Hidden Truth
A/N: This is a different ending. An alternative. I didn't like the ending so I made one up. Warning: Yaoi. If you don't like it or doesn't understand what Yaoi means, take my advice: you should go back to the previous page and find another story. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own samurai 7
A year has passed since the war in the village of Kanna. Everyone parted to their separate ways. Well… almost everyone. Shichiroji was married to his girlfriend at the Dragonfly House(More like a bar really). Heihachi decided to live on with Gorobei and his group of migrating street performances. Katsushiro's feelings for Kirara were now accepted and was able to live in Kanna village. Kikuchiyo worked as a protector of the village, he sometimes help the farmers with the crop.
Everyone wonders what happens to the silent and to the old samurais.
Katsushiro was also curious and asks Kirara, who was curious as well, to find out what happened to Kambei and Kyuzo. With the help of the Dowsing Crystal, Kirara was able to visualize where and what those two were doing.
She gasped in shock, her eyes wide open.
"What is it, Lady Kirara?" Katsushiro asked while he grabbed hold of her arm.
"Gather any samurais that are available at this time, we're going for a visit."
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Katsushiro could only gather Shichiroji since Kikuchiyo was too busy, Heihachi and Gorobei were far from where they are now.
"So what's this all about, miss Kirara?" Shichiroji took a sip from his glass given to him by Kirara.
"Would you like to know a little secret?" she asked, showing a little of amusement.
"Oh? Pray tell, what are you hiding lady Kirara?"
"I know where Kambei and Kyuzo are right at this moment."
Kirara chuckled at his expression. His mouth hit rock-bottom and eyes were wide as saucers. Katsushiro had the same expression.
"H-how…how….????" Katsushiro and Shichiroji asked in unison.
Kirara just giggled.
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Dark clouds starts to form, the sun begins to disappear. His red, keen eyes watched as droplets of rain fell from the sky. His smooth, slender hands trailed over his swollen abdomen. The corner of his lips began to curl upwards. Forming a faint, gentle and loving, smile, no one else has ever seen before. Kambei was the exception.
"You should close the window, Kyuzo." The blond haired turned around to see his samurai leaning at the door.
Kambei smiled. What a beautiful site. He thought.
Oh, how he loves him so. He would give his life for Kyuzo, just to let him live on for them. And he knew, Kyuzo would do the same.