Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic which I have ashamedly not updated in a very long time. I am sorry to all of my readers and to those who have me on their favorite and alert lists. Hopefully, I can make you happy again. I have decided to delete and repost. If your curious about this then check out my profile page. I posted an explanation. The only draw back is that I lose my wonderful reviews; but, I am happy that I saved them as emails so I still have them!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Rurouni Kenshin or the characters

Mature content and bad language warning for all chapters.

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

With You

I was laying on a bench under a sakura tree in the atrium of Tokyo University's newly built dojo and training facility. Kasshin Hall is what they decided to name the new facility. The dedication ceremony would be tonight. It was built in the style of the dojos of old with all the amenities of the new. The building had a medical wing with the most advanced equipment any hospital would be envious of, weights and cardio room, wellness spa, 4 practice areas and a main tournament dojo that stood alone. Kasshin Hall is truly a sight to behold. The schools martial arts clubs are very lucky.

The dojo was finished just in time for the new school year in honor and memory of Kamiya Koshijiro. He was the first kendo world champion of the school and holds the record of 3 world and 5 national titles, and during all this, along with school work he managed to found and create his own sword style, The Kamiya Kasshin Ryu. Dojos were popping up all over Japan featuring Kamiya Kasshin as its main kendo style. It was a shock to everyone when news of his death 5 years ago spread. Murdered. His body was found in his home. In various places in his home to be exact. I think the paper said that it took all of 2 weeks to find all of Kamiya-san's body parts. I cringe at the thought. How gruesome the scene was. I clench my fists and shut my eyes tight in an attempt to block out the feminine screams and look of utter horror and betrayal in those damn beautifully haunting sapphire eyes.

My breath caught when I saw those eyes so clearly in my head. Remembering to breathe again I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. A young girl was approaching but when I looked at her she yelped and ran off. I didn't need a mirror to know my eyes were burning amber. They were never the carefree amethyst only she was able to bring out anymore. I fear they never will be again, but at least they weren't the molten gold that was there 5 years ago. I sighed and lay back down on the bench. The ceremony was still hours away. I decided to come early, very early in case of…whatever. I don't really know why I came so early. Perhaps I was just waiting for something or someone. I shut my eyes again and slowly drifted to sleep.

Thanks for everyone's patience with me and my horrible indecisiveness. Please feel free to review again if you already had before or if you are new, your opinion is greatly appreciated. This chapter was left in tact, not altered at all from the first draft.