must've forgotten me by now...' she thought as she forced her eyes away from the scene, 'Kenshin.... You're not the murderer I once knew... Is it because of your new life?' she wondered. It was very likely that his new wife, and son were the things keeping the murderer within Kenshin locked away, she didn't want to ruin that for him. She closed her eyes tightly as a breeze rushed by her, blowing her hair out of it's neat bun.
Kenshin smiled as Kaoru ran after Kenji, their son, he was happier than he had been in a long time, he was almost as happy as he had been during his last days with Tomoe. As the memory of Tomoe permeated through his mind the scent of white plum drifted by, the scent that Kaoru had never been able to replicate, just the small whiff of that familiar scent was enough to send Kenshin's heart racing.
He looked around, almost frantically, hoping and yet dreading that he would find Tomoe waiting for him with a soft smile, and a kind word. He knew his search was pointless, but something inside made him continue searching, "Tomoe... Are you here?"
"Tomoe... we need to get back now..." Namie said softly to her friend.
Tomoe sighed, and nodded, "Very well..." she slowly turned away, and she and Namie started walking away, leaving Kenshin with old scars torn open by a whiff of white plum.
********************P.S. I know this is short!! It's just the prolouge, and it's the holidays, and I'm lazy! So :P
P.P.S. Happy Holidays everyone!!! ****************