A/N: My first attempt at an angst fic. This is slightly A/U. Based off a song by Garth Brooks.
Disclaimer: I don't own RK or Garth Brooks' songs.
Beaches of Kyoto
KiahWMConnie
Prologue
Aoshi's POV
I can not forget what I've done. I can not come to forgive myself. That is why I faked my own death. When the explosion hit the bridge…that was my chance. I eluded the eyes of Sagara and the Wolf and made it appear that I died in the fire. I can't go back to the Aoiya. I couldn't do that to them, to Misao. That was about four months ago.
Now I am walking down this empty road. I must be near Tokyo. As I walk and remember these things, I can't help but think of Misao.
Several years ago, I left the Aoiya. I later learned that in those years, because I didn't come back, Misao had scaled Japan looking for me. She stopped at nothing to find me. That is why this time, I "died" instead of left. I'm sure it would pain her to hear the news, but it would pain her more to go on searching for me.
I know that this way she can live a happy life. She can forget about me and start a new life, meet a new man, start a family, and live happily ever after. All I want is for her to be happy.
I'm sure her eyes by now have stopped crying. Her heart will be healing and her braid will begin bouncing again. She was and still is quite the blessing to the Aoiya and to the Oniwabanshuu.
I sigh. She will definitely be happy now.
A/N: Gomen! I know it's short, but this is really just a background of the story.
Warning: This will be a bittersweet story, depending on how you look at it. I cried writing it. Is that good? lol.