And All This Time...

By: Ame

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Drama/Romance/Adventure/Uh...any thing else I decide to apply?

Intro AN/Disclaimer: For one I do NOT own Rurouni Kenshin and this will be the only disclaimer in this fic so...deal gomen. Anyway this shall be an alternate pairing or a standard pairing you will need to read on to find out. Just a hint...Everything is not so as it seems in my writing. Hidden messages galore especially in this prolog. Other than that I apologize in advance for any OOC and this is slightly off the story plot line of the show. Set when Misao has come into the picture and after Shishio.

And without further ado I now present to you my new fanfiction of And All This Time...

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Journal Entry setting: 1884 winter in the 16th year of the Meiji Era

Hi, It's me Misao once again journal. It might seem strange it's taken me years to write in your pages once again. But now I sit here, cradled in my anata's arms, writing down our story in the remainder of your pages. This will be the last of my entries in here as I move on to another book, ready to be filled with stories of our children. As they grow, as they mature, and as we descend into the ends of our life times.

As I listen to his soft and steady breathing, I am reminded now more then ever, that our journey would be remembered forever. The fated days we fell into destiny's snare of unexpected love that would truly finish of the grandest puzzle. But, our journey was not one without sorrow. If you look out in the back near the steady, clear river you will see the reminders of that. Everyday we pray that they found escape from the pain they suffered through... as we came back to find we were too late to save them. Both were very dear to our hearts yet...we lost them due to our elongated journey. Forever will we be indebted to them, for they are the ones who brought us together at last.

But enough of that journal. You probably have noticed by my writing that I have indeed matured far beyond that of my youth...or my weasel years as my anata calls them. When they say love really turns you upside down they weren't just talking about your life. They also meant your maturity. But, being pregnant can also change that as well.

So journal I need to start telling you of our story before I end up falling asleep and getting ink all over my anata and myself. Trust me, he would not be very happy about that. I will start from the very beginning when a single illness...started the rocky path we took to gain what we have now...

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