Himura hung his head, with his eyes shut. He fought against the tears, he would've cried over Tomoe, now, after he burned their house down. It was all gone, only a distant memory in the back of his mind. Kenshin swore he could still feel the arms of Tomoe around his body, comforting, soothing and so warm.
Man shook his head, no it's not real, that woman she'd loved him and yet, at the same time hated.
He gasped for cold winter air to reach his lungs and rose his head. Red hair on a ponytail slashed through air, as he quickly turned his back and walked away from his memories, and swore,
"I will avenge everyone… who did this to you… To-mo-e…", he barely whispered her name, for it was too painful.
He started walking away, silently, alone and filled with hatred away from the house, burned to the ground, remaining now only ashes and slight smoke still rising from the ruins. Kenshin never looked back, he continued his journey, pressing Tomoe's silk scarf to his chest. Knowing all too well, he was one that was responsible of her beloveds death, as anyone else.
On the snow covered path, he heard a slight noise, coming from above, from the trees. He froze and got ready, pressing his hand on his katana. Yes, he would be more than ready, ready to kill again. That path he had left so long ago… for Tomoe.
Three men jumped elegantly, cat like, surrounding him, their faces covered with black cloths. Showing willingness and hatred from their eyes.
"Himura! You're not going any further!", man in front of him shouted, it was obvious he was grinning behind the cloth, Kenshin could read that from his eye expression.
While he felt cutting and burning pain on his back, falling down on his knees to the snow. Bleeding from his back, leaving a dark red mark, growing, on pure white ground. His hand, that once held Tomoe's scarf, opened, letting that silky, light fabric fall to the ground, gliding like a feather.
He pulled out his sword, desperately getting back on his feet, ignoring the pain. That man had got him good.
"If I'm going to die…. I'm not going alone!!", he yelled with pure rage in his voice.
Kenshin rushed upon that man, who was standing, ready to fight, in front of him. Being ever quicker, ever more vengeful, he pulled his hand back. A small light shined from his blade, as he let his hand do the same, as so many times before. Cutting, sharp katana blade, made the opponent defenceless, too slow.
He would never realise, not anymore, what got him. As his head, slid slowly to the ground. Blood gushing from his major veins in the neck, it seemed for a split of a second, that it really was raining blood. Rest of the body felled to it's back, hands and legs, still twitching from the sudden death.
This was no joke anymore, Himura still got two men to go, and it was not going to be easy, not even for him.
It had been too long time, since the last time he had fought like this, with this burning passion, only to kill.
The pain was growing and spreading to his entire body, making him bit his teeth together, grinning with hurt, both in his body and in his heart. Yet, he wasn't going to give up, turning around and facing the other two. His expression on the face changed, to shear determination. Kenshin nodded to himself as a small sign for himself, to continue, what ever may come. Today, it'll definitely rain blood.