Disclaimer- I do not own Rurouni Kenshin! That I do not.
Tomoe, the Rurouni thought glancing at the night sky. I wonder if you forgive Sessha for killing you both in mind and body?
The wind suddenly picked up, whipping his crimson hair around. An ache in his heart formed, and for a second, he doubled over in pain.
Anata.. Anata.. Don't hurt.. I'm here, anata..
Kenshin looked up in shock, his breath catching in his throat. All he could hear was the silence of the night, and his hand twitched towards his sword. He opened his mouth, about to call for Kaoru to take Yahiko to the dojo, when the wind began blowing so hard, all he could hear was the wind.
And for the longest time, all he could see was the form the wind made, a young, sad looking woman, in a white kimono, with a violet sash. The woman opened her mouth, and the horribly familiar voice rang through his thoughts. Anata.
His feet were cemented on the ground as the figure walked closer to him. The wind roared louder and louder. His arm worked on it's own, reaching for the form of his dead wife. She was solid.
Fear gripped his heart, even though he should have been feeling relief, should have been feeling happiness. Words sipped out of his lips before he could think everything through, "Darling.. My beloved Tomoe.."
And for a second, all he could see was the sad smile on Tomoe's face, turn into a sadistic, maniacal smile.
"Kenshin! Kenshin! What are you doing outside? It's going to storm!" Kaoru's voice rang through the wind, clear as a bell, and suddenly, the wind-formed Tomoe disappeared.
The last thing he registered was the grass rushing towards his face as he fell down.
A/N - I don't remember where I was taking this story, when I wrote it all those years ago, but let's find out!