Sequel time! I have to apologize for ending Good or Bad that way. Also, if
you're reading this, and you haven't read Good or Bad, I suggest you do.
I'm not sure if this fic can stand on it's own. Probably, but still...
Anyway, I won't lie to you readers. I do not think this one is anywhere
near as good as Good or Bad. It lacks something in my opinion. I have
doubts about the quality of this, but every time I look at it, there's not
a thing I want to change, odd huh? I hope you like it. It's more drama than
anything else I've EVER done! Anyway, I was specifically asked NOT to use
Tomoe, so, if you find it weird that I have Reena instead of Tomoe be aware
that I have informed u.
Disclaimer:
Me: Someone stole my Kenshin!!!! Bring him back!!!
Lena: You never owned Kenshin.
Me: I didn't? O_O
Lena: You are so annoying. *Vein popping*
Me: Are you sure I never owned him? @_@
Lena: You own nothing! *takes out Katana* are we going to continue or not?
Me: *gulp* Don't hurt me.
Lena: Koo, on with the fic! ^_^
~Kenshin's POW~
Two weeks. Two more weeks till that dreaded day. I took a deep breath, and when I let it out it shook. I should have been over this by now, but I wasn't. At first I kept up hope that she'd come back. Later on I got desperate; then I became depressed and had to go to a professional, who put me on drugs. After that I began to go crazy; finally I had to leave town... I had to try to forget. The forgetting thing didn't work too well. Every night when I dreamed it was always of those perfect blue orbs, those eyes that held so much repressed emotion. Sometimes I swear I can feel my cheek burning... I can feel it burning right where she kissed me before she walked to her doom.
I rubbed my eyes trying to take the sleep out of them. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night because of those dreams of her. Not only did I see her eyes, but I also saw a scene play out before me. This always happens. I see scenes of things I don't understand, but they seem real, and familiar, almost like a memory. Not my memory, but it had to be someone's, right?
"You ok?" My fiancé asked wrapping her long delicate arms around my bare chest, hugging me from behind. A fiancé, I'd never thought I'd get one, especially after...
"Yeah, just tired." I replied. Two years ago I would have probably said, "I'm fine, that I am." I don't know what happened. One day I woke up and it was as if the energy I used to have just... left? Disappeared? I'm not too sure what happened. When I lost hope in her return my life went spiraling downward. Spiraling until I had sunken down into what I am now. Whatever this is.
"Tired? You're always tired. I don't understand it." Reena said moving to sit in the chair next to mine at the table. She was wearing my flannel shirt. It looked really odd on her, but she found the shirt comfy. She always had a love of wearing my clothes as she had the same small frame that I did, she could wear my clothes in public and it wouldn't be a big deal.
"Neither do it." I sighed laying my head against the cool glass of the table. Reena played with my short red hair, as she always did, thinking it a comforting gesture, but whenever anyone touched my hair I'd remember two years ago. I'd remember the pain; remember the night when my hair was cut. It wasn't done on purpose, but that didn't matter.
"What is it that keeps you up at night Ken-san?" Reena cooed still playing with my hair.
"I don't know." I lied. She probably wouldn't like it if I were dreaming of a past love.
"Maybe you should go to a professional." She suggested, concerned.
"No." I said flatly. I had had my fill of professional's years ago.
"Honey, you can't keep going on like this!" She pressed.
"I'm fine. Look, I'm going to go take a shower, ok?" I kissed her on the forehead and stood. As I walked to the bathroom I heard her call me back, but I ignored her and kept walking.
When I got out of the shower Reena was gone. She was probably upset, but it wasn't anything new. She was always upset with me, but she still stayed around. I don't think I've ever apologized to anyone more than I've apologized to her. I checked my answering machine on my way out of my apartment. I had one message. It was from Sano. I hadn't talked to him in nearly a year.
"Yo Kenshin! It's Sano. I'm supposed to pass through your city for a day, but I figured since you're there maybe I can come for a week and hang out with you. I haven't seen you in a helluva lotta time. God, when was the last time we talked? Since you moved? Anyway, Call me if I can come crash. See ya."
When I called back to tell him it was fine, he wasn't home, so I left a message on his machine. I was sort of relieved not to talk to him, an odd feeling since half of me wanted to see him, badly. After the call I picked up my keys, and went off to work. I was still tired, but I had to work, so there was nothing I could do about it. Actually I was getting used to being tired. There is some comfort in not being totally awake, totally aware. There is a weird bliss in ignorance that I've been experiencing, a bliss that used to scare me, but now was almost comforting. At first this feeling of content startled me. I wasn't supposed to be content, but I was. And in some way, that feeling made me feel, guilty...
~~PREVIEW: I growled at the arm around me, but did not push it away. The feel of the arm on my bare skin was almost intolerable, but after 2 years of waking up like this I've gotten accustomed to it.
APRIL 16, 2004
Disclaimer:
Me: Someone stole my Kenshin!!!! Bring him back!!!
Lena: You never owned Kenshin.
Me: I didn't? O_O
Lena: You are so annoying. *Vein popping*
Me: Are you sure I never owned him? @_@
Lena: You own nothing! *takes out Katana* are we going to continue or not?
Me: *gulp* Don't hurt me.
Lena: Koo, on with the fic! ^_^
~Kenshin's POW~
Two weeks. Two more weeks till that dreaded day. I took a deep breath, and when I let it out it shook. I should have been over this by now, but I wasn't. At first I kept up hope that she'd come back. Later on I got desperate; then I became depressed and had to go to a professional, who put me on drugs. After that I began to go crazy; finally I had to leave town... I had to try to forget. The forgetting thing didn't work too well. Every night when I dreamed it was always of those perfect blue orbs, those eyes that held so much repressed emotion. Sometimes I swear I can feel my cheek burning... I can feel it burning right where she kissed me before she walked to her doom.
I rubbed my eyes trying to take the sleep out of them. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night because of those dreams of her. Not only did I see her eyes, but I also saw a scene play out before me. This always happens. I see scenes of things I don't understand, but they seem real, and familiar, almost like a memory. Not my memory, but it had to be someone's, right?
"You ok?" My fiancé asked wrapping her long delicate arms around my bare chest, hugging me from behind. A fiancé, I'd never thought I'd get one, especially after...
"Yeah, just tired." I replied. Two years ago I would have probably said, "I'm fine, that I am." I don't know what happened. One day I woke up and it was as if the energy I used to have just... left? Disappeared? I'm not too sure what happened. When I lost hope in her return my life went spiraling downward. Spiraling until I had sunken down into what I am now. Whatever this is.
"Tired? You're always tired. I don't understand it." Reena said moving to sit in the chair next to mine at the table. She was wearing my flannel shirt. It looked really odd on her, but she found the shirt comfy. She always had a love of wearing my clothes as she had the same small frame that I did, she could wear my clothes in public and it wouldn't be a big deal.
"Neither do it." I sighed laying my head against the cool glass of the table. Reena played with my short red hair, as she always did, thinking it a comforting gesture, but whenever anyone touched my hair I'd remember two years ago. I'd remember the pain; remember the night when my hair was cut. It wasn't done on purpose, but that didn't matter.
"What is it that keeps you up at night Ken-san?" Reena cooed still playing with my hair.
"I don't know." I lied. She probably wouldn't like it if I were dreaming of a past love.
"Maybe you should go to a professional." She suggested, concerned.
"No." I said flatly. I had had my fill of professional's years ago.
"Honey, you can't keep going on like this!" She pressed.
"I'm fine. Look, I'm going to go take a shower, ok?" I kissed her on the forehead and stood. As I walked to the bathroom I heard her call me back, but I ignored her and kept walking.
When I got out of the shower Reena was gone. She was probably upset, but it wasn't anything new. She was always upset with me, but she still stayed around. I don't think I've ever apologized to anyone more than I've apologized to her. I checked my answering machine on my way out of my apartment. I had one message. It was from Sano. I hadn't talked to him in nearly a year.
"Yo Kenshin! It's Sano. I'm supposed to pass through your city for a day, but I figured since you're there maybe I can come for a week and hang out with you. I haven't seen you in a helluva lotta time. God, when was the last time we talked? Since you moved? Anyway, Call me if I can come crash. See ya."
When I called back to tell him it was fine, he wasn't home, so I left a message on his machine. I was sort of relieved not to talk to him, an odd feeling since half of me wanted to see him, badly. After the call I picked up my keys, and went off to work. I was still tired, but I had to work, so there was nothing I could do about it. Actually I was getting used to being tired. There is some comfort in not being totally awake, totally aware. There is a weird bliss in ignorance that I've been experiencing, a bliss that used to scare me, but now was almost comforting. At first this feeling of content startled me. I wasn't supposed to be content, but I was. And in some way, that feeling made me feel, guilty...
~~PREVIEW: I growled at the arm around me, but did not push it away. The feel of the arm on my bare skin was almost intolerable, but after 2 years of waking up like this I've gotten accustomed to it.
APRIL 16, 2004