Disclaimer: Most of the characters in the following fic are property of Nobuhiro Watsuki
Chapter One: On That Dark Day
Mist covered the road in the early morning when two teenagers walked quietly along. One was a nice looking girl with raven hair and dark blue eyes wearing a light purple kimono with her hair tied in a very high ponytail. The other was a boy with very dark red hair wearing a blue gi and a very angry expression.
"Kenji," said the girl; " aren't you going to visit your parent's grave? It is their death anniversary."
Kenji's face, if possible, became even tenser.
"Why should I?" he said in a small yell; "It's not like I knew them!"
"But didn't you spend time with your mother?" asked the girl.
"You don't know anything about it, Chiharu!" yelled Kenji, looking more irritated than ever; "All she did was look out into nothing all day waiting for my good-for-nothing father!"
"Kenji!" shouted Chiharu who was now slightly red "How can you say that about them! If you never knew him, how could you know what he was like? And on the day they died too!"
Everything became silent. All Kenji could do was look at her as she tried to catch her breath. He could see she was trying to contain a certain emotion. Maybe she had something more to say.
"She's right," he thought; "I never took the time to ask for the truth about anything, about my father. But I can't tell this to Chiharu, it will make me look like a fool."
They did not utter a word to each other until they reached a clearing. Kenji then realized for the first time where he was, his parent's burial place. A strange feeling came over him. It was as if he was both angry and sad, but still he was a little relieved. Was he glad to be there? Maybe.
Chiharu was sitting in a patch of flowers pick some of the best blossoms that she could find and placing them in a small wooden basket. Kenji watched as she gently plucked the plants from the ground.
"She looks really nice like that," he thought.
Chiharu turned around to face him and smiled. He went red and quickly looked away. She let out a soft giggle and went back to gathering the flowers.
Later, Chiharu placed the basket, which was now filled with well-arranged blooms, near a tombstone that had the names "Himura Kenshin" and "Himura Kaoru" engraved onto it. She kneeled down and fell silent for a moment then looked up to Kenji standing there with the same face he had had that morning. Chiharu made a gesture that told him to join her, but still he did not move a muscle.
She turned back to the lonely looking grave and closed her eyes.
"Please help him," she whispered; "if only he could see what you were like, before this happened."
A gentle breeze suddenly blew past. Kenji and Chiharu's hair flew gracefully along with it. Nearby, and old cherry blossom tree began to loose its flowers, they then joined the wind as it traveled swiftly past the dense woods that lay a few meters away from the clearing.
"Its very beautiful," she said as she stood up.
"Yes," said Kenji; "lets go now, I think it will start raining soon. He looked up to the sky as clouds began to slowly cover it.
"Fine then." she said and she followed Kenji away from the clearing.
Kenji stopped for a moment and stared blankly at his father's name on the small stone plate.
"What was he like?" he wondered; "I guess I'll find out someday."
They slowly walked away from the grave that gradually faded into the thick fog that suddenly came over them. Chiharu looked at Kenji, who was now lost in thought, and began to say something. But she never got the chance, because at that moment, because out of nowhere came a silhouette that fell to the ground with a soft thud onto the street floor.
Chapter One: On That Dark Day
Mist covered the road in the early morning when two teenagers walked quietly along. One was a nice looking girl with raven hair and dark blue eyes wearing a light purple kimono with her hair tied in a very high ponytail. The other was a boy with very dark red hair wearing a blue gi and a very angry expression.
"Kenji," said the girl; " aren't you going to visit your parent's grave? It is their death anniversary."
Kenji's face, if possible, became even tenser.
"Why should I?" he said in a small yell; "It's not like I knew them!"
"But didn't you spend time with your mother?" asked the girl.
"You don't know anything about it, Chiharu!" yelled Kenji, looking more irritated than ever; "All she did was look out into nothing all day waiting for my good-for-nothing father!"
"Kenji!" shouted Chiharu who was now slightly red "How can you say that about them! If you never knew him, how could you know what he was like? And on the day they died too!"
Everything became silent. All Kenji could do was look at her as she tried to catch her breath. He could see she was trying to contain a certain emotion. Maybe she had something more to say.
"She's right," he thought; "I never took the time to ask for the truth about anything, about my father. But I can't tell this to Chiharu, it will make me look like a fool."
They did not utter a word to each other until they reached a clearing. Kenji then realized for the first time where he was, his parent's burial place. A strange feeling came over him. It was as if he was both angry and sad, but still he was a little relieved. Was he glad to be there? Maybe.
Chiharu was sitting in a patch of flowers pick some of the best blossoms that she could find and placing them in a small wooden basket. Kenji watched as she gently plucked the plants from the ground.
"She looks really nice like that," he thought.
Chiharu turned around to face him and smiled. He went red and quickly looked away. She let out a soft giggle and went back to gathering the flowers.
Later, Chiharu placed the basket, which was now filled with well-arranged blooms, near a tombstone that had the names "Himura Kenshin" and "Himura Kaoru" engraved onto it. She kneeled down and fell silent for a moment then looked up to Kenji standing there with the same face he had had that morning. Chiharu made a gesture that told him to join her, but still he did not move a muscle.
She turned back to the lonely looking grave and closed her eyes.
"Please help him," she whispered; "if only he could see what you were like, before this happened."
A gentle breeze suddenly blew past. Kenji and Chiharu's hair flew gracefully along with it. Nearby, and old cherry blossom tree began to loose its flowers, they then joined the wind as it traveled swiftly past the dense woods that lay a few meters away from the clearing.
"Its very beautiful," she said as she stood up.
"Yes," said Kenji; "lets go now, I think it will start raining soon. He looked up to the sky as clouds began to slowly cover it.
"Fine then." she said and she followed Kenji away from the clearing.
Kenji stopped for a moment and stared blankly at his father's name on the small stone plate.
"What was he like?" he wondered; "I guess I'll find out someday."
They slowly walked away from the grave that gradually faded into the thick fog that suddenly came over them. Chiharu looked at Kenji, who was now lost in thought, and began to say something. But she never got the chance, because at that moment, because out of nowhere came a silhouette that fell to the ground with a soft thud onto the street floor.