A/N: Hey. This is just a story that's been nagging at me. (Yes ALL of my RK stories are naggie ones, aren't they?) Anyways, I'm not sure if I will continue this, just reiview me and tell me if you want me to. *shrugs* But a lot of thought was put inot this short chapter.
I'd also like to make a dedication:
This story is dedicated to "Midori Natari Himura". An encouraging person and REALLY talented RK writer. I hope that you read this Midori, because you really encouraged me to write out my thoughts, and so this story is for you. Thanks and enjoy!


Chapter 1


The best time I have is when I'm all alone. No one can bother me, call to me, or
say that they're my friend. I've been this way since father left me. Left me here
on Earth, all alone. But I like being alone now. The occasional visit of my only
friend is needed to survive of course, but sometimes I wish that I would be guided
to the edge. Wherever that may be...

It's weird, walking this way. The lake seems plain now. It's more lonely then I am.
The lake is too calm. I don't like it this way. So I bend down on my knees and slap
the water. Ripples grow and fade halfway across the area that I'm staring into. My reflection blurs as they ruffle at the water. That's what I'm supposed to be. A blur.
An absoloute blur. I need a change of scenery, so since I have no where else to go
but my abandoned apartment, I walk along. North I believe, but it doesn't matter.
Why does it matter if I pay attention? Soon....

The grounds here seemed familiar. I see a broken down dojo. It was abandoned
long ago, maybe even before the 1930's....I wonder.
The entrance is cloudy and destroyed. It makes me ponder why the ruins of this
place are still here. Yet somehow I know. I've never been here before, but I know
that I have. I have been here before. Things like this just don't seem natural to
someone like me. But then how come I haven't heard of this place ever before?
Maybe trudging forward will show me. So I move the collapsed entrance aside
and take another step forward....

Once I step inside the ruins, I see someone. Someone who isn't really there
but I can see it. Better then my own reflection. It's a man I can see. He's
carrying a sword. Odd. But what catches my attention is a cross-shaped scar
on his left cheek.
It shocks me to see such a thing yet it's as if I've seen it before.
The man smiles at me and then the vision disappears. He was never really there.
But yet I know he was there sometime. Just not this one....

Going over to sit down, I turn my head to see another vision. It's the same
man, sitting there. A young woman...who looks unexplainably like me... pens the door of the dojo and he turns to her.
"Daijoubu Kenshin?" she asks.
Kenshin....that name.
"Hai. I'm fine, Kaoru-dono."
Kaoru-dono? Wait...Kaoru...that's my name!
It can't be...no!
I jump up and run away as the vision fades into the ruins.

I swear to myself I will never go back there.
I have to stop making such silly promises.