The Wife
Every human has a song
A song that winds itself through our life
A song that intertwines with the songs of others
A song that masks the darkness of man's heart
Kenshin could almost see Battousai smirking sadistically at him.
Would you change your mind if you saw this?
...
They were watching. They were forever watching. Some of them looked at him with hatred, and others watched him with pain written all over their faces. There were some more who were weeping, and even more who had shock eternally frozen on their faces. But they all knew the same thing: Battousai.
You killed me.
You tore my life apart.
You made my wife a widow.
You made my son an orphan.
You made my daughter parentless.
You destroyed my pride.
You cost my parents a son.
You cost my siblings a sister.
You killed me.
You killed me.
You killed me.
You killed me.
You killed me.
The truth seemed to push into his brain; it seemed to be pounding angrily inside his head, hitting him like a sledgehammer. He had killed them. His hands were stained with their blood.
"I... I'm... I'm sorry..." His voice was a mere whisper, but they heard him.
Sorry will never bring me back to my family.
Sorry will never bring me back to my family.
Sorry will never bring me back to my family.
Sorry will never bring me back to my family.
Their faces contorted into expressions of anger, and their mouths opened in silent screams of hatred.
You killed me.
You killed me.
You killed me.
You killed me.
You killed me.
Their words were like whiplashes, and they cut into his body, drawing blood. The pain spread through his body, filling every nerve with intense fire. He could feel the blood dripping from his wounds; he could see it pooling around him in a macabre, red pool.
You killed me.
You killed me.
He was screaming in agony. How could he have done such a thing? How could he have caused so much pain?
Then he saw her.
"Tomoe..." he whispered helplessly.
She was impaled upon the point of a sword. His sword.
"TOMOE!" His throat seemed to rip apart as he uttered her name.
She turned towards him, the blood from her wound spurting onto him, wetting his face.
It's raining.
He heard her voice, as clear and delicate as ever.
You sure make it rain, don't you?
She was smiling. She was smiling sadly. Her beautiful smile.
You made a rain of blood.
"NO! No, Tomoe. No. No..." Kenshin whimpered feebly.
You killed me.
You killed me.
"TOMOE!!"
Everyone in the rest of the block had heard the agonized shout, but no one came running. It was normal.
But to Kaoru it wasn't. She watched impotently as Kenshin thrashed about on the pillar, banging his head against the wood. She needed to do something.
"Kenshin?" she asked softly. "Kenshin?"
She stepped forward and placed her small, delicate hand on his cheek, wincing as she felt that it was cold and clammy. He had broken into a cold sweat, and was drenched from head to toe. He moaned slightly as he felt her cool hand on his cheek, and his eyes snapped open.
Kaoru peered into them. Instead of the usual warm purple, this Kenshin's eyes were fiery amber, flashing dangerously. Then he blinked again, and his eyes returned to it's original purple.
"Kaoru-dono," he breathed raggedly, "I'm sorry about that." His eyes were glazed, and Kaoru could see beads of sweat sliding down his face.
She smiled. "It's fine, Kenshin. Are you all right?"
Kenshin inhaled deeply. "I was never better, Kaoru-dono."
"That's good."
There was a silence for a moment, before Kaoru asked, "Kenshin?"
"Yes, Kaoru-dono?"
"I think you're lying."
"I'm... lying?
"Yes, Kenshin. Tell me the truth. What happened?"
Kenshin felt another wave of pain pass through his body, and his breathing pace quickened. He felt a lump rising in his throat.
Kaoru paled. "Kenshin?"
He could not answer. The pain was just too hard to bear.
"Kenshin?" Kaoru asked worriedly. "Just... Just let it all out, Kenshin."
"Kaoru... dono... I need to... I feel nauseous..."
Then he threw up.
Kaoru felt sickened as Kenshin vomited all over her, but instead of backing away in disgust like she would normally do, she instead threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.
"Just let it all out, Kenshin," she murmured into his ear, patting his back as if he was a small child.
Then the tears came.
For the first time in ten years, Himura Kenshin cried.
A/N:
Whew! I finally finished the "dream sequence". Lots of Linkin Park was involved in this- their songs are really good for this kind of thing... heh. Oh, and before I forget, The Memory of Trees is the title of a really enchanting song of the same name by the great and wonderful Enya. YAY! Enya and Linkin Park rocks!!
Sorry about that... :)
Oh, quick Disclaimer: RK is not mine, Enya's songs are not mine, Linkin Park's songs are not mine, only the plot is mine. And those little philosophical quotes on the top there. Yes, those are mine. And I NEED A BETA! Wheet wheet! A BETA READER!!
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