AU. Himura Kenshin has spent six lifetimes in a cycle of wandering and losing Kamiya Kaoru. How many more lifetimes will it take to find his answers and live happily ever after?
An attempt to venture back into writing now that I'm older. Please review! :)
Disclaimer: I DISCLAIM EVERYTHING. I wish I owned Kenshin the way he owns my heart.
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The Seventh Cycle
Chapter 1: The Edges of Dream
Sessha wa rurouni, he whispers into her hair. He can feel the long black strands clinging around him and seeping into his skin with that distinct scent.
He turns to leave, tendrils of hair lingering after him like soft fingertips. As if they were her fingertips. As if she were willing them to do, to say, what she couldn't choke out to him. As if she were willing him to stay.
He feels her drowning behind him and he tries to turn around desperately - I have to save her - but he doesn't, can't. Even as he is struggling to turn and catch a glimpse, he falls away from her and he thinks - This isn't fair.
He falls and disperses, melting into the soft lights around him. He melts into the air in a river of blood, his heart floating in pieces around him. Behind him are shattered gasps and he can see her blue eyes swimming in an ocean.
His breathing speeds up and turns shallow.
I can't breathe.
He is gasping for air in time with her and -
Himura Kenshin sits up with a start, his hand cletching his shirt tightly. His heart is racing and he tries to catch his breath.
What. The fuck.
He remembers fireflies and jasmines. He clutches his head in pain, taking in deep slow breaths. Blue eyes. He curls into a ball in his bed, his eyes sliding to his alarm clock. Its' green, digital numbers blink steadily at him.
3:32 AM
He stares at it for a while, feeling his mind empty and his heartbeat slow down.
He slips back into sleep restlessly.