Hello! I use to publish stories and poems on here all the time, but then I couldn't find the time to do it. Now, I'm back mostly due to encouragement by friends.
I own no rights to Kenshin! Just a fan! :3
Tomoe's P.O.V.
Distinguish yourself or forever hold your peace.
A woman of class is defined by wedlock and sophistication; beauty that can render a grown man useless and to the point of bleeding hysteria on your feet. My father is no stuffed aristocrat with sparkling hands, only hands of a samurai. Why, I'm a trophy wife, something to only illuminate the status of my family and husband. Oh, the tears, blood and sweat that were put into this kimono will refuse to cease in my mind.
A match made in society!
Oh, look the golden ticket, the reaper to my ghastly future, the answer to my sin.
A manslayer comes knocking on the door
How his limbs were torn in two and splattered at the walls, almost as if some kind of fine art.
Deceive the already manipulated, and cheat them of their fun.
My lips moist with his blood, a taste so bittersweet on my tongue. He had ripened so, just for me, just for me to feign pleasure and seek nothing in return. But a fight is what his killer craves, than it is temptation that will be the end of him, in the slowest detail. Does this kitten seem helpless enough? Oh, yes, yes! Now, be as submissive as mouse and as treacherous as a snake.
Under my caked mask, is the face of an avenger.
Kenshin has the soul of a warrior and the heart of a boy. His innocence was compromised for humanity, what a shame. His face grows long, as his scar creases even more. The scar of a lover in vain, a lover with two left feet. As Kenshin dreams with sweet faces, I like continuing to change mine.
Your light penetrated my eyes, blinding them a fantasy.
You took me away from known civilization to a paradise, where I was always by you and for you. My bared truths are locked, and brought alive by ink. I cannot see myself in the mirror as I once did before with such grace and posed thin lips, onyx colored hair framing my slender face, the scent of plum mesmerizing my prey. No. Your eyes, have brought my esteem to be controlled by everything you do and say, stop making me forget my purpose to ridding the world of one more manslayer! Stop, holding me in your arms like some kind of victim! Stop, making me fall in…
We are one, one life, one love, one far cry from peaceful.
Your touch poisons the senses my love, can't you see me wither under your glare...and hear me sigh your name in ecstasy…
Let control slip from my fingers.
My conscience has spoken to me through whispers of the winter winds. I love him, I forgive him, and I will protect him. Brother, no! Please, confide in your eldest sister and believe in second chances of the heart, Please, do not forsake me, please, do not hate me...Kenshin, please, do not scorn me…
Misery loves company, and so does my Opheliac.
I have lured the enemy, by crushing our aspired dreams and momentums. Damn you to hell, let it spit you into the abyss of my Opheliac. Misery will caress your fetish's to sleep and silence you with its wrath. I will find a way to defy the laws of redemption, with my selfishness to keep his veins pulsing.
As the last petal falls, so do I.
Why are you crying crimson tears for me? There is no need to cry over a lost cat. I have watched myself grow, your roots become my pedestal and my branches became your lifeline. Only promise me to never shed pointless blood, and that means your own even. I want to be remembered, cherished and thought of by you often. Now X marks the spot. To think that when I meet you, I was as dead as a black rose, and now at my death in your warmth surrounded by snow…I'm as joyous as can be, and it is as sweet as a plum.
oxoxo- PlagueRatAnita.