I was going to let you wait a while. But then I got bored. I did not copy
anyone. I had planned to end this fic like this. This chapter and the next
hold extreme angst and drama, as well as a little romance. So enjoy. I hope
to make them long, but who knows, eh?
I do not own Kenshin. I own his clone^^ Thanks DSH
Oh, I'm gunna do a better POV fic soon. Inuyasha. And more Kenshins, as well, though I'm not sure about POV --------------
My breath caught in my chest as he dashed off. Blankly, I reached toward him, as if trying to catch him, or atleast his shadow. But he was gone before I could even touch him. I sat like a statue, watching as day turned to night, before his absence struck me. Chocking back a sob, I pulled quickly to my feet, ignoring what the tears rolling down my cheeks, even though they radiated with the moons light, tiny silver streaks that borke and fell into the darkness surrounding me, causing me to quicken my hastey pace in the direction he had fled.
Shaking my head, I stopped, turning back to the dojo, rushing my room, my hand wraping around the dired black roses I'd kept since I'd first aquired them. The dry petals crinkled slightly under my touch, as though they were more fragile then glass. And they were.
I was shocked to find myself outside again, staring at the stars that watched with eerie silence, a silence that wrapped around me, pulling me again toward Kenshin, as I hoped to find him before it was too late. Dread ripped it's talons through me, sending shivers down my spine, as I made my closer to Kenshin, weaving through the thick black trees on either side of me, as I hurried toward the river, praying he was alright.
As the gleaming silver water came into sight I saw him, and urged myself foreward, trembling as I took a seat beside him. His eyes continued to see nothing, as they remained upon the rivers depths, him drawing one ragged breath after another. The roses clutched in my right hand became forgotten, as I reached with my left, caressing his shoulder softly, snapping him from the cloud of sorrow and fear that had surrounded him, ripping him back to reality, causing him to take note of me, as I whispered softly his name, sitting beside him, though my back rested not against the tree his did. Nor did it touch anything than the whisps of chill air that had followed me through the small journey I had gone on to find him.
"Koaru.." He muttered, watching me as if he feared to touch me, least he break me. His eyes fell quickly to the black dirt beneath us, and I, feeling brave,touched my chin to his shoulder, a feeling of warmth running through me as his arm pulled around my waist, moving me closer, as he gazed upon me yet again, still looking ashamed and fearful.
A silent tear made it's way down his cheek, and he looked back toward the dojo, evident he had thought I would not persue him. I reached my free hand toward his face, pulling away the tear with ease, and he sighed softly, leaning into my touch, and then some, until his face rested in the crook of my neck, and the warmth of his breath releaved me further. Drawing my arm about him as well, I towwed him closer, noting the quiver of him, holding him there as if it were the last time I'd see him, and I found myself dismising the thoughts as soon as they had come, and I let my eyes fall closed as he continued to hold me, and I him.
Slowely he pulled away, and I felt his gaze again upon me, and so I met it, noting the look of determination, as well as regret in the vivid violet pools of his that showed little emotion toward any but me. A soft whimper pulled around us, though it may have been the wind. A small frown settled upon his face, and he leaned again toward me, brushing hips against mine, pulling me closer yet, my mouth falling open slightly, as my eyes let themselves fall closed. And while he rocked back and forth in what was ment ot be comforting, his tongue made its way into my mouth as had it before, the meeting with my own breif before he pulled away again, leaving me breathless. Sighing again, he leaned toward me, brushing his lips upon my ear, as he whispered, "I am sorry, Kaoru, that I am. I do love you."
As he pulled away a grim frown tugged at my lips, and I followed his gaze to the still sheathed sword residing upon his hip. "Kenshin..No.."
"I want you to leave now..Please....Do not watch...I do not deserve to live, having taken so many lives. I could hurt you. I killed that man, and cannot be excused, that I cannot. Please, Kaoru, do not watch.."
"No..." I muttered, finding myself upon my feet, tears burning in my eyes. "Kenshin, don't.." He shook his head, refusingo look upon me, as his hand moved to the sakabatou he had weild, and used to kill. He drew the sword slowely, the matalic clang as it pulled from its casing sending shivers down my spine.
He eyed the blade with a slight look of hunger, and I realised he had forgotten my prescence. His grip about it tightened, and I called him name, to get no reaction, as he pressed the swords tip to his stomach, muttering a faint good bye as he plunged the blade into himself, his eyes widening in the immeadiate pain of it, and he withdrew the sword, examining the black streaks of blood that had pooled upon it, the moons light causing the metal to flash in places, where others were dimmed with blood, causing the sword to look black and silver.
A soft gasp pulled from him, as the sword dropped from his hand, and he swayed slightly, slumping into the tree. I knew he was not yet dead. I screamed his name, causing him to look over finally, his eyes devoid of emotion, and falling dim as his life drained with his blood from the wound that traveled through him entirely, the blade having thraveled even through his back. A flash of sorrow took him,and he whispered my name, before closing his eyes, falling silent, to remain so forever more. In an act of desperation, I reached for his blood soaked sword, following his example with a grimmace of fear and pain, but also releaf.
"I'm coming.." I muttered, dropping the black roses, as I fell to my knees, discarding the sword to the ground my side, as my sight became fuzzy, and black swooped over me, and I drew my last breath, knowing in the morning here we would be found, two lovers stained black with our own blood, and two roses, stained black with age, all equally dead.
------------ Kenshin POV will be good-ful! what you think? Longish, hrm? Eh. Please reveiw. I wants to see your reaction. I'm sorry to do this to you, but you must wait for the last chappy. M'kay? Flames are fine, and I've never had a death threat, so. I dun really mind that, either. So blah. And Merry Easter! Have some stanky melty cheese. Ha!
I do not own Kenshin. I own his clone^^ Thanks DSH
Oh, I'm gunna do a better POV fic soon. Inuyasha. And more Kenshins, as well, though I'm not sure about POV --------------
My breath caught in my chest as he dashed off. Blankly, I reached toward him, as if trying to catch him, or atleast his shadow. But he was gone before I could even touch him. I sat like a statue, watching as day turned to night, before his absence struck me. Chocking back a sob, I pulled quickly to my feet, ignoring what the tears rolling down my cheeks, even though they radiated with the moons light, tiny silver streaks that borke and fell into the darkness surrounding me, causing me to quicken my hastey pace in the direction he had fled.
Shaking my head, I stopped, turning back to the dojo, rushing my room, my hand wraping around the dired black roses I'd kept since I'd first aquired them. The dry petals crinkled slightly under my touch, as though they were more fragile then glass. And they were.
I was shocked to find myself outside again, staring at the stars that watched with eerie silence, a silence that wrapped around me, pulling me again toward Kenshin, as I hoped to find him before it was too late. Dread ripped it's talons through me, sending shivers down my spine, as I made my closer to Kenshin, weaving through the thick black trees on either side of me, as I hurried toward the river, praying he was alright.
As the gleaming silver water came into sight I saw him, and urged myself foreward, trembling as I took a seat beside him. His eyes continued to see nothing, as they remained upon the rivers depths, him drawing one ragged breath after another. The roses clutched in my right hand became forgotten, as I reached with my left, caressing his shoulder softly, snapping him from the cloud of sorrow and fear that had surrounded him, ripping him back to reality, causing him to take note of me, as I whispered softly his name, sitting beside him, though my back rested not against the tree his did. Nor did it touch anything than the whisps of chill air that had followed me through the small journey I had gone on to find him.
"Koaru.." He muttered, watching me as if he feared to touch me, least he break me. His eyes fell quickly to the black dirt beneath us, and I, feeling brave,touched my chin to his shoulder, a feeling of warmth running through me as his arm pulled around my waist, moving me closer, as he gazed upon me yet again, still looking ashamed and fearful.
A silent tear made it's way down his cheek, and he looked back toward the dojo, evident he had thought I would not persue him. I reached my free hand toward his face, pulling away the tear with ease, and he sighed softly, leaning into my touch, and then some, until his face rested in the crook of my neck, and the warmth of his breath releaved me further. Drawing my arm about him as well, I towwed him closer, noting the quiver of him, holding him there as if it were the last time I'd see him, and I found myself dismising the thoughts as soon as they had come, and I let my eyes fall closed as he continued to hold me, and I him.
Slowely he pulled away, and I felt his gaze again upon me, and so I met it, noting the look of determination, as well as regret in the vivid violet pools of his that showed little emotion toward any but me. A soft whimper pulled around us, though it may have been the wind. A small frown settled upon his face, and he leaned again toward me, brushing hips against mine, pulling me closer yet, my mouth falling open slightly, as my eyes let themselves fall closed. And while he rocked back and forth in what was ment ot be comforting, his tongue made its way into my mouth as had it before, the meeting with my own breif before he pulled away again, leaving me breathless. Sighing again, he leaned toward me, brushing his lips upon my ear, as he whispered, "I am sorry, Kaoru, that I am. I do love you."
As he pulled away a grim frown tugged at my lips, and I followed his gaze to the still sheathed sword residing upon his hip. "Kenshin..No.."
"I want you to leave now..Please....Do not watch...I do not deserve to live, having taken so many lives. I could hurt you. I killed that man, and cannot be excused, that I cannot. Please, Kaoru, do not watch.."
"No..." I muttered, finding myself upon my feet, tears burning in my eyes. "Kenshin, don't.." He shook his head, refusingo look upon me, as his hand moved to the sakabatou he had weild, and used to kill. He drew the sword slowely, the matalic clang as it pulled from its casing sending shivers down my spine.
He eyed the blade with a slight look of hunger, and I realised he had forgotten my prescence. His grip about it tightened, and I called him name, to get no reaction, as he pressed the swords tip to his stomach, muttering a faint good bye as he plunged the blade into himself, his eyes widening in the immeadiate pain of it, and he withdrew the sword, examining the black streaks of blood that had pooled upon it, the moons light causing the metal to flash in places, where others were dimmed with blood, causing the sword to look black and silver.
A soft gasp pulled from him, as the sword dropped from his hand, and he swayed slightly, slumping into the tree. I knew he was not yet dead. I screamed his name, causing him to look over finally, his eyes devoid of emotion, and falling dim as his life drained with his blood from the wound that traveled through him entirely, the blade having thraveled even through his back. A flash of sorrow took him,and he whispered my name, before closing his eyes, falling silent, to remain so forever more. In an act of desperation, I reached for his blood soaked sword, following his example with a grimmace of fear and pain, but also releaf.
"I'm coming.." I muttered, dropping the black roses, as I fell to my knees, discarding the sword to the ground my side, as my sight became fuzzy, and black swooped over me, and I drew my last breath, knowing in the morning here we would be found, two lovers stained black with our own blood, and two roses, stained black with age, all equally dead.
------------ Kenshin POV will be good-ful! what you think? Longish, hrm? Eh. Please reveiw. I wants to see your reaction. I'm sorry to do this to you, but you must wait for the last chappy. M'kay? Flames are fine, and I've never had a death threat, so. I dun really mind that, either. So blah. And Merry Easter! Have some stanky melty cheese. Ha!