~Six Months Later~
"I am sorry; but, I simply could not give you the book. Only my family can posses it. In the wrong hands, who knows what someone could do? Though I highly doubt anyone would ever be able to master it with out the help of another master, it is best not to take the chance." Haru said to Aoshi over a cup of tea. She was sitting by his bed, where he currently lay still recovering from his wounds.
"I am only ashamed that I did not realize that Genji was not using the Hiten Mitsurugi Style." They had found out the name of the attacker from the police. No one had blamed them, all things considered. But the police still could not figure out why Genji had it in for Aoshi. "Why did Himura Aki write the book in the first place?"
"She explains that in her introduction it reads:
To my descendents,
The way of the samurai is dead. But there are those that cling to those days with a passion. They do not realize that the best that they could ever hope for is to become nothing but a worthless assassin. It is up to us that we might put an end to those families. I had hoped never to use the Hiten Mitsurugi Style again; but, it is unavoidable. Our family was born with blood on our hands. Never can we be purged of this blood. All that we can do is strive to lessen its stench on the world. Maybe then we can find peace. Remember, death comes to all, it is impossible to avoid. Never fear death in battle, because in the end your death means nothing to your opponent, as their death should mean nothing to you.
Best of Luck,
Himura Aki"
"Wow, she doesn't seem very happy does she?"
"If you watched your mother die if front of you and had to spend most of the time behind the walls of your home for your own safety, I highly doubt that you would really be all that happy. Still, I live by that message. Maybe because I am the only woman besides her that has ever mastered the Hiten Mitsurugi Style? Yet, everything she writes is the truth."
"And I thought I was skilled." Aoshi retorted with a slight chuckle, "All this time I sucked."
"No, you simply did not have the training." Haru's eyes suddenly held an impish look to them.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just realized that that my family has married into all of the original friends of Kenshin Himura except for the Shinomori's. It would be a nice way to end the story don't you think? All of the families finally united as one."
Aoshi sat up quicly in bed. This action caused a great deal amount of pain; but, he barely noticed, he was in too much shock. "Are you proposing marriage?" He finally choked out.
"No, I am simply inviting it." With that Haru kissed Aoshi's head and left. But not before she had turned and said, "Your fighting skills might suck Aoshi; but the gods know that I love you anyway." Her father had told her that she could never marry; for fear that the book would fall into corrupted hands. However, she somehow doubted that Aoshi could take the book from her - even if he did try.
"HARU!" Aoshi cried.
"Yes," she innocently looked back at him.
"Would you.I mean.only if you wanted.would you marry me?" Aoshi could not even look into her eyes. It did not matter; Haru had come up to his bed and kissed him. She cradled his head into her hands and made him look at her.
"I could think of no better way for the story to end."
"I am sorry; but, I simply could not give you the book. Only my family can posses it. In the wrong hands, who knows what someone could do? Though I highly doubt anyone would ever be able to master it with out the help of another master, it is best not to take the chance." Haru said to Aoshi over a cup of tea. She was sitting by his bed, where he currently lay still recovering from his wounds.
"I am only ashamed that I did not realize that Genji was not using the Hiten Mitsurugi Style." They had found out the name of the attacker from the police. No one had blamed them, all things considered. But the police still could not figure out why Genji had it in for Aoshi. "Why did Himura Aki write the book in the first place?"
"She explains that in her introduction it reads:
To my descendents,
The way of the samurai is dead. But there are those that cling to those days with a passion. They do not realize that the best that they could ever hope for is to become nothing but a worthless assassin. It is up to us that we might put an end to those families. I had hoped never to use the Hiten Mitsurugi Style again; but, it is unavoidable. Our family was born with blood on our hands. Never can we be purged of this blood. All that we can do is strive to lessen its stench on the world. Maybe then we can find peace. Remember, death comes to all, it is impossible to avoid. Never fear death in battle, because in the end your death means nothing to your opponent, as their death should mean nothing to you.
Best of Luck,
Himura Aki"
"Wow, she doesn't seem very happy does she?"
"If you watched your mother die if front of you and had to spend most of the time behind the walls of your home for your own safety, I highly doubt that you would really be all that happy. Still, I live by that message. Maybe because I am the only woman besides her that has ever mastered the Hiten Mitsurugi Style? Yet, everything she writes is the truth."
"And I thought I was skilled." Aoshi retorted with a slight chuckle, "All this time I sucked."
"No, you simply did not have the training." Haru's eyes suddenly held an impish look to them.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just realized that that my family has married into all of the original friends of Kenshin Himura except for the Shinomori's. It would be a nice way to end the story don't you think? All of the families finally united as one."
Aoshi sat up quicly in bed. This action caused a great deal amount of pain; but, he barely noticed, he was in too much shock. "Are you proposing marriage?" He finally choked out.
"No, I am simply inviting it." With that Haru kissed Aoshi's head and left. But not before she had turned and said, "Your fighting skills might suck Aoshi; but the gods know that I love you anyway." Her father had told her that she could never marry; for fear that the book would fall into corrupted hands. However, she somehow doubted that Aoshi could take the book from her - even if he did try.
"HARU!" Aoshi cried.
"Yes," she innocently looked back at him.
"Would you.I mean.only if you wanted.would you marry me?" Aoshi could not even look into her eyes. It did not matter; Haru had come up to his bed and kissed him. She cradled his head into her hands and made him look at her.
"I could think of no better way for the story to end."
