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Author's Note: A little piece about one of the more tragic pairings in Rurouni Kenshin, Kenshin and Tomoe. Read and Review if you like but Flames will be scoffed at. Thanks!
Forgiven but not Forgotten
She had forgiven him for killing Akira, but she had never forgotten.
All she had to do was look at his face and the reminder was there, drawn across his cheek.
During the weeks they had been together, she had learned to see the good in the man, the innocence that had been buried and she had grown to love him.
But she had not forgotten.
It really was her fault that Akira was dead. He had gone to Kyoto to prove himself to her, how would he have known that he would be killed by the Battousai?
Tomoe glanced across the room towards the sleeping figure of the feared Battousai, his sword leaning on his shoulder.
When he was asleep he didn't look fearful…he looked young.
And he was, barely fifteen. Too young to have the reputation he did have.
When she looked at him while he was asleep she didn't see Akira's murderer but instead someone who could have been Akira's friend had things been different.
But things hadn't been different and she couldn't change anything.
She had agreed to be the sheath for Kenshin, to save him from becoming an unrepentant killer but she had also agreed to betray him to his death.
Now she was the murderer and all to avenge the murder of Akira.
She was committing the same crime she had wanted Kenshin to die for.
She had forgiven Kenshin but could she forgive herself?
Because she would never forgot the scar Akira had cut into Kenshin's face and the scar Kenshin had cut into her heart.
Fin.
