Kenshin's eyes dialate in the dark at the sight of his anticipated love. She elegantly holds her chin high, her eyes turned towards the tree branches tangled with the stars. It is an enrapturing image to behold.
"Lady Kaoru," Kenshin vocally communicates. Reversing her position to address Kenshin, Kaoru symbolizes her thoughts with a frown. Delicately placing his feet upon the wooden bridge, which Lady Kaoru stands on, Kenshin drifts closer. "I must know the identity of your vexation, my most trusted lady."
"Mr. Himura, it is most difficult for one to simply inform another person of the complicated things that ail them. Indeed I am unwell." She daintily speaks. Kenshin then wonders what else he might add to his diary after this night of seeing the object of his infatuation. 'Her voice begs of an audience whose sole purpose is to wait prior to the dreams it plants each time it resonates.' It would be marvelous. "Mr. Himura?"
"Ah, yes. 'Unwell'. Whatever shall we do?" Kenshin quickly expresses the depths of his concerns for her health, allowing the thoughts of his diary to tickle his brain cells.
"Kenshin, I have yet to confess what has caused my unwellness." Kaoru tilts her amiable face a little to the left. Kenshin assures the lady with an "mm-hm". She replies with, "I'm in a muddle. Wisdom seems to fabricate itself from within you. I seek that wisdom."
"Of course you may request anything of me. I would lend you my life if you wished." Murmurs Kenshin, saddened that she must ask so formally. They were close friends after all. At this moment, unruly desires for trust and understanding rise in his heart like the phoenix. Concerned with other subjects on his mind, he quiets his internal conflict, and watches Kaoru's ball gown flutter like flower petals as she smiles into the midnight breeze.
"Comfort has cascaded onto my soul already, merely by your sweet words." She pleasantly says.
"How lovely. Please tell me about your muddle." Kenshin also curves his mouth into a smile.
"I trust you as I trust my own ears." Kenshin nods at this comment, understanding that Kaoru's secrecy is understatedly most important. She continues, "It is easiest said, if said quickly. Sanosuke and I conversed lately. We are to be wed."
He swallows. His heart hastens its angry beat. Sanosuke?
"What circumstances brought this unthinkable thing to life?" Voiced the dismayed man. To be silent about such a notion would destroy what Kenshin was raised on: guts.
"I thought you, being my closest friend, might predict it." Kaoru's voice leaks with anxiety and Kenshin suddenly feels anxious as well.
"I did not." He speaks the honest truth from his lips. Tears begin to spill over his cheeks.
"Kenshin, why must you be sorrowful? Is Sanosuke not also our most loyal friend?" With care she places her warm hand on his now heaving shoulder.
"That is precisely the reason you witness tears being born from my eyes." Kenshin droops his head into the windy night. Sanosuke is marrying Kaoru… His best friends are marrying. His thoughts drift to the note book that lies open on his desk at work. There is plenty to write about.