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Happy (late xD) birthday, Author-chan! You wanted a rurouni years fic, and here it is. I meant to write something lighter hearted than this, but then this plotbunny struck, and...I couldn't resist. Hope you enjoy!
Day-to-Day
by misaoshiru
There were days when he didn't know whether it was worth it to remain alive. He felt the weight of the dead crushing down on him. He smelled the scent of blood, still clinging to him – fresh, even after a year of travel. He saw corpses everywhere, even in cities, when he was surrounded by the living. And he heard the cries of innocent victims resounding in his ears, even when he was alone.
There were also days when he felt the cooling rain – her tears, the tears she shed for someone as unworthy as him. He smelled her perfume, carried on the wind, fresh in his nostrils, even years after her death. He saw her shadow in the clouds, her reflection in the rivers – she was watching over him, always. And he heard her voice, whispered on the wind, in the trees. These were the days worth living for.