Sadden Anniversary
Chapter 1: And Winter Begins
Winter's damn breath caused Kenshin to warp his gi around him even tighter. Another bitter breeze quickly proved Kenshin's efforts towards warmth completely hopeless. And as if to boast this victory winter sent yet another icy rush of wind over Kenshin, resulting in a shutter and darkened lips.
Kenshin looked up at the cold sky. It was blue with a few scattered, puffy white clouds. " A storms coming," thought Kenshin. He could feel it, even smell it, but he couldn't prevent it. And he couldn't hide from it, as he couldn't hide from today. He could never escape this day, no matter how hard he tried or how hard he prayed.
Kenshin sighed sending a small puff of steam dancing into the air. It's been 5 years now. "5 years," Kenshin slowly repeated to himself, sinking deeper into thought. 5 years since he tried to leave his gory past behind him and become a simple wanderer. Another cloud of breath was sent twirling in the air, evidence of another deep sigh. Life as a wanderer was hard. Lacking both money and food this wanderer only carried three things; one hung heavily at his side, another was safely tucked in the folds of his gi, and the heaviest of them all was trapped in his mind. As Kenshin continued to climb the seemingly endless hill, he could feel each part of his body whimper in pain; his feet were in agony, his stomach twisted and turned in hunger, his body and mind cried out desperately for sleep, and he was cold. But the most antagonizing pain was caused by the simple knowledge of today.
Finally reaching the crown of the hill Kenshin saw that not all of his luck had diminished. In the distance, a distance that could possibly be covered before nightfall, laid a small decayed town. Now with a small goal and a little hope, Kenshin began his descent down the hill, his pace slightly quickened and lighter.. and then he saw it.
A snowflake. A single delicate snowflake. It danced before Kenshin as it fluttered down to the frozen earth. Kenshin was placed in subtle awe by it beauty and complexity. He held out his hand to capture the fragile creature, but it melted before it had even reached his skin. Now, what laid there was a single drop of water, a tear in the palm of his hand.
Kenshin stared at the small almost invisible drop. He remained absolutely still, as if he was afraid to move. Afraid that the slightest movement would cause a break in his internal struggle. He was trying to keep the memories at bay, but it was no use, he could feel them start to creep into his mind. Kenshin closed his hand around the melted snowflake and then slowly closed his eyes. The memories came flashing back liked summer lightening. Both the good memories and the bad came, but they were all so painful.
After quit some time Kenshin willed open his hand and then his watery eyes. He glared at the traitorous water drop before letting his hand fall back down to his side. The tear slid down his palm and off the tip of the index finger, almost unnoticed, to the bare ground below.
"I hate the snow," Kenshin whispered, heavily coated with hatred, and then started off to the small insignificant town once again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kenshin
For my readers of The Coldness, I thank you for your reviews and I am sorry that this is not the joyful A/U that you have requested. But do not despair you're A/U will be up, as soon as imagination grants me with her presence. If you have any ideas, wishes, or fleeting daydreams you desire to be transformed into written form by me, please feel free to express them in the reviews or e-mail me (if e-mailing make the subject distinguish, otherwise I'll just end up deleting it). Specifically, thank you blueraingurl for your help with the review and anonymous thing.
And Remember all opinions of my fics are welcomed; good, bad, horrible, or terrific. Honesty, though a bitch, will only help me to improve (well for this situation at least). I'll try to get chapter 2 up soon.
Chapter 1: And Winter Begins
Winter's damn breath caused Kenshin to warp his gi around him even tighter. Another bitter breeze quickly proved Kenshin's efforts towards warmth completely hopeless. And as if to boast this victory winter sent yet another icy rush of wind over Kenshin, resulting in a shutter and darkened lips.
Kenshin looked up at the cold sky. It was blue with a few scattered, puffy white clouds. " A storms coming," thought Kenshin. He could feel it, even smell it, but he couldn't prevent it. And he couldn't hide from it, as he couldn't hide from today. He could never escape this day, no matter how hard he tried or how hard he prayed.
Kenshin sighed sending a small puff of steam dancing into the air. It's been 5 years now. "5 years," Kenshin slowly repeated to himself, sinking deeper into thought. 5 years since he tried to leave his gory past behind him and become a simple wanderer. Another cloud of breath was sent twirling in the air, evidence of another deep sigh. Life as a wanderer was hard. Lacking both money and food this wanderer only carried three things; one hung heavily at his side, another was safely tucked in the folds of his gi, and the heaviest of them all was trapped in his mind. As Kenshin continued to climb the seemingly endless hill, he could feel each part of his body whimper in pain; his feet were in agony, his stomach twisted and turned in hunger, his body and mind cried out desperately for sleep, and he was cold. But the most antagonizing pain was caused by the simple knowledge of today.
Finally reaching the crown of the hill Kenshin saw that not all of his luck had diminished. In the distance, a distance that could possibly be covered before nightfall, laid a small decayed town. Now with a small goal and a little hope, Kenshin began his descent down the hill, his pace slightly quickened and lighter.. and then he saw it.
A snowflake. A single delicate snowflake. It danced before Kenshin as it fluttered down to the frozen earth. Kenshin was placed in subtle awe by it beauty and complexity. He held out his hand to capture the fragile creature, but it melted before it had even reached his skin. Now, what laid there was a single drop of water, a tear in the palm of his hand.
Kenshin stared at the small almost invisible drop. He remained absolutely still, as if he was afraid to move. Afraid that the slightest movement would cause a break in his internal struggle. He was trying to keep the memories at bay, but it was no use, he could feel them start to creep into his mind. Kenshin closed his hand around the melted snowflake and then slowly closed his eyes. The memories came flashing back liked summer lightening. Both the good memories and the bad came, but they were all so painful.
After quit some time Kenshin willed open his hand and then his watery eyes. He glared at the traitorous water drop before letting his hand fall back down to his side. The tear slid down his palm and off the tip of the index finger, almost unnoticed, to the bare ground below.
"I hate the snow," Kenshin whispered, heavily coated with hatred, and then started off to the small insignificant town once again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kenshin
For my readers of The Coldness, I thank you for your reviews and I am sorry that this is not the joyful A/U that you have requested. But do not despair you're A/U will be up, as soon as imagination grants me with her presence. If you have any ideas, wishes, or fleeting daydreams you desire to be transformed into written form by me, please feel free to express them in the reviews or e-mail me (if e-mailing make the subject distinguish, otherwise I'll just end up deleting it). Specifically, thank you blueraingurl for your help with the review and anonymous thing.
And Remember all opinions of my fics are welcomed; good, bad, horrible, or terrific. Honesty, though a bitch, will only help me to improve (well for this situation at least). I'll try to get chapter 2 up soon.