To my biggest fan, FHB, an appology is due. I'm sorry I may have seemed to
dislike Kaoru in our chat, but when I thought about it I realised it was
Megumi I disliked..So she died..Mwahahaha..Sorry to those reading who like
Megumi...She buggs me...FHB, I was just confused when I woke, forgive me?
This is again dedicated to you, as a sign of my appology..Oh, and Megumi
liking readers...Please still read. I do accept flames, so
well...Yeah...Can't do the lime, though, because I fear permanant
groundation...(Kenshin doesn't die.. IT'S TRUE!!!!! BELIEVE!! *cries*)
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The plate I held shattered upon contact with the floor, but that was the least of my worries. My scream echoed through the dojo, and the three men rushed to the kitchen, gasping at the twisted, bloody corpse of Megumi. She looked nothing as she had in life, her face scratched and coated in her scarlet blood that had only begin to coat and crust, holding her mouth forever in a twisted look of fear and agony. Obviously a scream had poured hoarsely from her still open mouth, though no one else had been around. Her clothing was torn, and he blood pooled and dripped in such a way suggesting she had crawled here in the last of her strength, crying for help. A scratch on her forehead had leaked blood over her eyes and down her cheeks, where slightly cleaner streaks were shown, so tears had been shed.
She had been pretty, but now she was the mutilated corpse so often seen before the revolution. Her hands still clutched at an invisable essence, her body twisted and bent upon the floor which would remain stained with blood until the day at fell. All but dropplets flaking in the cracks and paneling of the flooring could be washed away from sight and smell.
Her eyes, once so bright, retained a permenent clasp on unspeakable horror, though they were filled with nothing more. Her legs were sprawled as if she had fallen, and was unable to stand again, and so she twisted her spine scampering away backwards, tears flowing from once magnificent eyes, hand reaching toward the murderer as she pleaded for her life, and screamed for help, but got satisfaction of neither. There were no footprints, only a bloody knife none could reconize laying at her side.
We all left that day angery at her, and now none of us had the chance to persue our depature with kind words, or appologies. We were angery simply because she refused to cook, and I was tired of doing it. Kenshin had tried, but I don't like black food...So I made breakfast, asking Megumi to clean, and leaving, accompanied by the boys.
Though looking with a dropped jaw and fear filled eyes at the very dead Megumi, Kenshin pulled me close, sheilding my eyes from the sight for another second, and so I wept into his chest as his hand traveled absently upon my back for comfort, and I merely sobbed more, feeling this is somehow my fault. I suppose Sano has told the police, because when I look up it is much later in the day, and Kenshin is looking down at me in worry, and Megumi is gone.
---------- Sorry for the shortness..It took me almost an hour and a half to write.. KENSHIN WILL LIVE FOREVER!!!!!! DON'T LIE TO ME! (eh....Please? I dun want to have to build a time machine, too..)
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The plate I held shattered upon contact with the floor, but that was the least of my worries. My scream echoed through the dojo, and the three men rushed to the kitchen, gasping at the twisted, bloody corpse of Megumi. She looked nothing as she had in life, her face scratched and coated in her scarlet blood that had only begin to coat and crust, holding her mouth forever in a twisted look of fear and agony. Obviously a scream had poured hoarsely from her still open mouth, though no one else had been around. Her clothing was torn, and he blood pooled and dripped in such a way suggesting she had crawled here in the last of her strength, crying for help. A scratch on her forehead had leaked blood over her eyes and down her cheeks, where slightly cleaner streaks were shown, so tears had been shed.
She had been pretty, but now she was the mutilated corpse so often seen before the revolution. Her hands still clutched at an invisable essence, her body twisted and bent upon the floor which would remain stained with blood until the day at fell. All but dropplets flaking in the cracks and paneling of the flooring could be washed away from sight and smell.
Her eyes, once so bright, retained a permenent clasp on unspeakable horror, though they were filled with nothing more. Her legs were sprawled as if she had fallen, and was unable to stand again, and so she twisted her spine scampering away backwards, tears flowing from once magnificent eyes, hand reaching toward the murderer as she pleaded for her life, and screamed for help, but got satisfaction of neither. There were no footprints, only a bloody knife none could reconize laying at her side.
We all left that day angery at her, and now none of us had the chance to persue our depature with kind words, or appologies. We were angery simply because she refused to cook, and I was tired of doing it. Kenshin had tried, but I don't like black food...So I made breakfast, asking Megumi to clean, and leaving, accompanied by the boys.
Though looking with a dropped jaw and fear filled eyes at the very dead Megumi, Kenshin pulled me close, sheilding my eyes from the sight for another second, and so I wept into his chest as his hand traveled absently upon my back for comfort, and I merely sobbed more, feeling this is somehow my fault. I suppose Sano has told the police, because when I look up it is much later in the day, and Kenshin is looking down at me in worry, and Megumi is gone.
---------- Sorry for the shortness..It took me almost an hour and a half to write.. KENSHIN WILL LIVE FOREVER!!!!!! DON'T LIE TO ME! (eh....Please? I dun want to have to build a time machine, too..)