Summary: This is a ficcie of Kaoru's memories before she dies. They are of how she and Kenshin met as assassin partners, had some issues, and fell in love, etc! Pretty much the same old K&K...sort of...ok, maybe not exactly! You will see many familiar faces from OVA and Meiji era but this ficcie takes place during Meiji! Don't be fooled(; tee hee..inside joke)! It's way past the Bakumatsu and everything. I like to change history in my ficcies! teehee! It ain't my fault! I'm just a stupid fool;)!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters such as Kenshin, Kaoru, Tomoe, Katsura, etc. Okay? Don't sue me, I'm not stealing these characters; this is just a story I'm writing about them to entertain myself (and hopefully you too). Thank you much! :D ( -- "thank you much" is my thing, by the way, you may get it from me a lot…)

AN: I am a fan of tragedies, so expect some tear-jerkers. I try to make them sad a LOT. even though it usually turns out to be a comedy...oh well. OK, when I use the star things it means I'm switching to a different character (If the current character is Kenshin I will talk about his thoughts and his only. It's kinda like POV…If I use the star things I'm explaining someone else's thoughts, ok?). means that I'm skipping to a different time or that the next scene is later on or earlier. Get it? If you don't, I think you will once you read. Okay? cuz I don't want anyone confused. This ficcie is going to be long, as in many chapters compared to my usual stuff. Oh and the > things, I use them to show when someone is whispering or usually when they are muttering to themselves. I use them in all of my ficcies. Holy CRAPPER, I talk too much! Gomen, this is like, my first series aside from the one that got taken off and I need to repost...Here I go again! My A.N. is going to be longer than my story! On with the show!

Red Rain

Part one: silver and gold

I am happy. In fact, I think this is one of my most happy moments ever. I'm lying next to my baka anata and I am…happy. This is the way things should have always been. Though it was very different all those years ago...

Evening. Men are drinking and partying except for a kid with red hair tied in a high ponytail who was sitting in a corner with his golden eyes shaded by his bangs. His sake cup was resting in his hand half-empty and it stayed there as unmoving as the drinker. You might think he was dead at first glance, with his non-breathing appearance, but he was breathing and he was moving. Well, his eyes were anyway. They glanced from place to place observing all actions happening. The dancing drunks, the passed out drunks, all drunks. Pitiful, disgusting, and all unworthy of the titles they were given. Each was nothing but an ungrateful drunk. They ran on a schedule, really: kill, get paid, buy sake, and get drunk. That was it. He despised it.

Besides his eyes, his ears were working as well. He caught most of the drunken morons talking about stupid things out of their stupid lives. That's always what it was. Morons. He could play it over and over and over in his head without there being any distruth in it. Morons, morons, morons, morons. Drunken morons. They had no purpose in life. Kill, drink, kill, drink. The most boring life, the most moronic life.

Obviously this red head was having a bad day. (AN: Can't you tell? I hope you can tell. If you can't then I'm a failure as a writer. Actually I kinda am but I'm writing anyway. Send an assassin after me if I don't stop talking please…) He thought about his co-workers some more and then took a swig of sake, draining the cup. It wasn't that good to him anymore. What was the point? Drink a half-satisfying drink and then lose your mind because of the stupid alcohol? He drank it to get less tense at the moment but one cup didn't seem to have an effect so he threw it. It shattered on the opposite wall and heads turned toward him.

Let them look; they wouldn't remember it in the morning with the alcohol chewing on their brains, the morons. They turned back after about ten seconds and the noise continued; the laughter, the stories- the moronic stories. They're like women, he thought, gossiping like women. (AN: I'm not making fun of gossipers, ok? Kenshin is. I mean, we've all done it, admit it. It may have been 'thousands of years ago' but in one point in time we just couldn't help it…)

Suddenly he heard voices outside the door and listened. It was his boss and some girl.

"Careful, now, they're all drunk," His boss said, "Don't let them try anything. I'm sure you know how to handle guys like these, though, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem."

"If they do try anything," A malicious voice replied, "I'll kill them," The red head raised an eyebrow. Such confidence for such a young sounding girl. Though, he was only sixteen, so he was young too. And he was the best fighter out of all of his co-workers, let alone the youngest. Even if they were sober. She must've been good; girls didn't usually get in. In fact, she was the first.

"Feisty, huh?" His boss said, "Well, you ready?"

"I have been, sir," The girl replied. The door opened and all became silent again as everyone turned to see who was leaving or who was coming in. Nosy little morons…

The men began to howl as they saw the young girl step in. She placed her hand firmly on the hilt of the sword on her waist.

The red head watched her as she stopped near the middle of the room. He nearly scoffed when he couldn't see her eyes, for they were hidden beneath her bangs. But he could see that she was wearing a short violet kimono (AN: I'm obsessed with the whole short kimono thing. I love em, I think they are so cool, and easy to move around in. I even got to wear one from my grandma on halloween!) and long black boots. They were almost the same black as her raven hair but her hair was beautiful and silky. It was tied up in a high ponytail like his. Her obi was tied in a large but pretty knot and was the same plain violet silk that her kimono was made of. Now all he wanted to see were her eyes.

"What're you here for, little lady?" One drunken moron laughed, "'Cause we could use someone like you. Heheh," The girl looked his way and in a flash she whipped out her sword and slashed at his chest. She stood up straight and might have been looking at him, but you couldn't see her eyes, curse it.

"Don't try anything stupid," She said in a low and evil voice. He looked down at his chest and saw his shirt fall in half. "Or I might not miss like that."

"Ahem," The boss got the attention back to him, "This is a new member of our group. Her name is Kamiya. Now she's gonna need a partner. Dare I ask who's volunteering?" All the men began to howl and raise their hands, "I thought so. Kamiya, I think you should pick."

"Hey, Battousai has no partner! He can have her, we all know it'll be the fisrt woman he's ever been with," One man said. The red head looked up and gave him the most menacing glare he could muster, "Or not. I'll take her! Wait, I have a partner...kuso...> ," The man said. (AN: See, he was muttering that last bit to himself! Do you get it?! Do you understand my madness?! MUAHAHA! OK, I'm overdoing it…)

"Yes, that's a good idea," Boss said, "Kamiya, I think you'd be pretty good with Battousai, why don't you go with him?"

She swung her bag over her shoulder, "As long as he doesn't do anything...stupid," She said and turned towards the red head.

The boss laughed and said, "Don't worry, girl, he's the same age as you almost."

She walked over to him and stood next to him as if waiting for something. He looked up confused as to what she was hovering over him for.

"Are you gonna take me to our room? I need to put my stuff away," She said. He sighed and stood up, walking toward one of the many doors lined up on the wall. He slid it open and gestured for her to go in. He followed her in and pointed to a futon on the other side of the room. He walked over to a neat one he flopped onto in a sitting position. And he stayed sitting...with his sword leaned against his shoulder. She wondered if he ever laid down.

She walked over to her futon and unfolded it, "Why is it so dusty?" She asked.

"Look, I don't need a partner, okay? I've never had one. That's why it hasn't been used in years. So, just leave me alone," The red head replied. She shrugged.

"You're pretty young, you know. I think we'd make a good team. You fifteen like me?"

"No, I'm sixteen. Now, leave…me…alone," He shut his eyes but she knew he wasn't trying to sleep. She finished setting up her futon and then walked over to him and knocked on his head…hard.

"What the h--!" He yelled at her.

She just held out her hand and said before he could finish, "My name is Kamiya Kaoru," she said. When he didn't reply she said, "Well are you gonna answer me?"

"The morons call me Battousai. My name's Kenshin," He said.

She grabbed his hand and shook, then said, "What's wrong, you seem upset?"

"I'm just in a bad mood today…" He didn't say anything more than that so Kaoru walked over to her futon.

She flopped onto it and pretended to sleep. But he knew she wasn't. He was just having a very bad day.

But he finally got to see her eyes when she stood over him waiting for a response. They were cold silver eyes that showed no mercy.

AN: Okay, I KNOW her eyes are blue! Just humor me and review. I have several chappies already written for this but I need to know if it' stupid. Thank you much! Oh, and gomen if it was kinda short to you, I'm not the best writer.