~Rain at Night. Deep into the Night~
disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Some other dude does. Oh poo.
Warning: I didn't like how the story was going so I revised what I wrote. Hope you like it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ chapter 2: White Plum Blossoms
He held on to her. His mane of fire fell upon the beauty that he held in his arms. He couldn't believe what happened right then.
The old man that he fought was struck down, meaning he was no threat to them now since he was dead, but this was gained at a price. The price was the beauty that was in his arms, who also was struck down. She tried to protect her lover from the old man, but got in the way. He couldn't stop his attack from her.
"Th-this....this is.....the scent......white.....plums....no....."
As she fell down to her snowy bed, her weapon she was using, fell back and stroke her lover's left cheek, completing the cross scar. He ran and caught her right before she fell, using his god like speed at the last minute.
He gathered her up, placing her so he could see her face once more.
"Tomoe....Tomoe....." He whispered to urge her to wake up. "Tomoe.....Why.....Why.....?" Tears well trailing down his cheeks and fell down, kissing her forehead.
"Don't worry about me..... it's better this way..... so please......don't cry......" She gave her last smile, one that lights up her face, even though it is a sad smile. He engraved this image into his memory.
"Tomoe.....Tomoe......" He whispered as she closed her eyes. "Tomoe.....TOMOEE!!!" He yelled out her name as he could feel her go limp in his caress. "No....please...don't go....Tomoe....." He said her name for the last time, whispering it, letting the name slip out from his lips.
He looked at her for the last time, and then proceeded to bury her. Her ebony hair cascaded down and framed her face. Her cheeks were tinged a light pink and her lips were cherry red. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to look like she was only sleeping, but her sleep was more than temporary, it was for eternity.
His tears were building up in his eyes but he refused to cry out anymore, remembering her promise. He carried her and placed her down so she could rest in peace.
As he turned around and walked away, he closed his heart forever and built a wall of isolation so he would never love again. He had given his heart out to be loved but fate was against him. He was nebulous on what to do now. He yanked his sword from its stance in the ground and wiped it.
Snow was falling everywhere he went. He could smell a faint trace of white plums still hanging in the air, reminding him all what happened. Rage filled him, hating himself for what he did but was replaced by sorrow and then nothing but emptiness. He was in a trance and nothing could have woken him up except for the cold snow flakes that kept biting at him in the blizzard. He now hated the snow for not letting him wallow in his misery.
His only answer to keep living was the love for blood, war and chaos. That was his only choice since he believed that true love is not real anymore.
~* end of flashback*~
Battousai was leaning against a tree. He folded his legs, placed his sword on his shoulder and closed his eyes. This is what he considered sleeping. But every time he "slept" he had nightmares of his once love.
His nightmares taunted him on how he killed his one true love. They told him he would never find peace ever again. He was nothing but a cold man- slayer who killed everyone-men, even children and women. He didn't deserve anything and didn't deserve love. If he did, he would just kill her.
Battousai woke up, getting aggravated by the stupid taunts that his mind kept telling him. He relaxed and sat there, listening to the sound of the night. It always seemed to calm him. He looked up in front of him and saw that it was a full moon. 'How could I forget how beautiful a full moon can be. It might be beautiful but it holds many secrets' He thought in his head, replaying his memories.
He suddenly heard screams and war cries in the distance. Upon hearing this, instincts took place and he was in full Battousai mode, golden eyes surveying his surroundings which was a thick forest to his right. His hand on the hilt of his sword and in a battoujutsu stance, he was ready for anything.
When nothing came out of the forest, he ran towards it, with the moon following him on his left. He ran with exceptional speed and in a couple of heartbeats, reached the site. A fire blazed in the middle of the clearing. A young maiden was tied up to a tree, surrounded by dozens of men.
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Dun dun dun... I know how to make perfect pasta. (Smiles)
Okay, I think that was a very bad ending/cliffhanger but that's okay. I still know how to make perfect pasta!
disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Some other dude does. Oh poo.
Warning: I didn't like how the story was going so I revised what I wrote. Hope you like it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ chapter 2: White Plum Blossoms
He held on to her. His mane of fire fell upon the beauty that he held in his arms. He couldn't believe what happened right then.
The old man that he fought was struck down, meaning he was no threat to them now since he was dead, but this was gained at a price. The price was the beauty that was in his arms, who also was struck down. She tried to protect her lover from the old man, but got in the way. He couldn't stop his attack from her.
"Th-this....this is.....the scent......white.....plums....no....."
As she fell down to her snowy bed, her weapon she was using, fell back and stroke her lover's left cheek, completing the cross scar. He ran and caught her right before she fell, using his god like speed at the last minute.
He gathered her up, placing her so he could see her face once more.
"Tomoe....Tomoe....." He whispered to urge her to wake up. "Tomoe.....Why.....Why.....?" Tears well trailing down his cheeks and fell down, kissing her forehead.
"Don't worry about me..... it's better this way..... so please......don't cry......" She gave her last smile, one that lights up her face, even though it is a sad smile. He engraved this image into his memory.
"Tomoe.....Tomoe......" He whispered as she closed her eyes. "Tomoe.....TOMOEE!!!" He yelled out her name as he could feel her go limp in his caress. "No....please...don't go....Tomoe....." He said her name for the last time, whispering it, letting the name slip out from his lips.
He looked at her for the last time, and then proceeded to bury her. Her ebony hair cascaded down and framed her face. Her cheeks were tinged a light pink and her lips were cherry red. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to look like she was only sleeping, but her sleep was more than temporary, it was for eternity.
His tears were building up in his eyes but he refused to cry out anymore, remembering her promise. He carried her and placed her down so she could rest in peace.
As he turned around and walked away, he closed his heart forever and built a wall of isolation so he would never love again. He had given his heart out to be loved but fate was against him. He was nebulous on what to do now. He yanked his sword from its stance in the ground and wiped it.
Snow was falling everywhere he went. He could smell a faint trace of white plums still hanging in the air, reminding him all what happened. Rage filled him, hating himself for what he did but was replaced by sorrow and then nothing but emptiness. He was in a trance and nothing could have woken him up except for the cold snow flakes that kept biting at him in the blizzard. He now hated the snow for not letting him wallow in his misery.
His only answer to keep living was the love for blood, war and chaos. That was his only choice since he believed that true love is not real anymore.
~* end of flashback*~
Battousai was leaning against a tree. He folded his legs, placed his sword on his shoulder and closed his eyes. This is what he considered sleeping. But every time he "slept" he had nightmares of his once love.
His nightmares taunted him on how he killed his one true love. They told him he would never find peace ever again. He was nothing but a cold man- slayer who killed everyone-men, even children and women. He didn't deserve anything and didn't deserve love. If he did, he would just kill her.
Battousai woke up, getting aggravated by the stupid taunts that his mind kept telling him. He relaxed and sat there, listening to the sound of the night. It always seemed to calm him. He looked up in front of him and saw that it was a full moon. 'How could I forget how beautiful a full moon can be. It might be beautiful but it holds many secrets' He thought in his head, replaying his memories.
He suddenly heard screams and war cries in the distance. Upon hearing this, instincts took place and he was in full Battousai mode, golden eyes surveying his surroundings which was a thick forest to his right. His hand on the hilt of his sword and in a battoujutsu stance, he was ready for anything.
When nothing came out of the forest, he ran towards it, with the moon following him on his left. He ran with exceptional speed and in a couple of heartbeats, reached the site. A fire blazed in the middle of the clearing. A young maiden was tied up to a tree, surrounded by dozens of men.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dun dun dun... I know how to make perfect pasta. (Smiles)
Okay, I think that was a very bad ending/cliffhanger but that's okay. I still know how to make perfect pasta!