He is beautiful; he will always be beautiful to me.
That night, he showed me the beauty that lurked beneath his physical attraction, and I was captivated.
I… I had grown emotional from the shock of it all, from my brother running from me, running towards the end of his innocence, from the chill and the cold, my fiancé slain by the man I was now infatuated with, from the death lurking about the village. I had known that he was curious when he had stepped within my room while I was writing, and had wanted to know whom my brother and I might be. I told him all, my calm exterior never changing, though I felt the turbulence of my soul raging all about me. It wasn't that that broke my wall towards him it wasn't speaking.
I was to hand him a simple cup of tea, just a cup from myself to him. There was no attachment within that simple offering, just it in itself. But, it reminded me strongly of what had happened only a while ago, in a moment of utter joy within myself. It was, in the end, connected to him.
It was a dowry offering from my fiancé to myself, a beautiful ornate hair pin that I would have cherished even if it were nothing but crude clay. It was the man who I treasured.
But I saw my fiancé lying dead from the hands of a murderer and I would have left, the tears building within my eyes, but I could not. I just collapsed and clung to him, exhausting my sorrow to the murderer, letting him know my pain and angst. That is when he grew beautiful, showing me that he too felt the pain of that death.
Later that night, I smiled for him and him alone. He knew the significance.
As do I.
Now I see the promise of future with him, with the man I love above all, even if his past is stained with blood and he does not ever think that he will cease his killing. I know. I know that, soon, sooner than even he may think, he will kill the last victim in a meaningless revolution and never kill again, even if he cannot keep himself from the sword for years afterward. I know him as I know my brother. Both are hard to change but one day, maybe one day together, they will change towards peace and true prosperity in which none may have to kill the other, or any other. I pray for their peace as I do for the children's and of this chaos-ridden country's.
I walk with my thoughts and prayers to the wind, in hopes that they shall be carried to other lands that need them more and that the thought of peace will circulate to all. My last thoughts will be of another's salvation and of my deep love towards my young, confused brother Enishi and the love that I hold dear to my heart, Himura Kenshin, the killer within Kyoto.
Life IS peace…
Several hours after her last entry, the hands of her love killed Tomoe. She allowed this in order that his salvation be realized. Never knowing of that, her younger brother Enishi had caught the end of that scene and bitterly blamed Himura Kenshin for his sister's demise, becoming obsessed with his sister and the image of the Battousai, the killer of so many. He knew that he would kill the man who had killed his sister and caused him this final act of pain that was so intense that his hair turned white and, when within the throes of intense battle, caused large veins to pop from his flesh, a "gift" from Tomoe. But, both his and Kenshin's happiness were realized after years of suffering in which both of them blamed themselves and many others for the death of the innocent, pure Tomoe. At least, their souls can attempt to rest even as Tomoe smiles quietly upon the wind, her thoughts and prayers of peace still floating through the lands of chaos to this day.
Life is impossible without peace…