RK and company belong to Watsuki. I'm just doing this for fun, not profit.

This little bit just sprouted from my mind one day. It's as close to fiction writing as I will ever get.

Thoughts of Her

The doors slammed shut and will not open. I tell them to stand aside. My Gatotsu never fails. As the way is cleared for them, everything explodes. I will not leave with them. Now I cannot follow them.

One of them yells to me. I light my cigarette and for the second time I just say that I have gotten through more of these situations than they have. Idiots. They will reach safety now.

They are gone. I am here alone. But that has always been my way and it will always be my way. Chaos reigns, surrounding me.

As I turn around I think of her, just a fleeting thought, and of how she waits for me, always waits for me, willing to share me with my duty to our country and its people.

Usually, at times like this I am totally focused on the task at hand and what must be done, but this time I think of her and of the sacrifices that she has made as she waits at home, alone, for me. I know that she is content with her life as it is. She lets me know in her quiet way. This time I must return, as I have always returned in the past. This time I have been away so long.

Moron, I say to myself, as I take a last drag of soothing smoke before I toss it away. My mind is settled now. It is time to go. There will be a way. Out. And back to her, finally.