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Summary: Kenshin contemplates on the differences and similarities between Tomoe and Kaoru.
*death afraid* I am writing a ficlet from Kenshin's POV! Some people don't understand why that frightens me so much, but he is like, the deepest and most complicated character in RK. And, I guess, I have a hard time understanding him sometimes.
I haven't written anything RK in what, about two months? I've been extremely busy, and it's not like anyone missed me anyway . . . =_=
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Never Perfect - A ficlet in Himura Kenshin's POV by Maaya
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When I look at her face, the wide blue eyes sometimes transforms into sadder, black ones.
When I look at the high ponytail restraining her hair, I sometimes think of it as lower.
But when I feel the sunny warmth her personality radiates, it is impossible to make it seem like the cool sadness Tomoe had around her.
I am ashamed to admit that I have tried to see Tomoe in Kaoru, but I have found that such a thing will never work, and the empty spot Tomoe left me will never again be filled, merely touched with balms.
I have kind of the same feeling when I am with her as I had back then with Tomoe, but yet not.
Tomoe was mild and caring, but touched with so much sorrow a dark ghost of melancholy always followed her in her steps.
Kaoru is . . . not mild like that maybe, but lively and definitely caring, like a sun kissed cloud in the sky, or merrily swaying seed in the fields a windy afternoon.
Feelings stirring up whenever I meet her are protective ones, just like when I met Tomoe, but they do not hold the same place in my heart.
Kaoru will never *replace* Tomoe, but maybe help me heal, just a little.
Only, I do not deserve to protect Kaoru. Tomoe, I thought I could protect, but I later realized I had no right to do so.
Kaoru is too good to be protected by someone like me, too pure, too innocent.
I do not hope to atone for my sins, but maybe, if I tried hard enough, I'll someday be worthy enough to protect her. If only I could bury my hitokiri- spirit deep inside me, maybe it would work. Maybe.
I wish to be perfect, but the memory of a killer is too etched into me.
I will never be perfect.
My hands are still bloodstained.
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The End
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Summary: Kenshin contemplates on the differences and similarities between Tomoe and Kaoru.
*death afraid* I am writing a ficlet from Kenshin's POV! Some people don't understand why that frightens me so much, but he is like, the deepest and most complicated character in RK. And, I guess, I have a hard time understanding him sometimes.
I haven't written anything RK in what, about two months? I've been extremely busy, and it's not like anyone missed me anyway . . . =_=
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Never Perfect - A ficlet in Himura Kenshin's POV by Maaya
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When I look at her face, the wide blue eyes sometimes transforms into sadder, black ones.
When I look at the high ponytail restraining her hair, I sometimes think of it as lower.
But when I feel the sunny warmth her personality radiates, it is impossible to make it seem like the cool sadness Tomoe had around her.
I am ashamed to admit that I have tried to see Tomoe in Kaoru, but I have found that such a thing will never work, and the empty spot Tomoe left me will never again be filled, merely touched with balms.
I have kind of the same feeling when I am with her as I had back then with Tomoe, but yet not.
Tomoe was mild and caring, but touched with so much sorrow a dark ghost of melancholy always followed her in her steps.
Kaoru is . . . not mild like that maybe, but lively and definitely caring, like a sun kissed cloud in the sky, or merrily swaying seed in the fields a windy afternoon.
Feelings stirring up whenever I meet her are protective ones, just like when I met Tomoe, but they do not hold the same place in my heart.
Kaoru will never *replace* Tomoe, but maybe help me heal, just a little.
Only, I do not deserve to protect Kaoru. Tomoe, I thought I could protect, but I later realized I had no right to do so.
Kaoru is too good to be protected by someone like me, too pure, too innocent.
I do not hope to atone for my sins, but maybe, if I tried hard enough, I'll someday be worthy enough to protect her. If only I could bury my hitokiri- spirit deep inside me, maybe it would work. Maybe.
I wish to be perfect, but the memory of a killer is too etched into me.
I will never be perfect.
My hands are still bloodstained.
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The End
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