A/N: I love this pairing, so I attempted to write something for them. Review please!
Beautiful was not a word that could be used to describe Tomoe, Kenshin felt.
That word was much too coarse, overused, and bland.
Tomoe was magnificent, stunning, flawless. Those were words that suited her well.
She was spectacular, even in death. Kenshin would never forget the way her blood had stained the snow.
He had ruined everything.
Now there was nothing left of that simple glory except for the occasional scent of white plum brought by the wind.