hi minna!

this is supposed to be k&k, and has spoilers(of sorts) for
revenge.

oh, and (disclaimer) rk's not mine...

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Someone once said that stars are the souls of loved ones.

Was she then up there, shining ever so brightly, looking down on me?

It doesn't matter. Stars are stars, and loved ones are loved ones.

Until they die. Then they become only memories, bitter reminders of mistaken
decisions and lost joy.

Only memories.

I close my eyes, and weep.

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I stared at the man-the stranger- sitting slumped in front of me. He is
wounded, ragged, dirty, his sakabatou chained at his side. But what bothered
most was that he seemed empty, lifeless.

I stared at him, and I know I never ever want to see him like this, so I slowly
reached my hand out to touch him, to try and comfort him.

It was then that he started to cry.

I felt a dull ache within me as I watched him. Was he crying... because of me?
No... please... not that...

Even as tears started to form in my eyes I felt my fists clench. It pained me
to see him like this, true, but the thought that he would do this to himself,
that he would neglect himself in such a way, all because of...

It angered me as well.

"Baka Kenshin. What do you think you're doing? Get up!"

I hit him. Hard.

Or at least I would have, had my arm not gone right through him.

For a long moment, I couldn't do anything at all, not think, most probably not
even breathe, not that it made a difference. I just stood there, the
realization- and forced acceptance- slowly sinking in. And I, too, began to
cry.

I tried to speak, once or twice, but the tears were choking me, and as hard as
I tried no sound came out.

Finally I kneeled before him, and caressed his cheek, wanting to wipe the tears
away. And again my hand went right through him.

I buried my face in my hands and sobbed even harder as I felt desperation
creeping up on me. I wanted to touch him so much, to feel his warmth- and he
mine- and through that I would gain comfort and reassurance from him, and he from me.

But when I put my arms around him I couldn't feel anything. Not the wind,
gently blowing, nor the rough texture of his tattered gi. And, most
importantly, I couldn't feel... him.

After all, he was living, and I was... dead, and we weren't to be together.

But I kept my arms around him anyway, hoping- trusting- that underneath his
grief and confusion and self-hatred he would feel me, and know that I will
always be with him. As he would always be with me.

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all comments/ criticisms to me mangomeru@edsamail.com.ph don't worry, about me,
i'm strong, so it's okay to go harsh... ^_^

i'm still thinking about possible titles... uh... 'embraced' i guess... but it
doesn't seem to fit very well... any suggestions?

ja...