A/N:
I haven't seen the new rk oav but the settings of this fic are in fact based in that oav. So please beware of spoilers here.
Someday, Somewhere
Kaoru slowly got up the bed. She could feel her aching muscles with every move she made towards the brush, ink and paper at the table. When she was settled, she set out a white sheet of paper and started brushing with her trembling hands.
Kenshin-anata,
Fifteen years...
Fifteen anniversaries, fifteen birthdays of your son, fifteen winters I spent without you by my side, fifteen summers that would have been great with you here with me…
Seems like forever….
Do you still remember what you promised me the night we were married? There was a storm that night and I was afraid of the thunder but you held me in your loving embrace. Then I heard you whisper my name and promised me that you'll always be there for me especially during stormy nights. Ne, Kenshin-anata?
Well, I would be glad to tell you that I have grown stronger for these past fifteen years. I am not afraid of the thunder anymore, I am not afraid of heights and I can cook better than you, believe it or not!
And Kenji, well I guess you won our bet! He looks exactly like you, with the red hair and all. But his eyes are mine, the fancy sky blue you always told me whenever we are alone. If you were here, you would be very proud of him because he is now the master of Kamiya Kasshin School of Swordsmanship. And he got your looks, sweeping girls off their feet with his killer smiles. He inherited your worrisome attitude. I would often yell, " I'm alright!" for the thousandth time at him whenever I feel a little ill.
If you were here then maybe things would have been different. I would often wait at the pier for you…everyday. Each day I would wait and hope that you'll be coming home. And each time I went home,I felt the tears in my eyes while thinking of you, only you. I trust you Kenshin, you know that ne? And I know you will always keep your promise…to come home, come back to me.
Every time I go home, Kenji would be there waiting for me. This would give me new hope for the days to come. Sometimes when Kenji is out buying tofu I would sit at the dojo porch and think about the times we had, with Yahiko, Sano, Megumi, Misao. I can still hear Yahiko's taunting even though he is now with Tsubame, still hear Megumi's laughter as it echoed in the doorway, still hear Sano's grumbling after he has lost a fight and I can still see you scrubbing the stains of the laundry wearing your sweet rurouni smile.
Do you realize how time has passed us by? Megumi's still in Aizu and I have not seen her in ten years. Sano never wrote again after you left and I pray he be all right. Misao and Aoshi never made it as we expected because Misao died out of leukemia. Aoshi left Kyoto and was never heard of again.Dr. Genzai died last spring; their uncle took his granddaughters to Okinawa. Yutaro is now a doctor and he always sends me a letter.
I missed them all. I missed our little family back then.
Sometimes I ask myself if we would ever get together again, you, me, Yahiko, Sano, Megumi, Dr.Genzai, Suzume, Ayame, Tsubame, Tae, Yutaro, Misao, Aoshi and our own son, Kenji. I even asked Kami-sama if we could just see each other again just for a dinner or tea perhaps. Then every time I look at our son, I get my answer. The answer is written all over his face, " someday, somewhere".
Someday when your burden is gone, when my insecurities are washed away, when Kenji had already mastered Hitten Mitsurugi Ryuu, when Yahiko had already rid his pride, when Megumi had found a man to love, when Aoshi and Misao had been married and when everyone's dream came true, when Sano had already found his goal in life and when you can see your son with pride in your eyes. Especially when you come home. I long to see you smile, hear you laugh, tease and kiss you.
I trust you Kenshin, like I said before I know you will come home. And I will be forever waiting for you and only death can stop me.
Someday, somewhere…
Only death, my love, only death….
Aishiteru.
Kaoru
After brushing the last kanji, Kaoru wiped away the remaining tears in her eyes with the sleeve of her yukata. She felt so tired, so alone. Gently folding the letter and setting it at the table. She went back to the cold futon that she slept in for the past fifteen years. She stared at the ceiling, her vision seems to blur. She knew what's going to happen. She slowly closed her eyes hearing Yahiko, Tsubame and Kenji's anguish voices to wake her up. But she never heard the familiar voice that was also calling for her to come back.
" Kaoru!" Kenshin shook his sick wife as she slowly closed her eyes.
****Kami-sama I'm so tired, I want to rest.****
Dark finally covered her sight and then she couldn't hear anything anymore.
" Kenshin." Yes Kenshin, I'll be waiting. " Goodbye my love."
Kenshin cried. He cried so hard that his voice was almost covered with his sobs. He was holding Kaoru as if never wanting to let her go. Kaoru died without having to see him again. All this time she was waiting for him…
Kenji slowly walked away but he saw the letter that was Kaoru's. He knew whom it was for. He need not ask. He wanted some air and once out of the room he broke down and felt into hysterics of tears with his back against the cold wall of the pathway.
" Mother!" he cried out loud. " Why? Why now?" he repeated all over again. As he curved into a ball waiting for his mother's soothing touch that he knew will never come. The cold wind ate his bones as he wept for the woman that was the essence of his life.
Kenshin read the letter and did nothing but to weep beside his dead wife. Holding Kaoru's limp body to him and burying his head in the bright fall of her hair. Breathing in her scent.
Jasmine scent… Kaoru's scent.
Yahiko and Tsubame also wept.
That night, the Kamiya Dojo was silent. There were no cries, no anguish curses, nothing.
There was in fact, no one inside. There was no one practicing in the empty dojo, no one was cooking dinner, no one was yelling over some lousy student, no one was playing in the garden.
There were none…
Where have all they gone? No one knew.
Besides, the owner is already dead, isn't she?
A/N:
So? what dya think? I have the next part of this fic, tell me if you want me to post it or not, so please review!
Oh and yes… (almost forgot!) * Shame on me!*
TOMOE SUCKS!!!TOMOE SUCKS!!!TOMOE SUCKS!!!TOMOE SUCKS!!!
mwahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahhaa-ahark!
**cough, cough**
I haven't seen the new rk oav but the settings of this fic are in fact based in that oav. So please beware of spoilers here.
Someday, Somewhere
Kaoru slowly got up the bed. She could feel her aching muscles with every move she made towards the brush, ink and paper at the table. When she was settled, she set out a white sheet of paper and started brushing with her trembling hands.
Kenshin-anata,
Fifteen years...
Fifteen anniversaries, fifteen birthdays of your son, fifteen winters I spent without you by my side, fifteen summers that would have been great with you here with me…
Seems like forever….
Do you still remember what you promised me the night we were married? There was a storm that night and I was afraid of the thunder but you held me in your loving embrace. Then I heard you whisper my name and promised me that you'll always be there for me especially during stormy nights. Ne, Kenshin-anata?
Well, I would be glad to tell you that I have grown stronger for these past fifteen years. I am not afraid of the thunder anymore, I am not afraid of heights and I can cook better than you, believe it or not!
And Kenji, well I guess you won our bet! He looks exactly like you, with the red hair and all. But his eyes are mine, the fancy sky blue you always told me whenever we are alone. If you were here, you would be very proud of him because he is now the master of Kamiya Kasshin School of Swordsmanship. And he got your looks, sweeping girls off their feet with his killer smiles. He inherited your worrisome attitude. I would often yell, " I'm alright!" for the thousandth time at him whenever I feel a little ill.
If you were here then maybe things would have been different. I would often wait at the pier for you…everyday. Each day I would wait and hope that you'll be coming home. And each time I went home,I felt the tears in my eyes while thinking of you, only you. I trust you Kenshin, you know that ne? And I know you will always keep your promise…to come home, come back to me.
Every time I go home, Kenji would be there waiting for me. This would give me new hope for the days to come. Sometimes when Kenji is out buying tofu I would sit at the dojo porch and think about the times we had, with Yahiko, Sano, Megumi, Misao. I can still hear Yahiko's taunting even though he is now with Tsubame, still hear Megumi's laughter as it echoed in the doorway, still hear Sano's grumbling after he has lost a fight and I can still see you scrubbing the stains of the laundry wearing your sweet rurouni smile.
Do you realize how time has passed us by? Megumi's still in Aizu and I have not seen her in ten years. Sano never wrote again after you left and I pray he be all right. Misao and Aoshi never made it as we expected because Misao died out of leukemia. Aoshi left Kyoto and was never heard of again.Dr. Genzai died last spring; their uncle took his granddaughters to Okinawa. Yutaro is now a doctor and he always sends me a letter.
I missed them all. I missed our little family back then.
Sometimes I ask myself if we would ever get together again, you, me, Yahiko, Sano, Megumi, Dr.Genzai, Suzume, Ayame, Tsubame, Tae, Yutaro, Misao, Aoshi and our own son, Kenji. I even asked Kami-sama if we could just see each other again just for a dinner or tea perhaps. Then every time I look at our son, I get my answer. The answer is written all over his face, " someday, somewhere".
Someday when your burden is gone, when my insecurities are washed away, when Kenji had already mastered Hitten Mitsurugi Ryuu, when Yahiko had already rid his pride, when Megumi had found a man to love, when Aoshi and Misao had been married and when everyone's dream came true, when Sano had already found his goal in life and when you can see your son with pride in your eyes. Especially when you come home. I long to see you smile, hear you laugh, tease and kiss you.
I trust you Kenshin, like I said before I know you will come home. And I will be forever waiting for you and only death can stop me.
Someday, somewhere…
Only death, my love, only death….
Aishiteru.
Kaoru
After brushing the last kanji, Kaoru wiped away the remaining tears in her eyes with the sleeve of her yukata. She felt so tired, so alone. Gently folding the letter and setting it at the table. She went back to the cold futon that she slept in for the past fifteen years. She stared at the ceiling, her vision seems to blur. She knew what's going to happen. She slowly closed her eyes hearing Yahiko, Tsubame and Kenji's anguish voices to wake her up. But she never heard the familiar voice that was also calling for her to come back.
" Kaoru!" Kenshin shook his sick wife as she slowly closed her eyes.
****Kami-sama I'm so tired, I want to rest.****
Dark finally covered her sight and then she couldn't hear anything anymore.
" Kenshin." Yes Kenshin, I'll be waiting. " Goodbye my love."
Kenshin cried. He cried so hard that his voice was almost covered with his sobs. He was holding Kaoru as if never wanting to let her go. Kaoru died without having to see him again. All this time she was waiting for him…
Kenji slowly walked away but he saw the letter that was Kaoru's. He knew whom it was for. He need not ask. He wanted some air and once out of the room he broke down and felt into hysterics of tears with his back against the cold wall of the pathway.
" Mother!" he cried out loud. " Why? Why now?" he repeated all over again. As he curved into a ball waiting for his mother's soothing touch that he knew will never come. The cold wind ate his bones as he wept for the woman that was the essence of his life.
Kenshin read the letter and did nothing but to weep beside his dead wife. Holding Kaoru's limp body to him and burying his head in the bright fall of her hair. Breathing in her scent.
Jasmine scent… Kaoru's scent.
Yahiko and Tsubame also wept.
That night, the Kamiya Dojo was silent. There were no cries, no anguish curses, nothing.
There was in fact, no one inside. There was no one practicing in the empty dojo, no one was cooking dinner, no one was yelling over some lousy student, no one was playing in the garden.
There were none…
Where have all they gone? No one knew.
Besides, the owner is already dead, isn't she?
A/N:
So? what dya think? I have the next part of this fic, tell me if you want me to post it or not, so please review!
Oh and yes… (almost forgot!) * Shame on me!*
TOMOE SUCKS!!!TOMOE SUCKS!!!TOMOE SUCKS!!!TOMOE SUCKS!!!
mwahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahhaa-ahark!
**cough, cough**