A/N: Well, this is the last chapter. The story has finally come to an end.
Hopefully you all enjoyed it and didn't think my writing was too bad. My
friend and I are thinking of making a story, which will be a takeoff on one
of these scenes. But it will not be a serious story. Basically it will be a
humorous crazy story. So look for it if you want. And thank you all for
reviewing my story.
Kenshin looked down at Kaoru. She was peaceful, beautiful. Tears started stinging his eyes. He should have been more careful with her; she shouldn't have died. Kenshin thought back to all that they had been through. No one, especially her, should have dealt with all that. But she wouldn't have to anymore.
Tears splattered onto her pale skin and rolled off. The tears mixed with her blood, tears of blood. Kenshin leaned down and kissed her forehead. He reached over and grabbed the knife, the weapon used to kill Kaoru, that Sanosuke had dropped. He wanted to be with Kaoru. He didn't want a life without her. This was the only way. Kenshin looked at the faces of his dead friends. Yahiko, Sanosuke, Megumi, Kaoru. He would be joining them soon.
Kenshin raised the knife into the air, the blade pointed to his chest, his heart. One quick motion and it would be done, his life would be ended. There would be pain but only for a little while. Then it would go away, and he would see them again. All of them. Kaoru.
The knife dropped to the floor. Kenshin bowed his head, tears streaming down his cheeks more frequently now. Why couldn't he do it? This is what he wanted, to be with her again. It didn't seem right if he was the one to live, the one to go on. It had been all his fault this had happened. If he hadn't turned into Batoussai, if he hadn't almost killed Kaoru, none of this would have happened. They wouldn't have come to this wretched place of death.
But he still couldn't do it. Kenshin stood, but still kept his gaze on Kaoru.
"I'm sorry, Miss Kaoru. I'm so sorry. I want to, but I just-I just can't for some reason. Please accept my apology. I love you, that I do. I love you more than I can say. It seems, though, that I need to go on for you, for all of you. I need to find those that killed Miss Megumi and Yahiko. I need to carry all of you in my heart for the rest of my life. That seems the only way for me to repent for what I have done. I will always be thinking about you, about all of you. I love you Kaoru."
Kenshin walked slowly towards the door and, taking one last look into the bedroom at the four motionless bodies, slid the door shut behind him. He walked outside and stood on the edge of the porch, letting the wind softly caress his cheek and blow his hair. He smiled into it, a very unexpected and unlikely thing for him to do. Afterall, his friends had just been slaughtered. But he had his memories of them, and he would repent and let them live on in him. The blood on his reverse blade sword that he would never wash off and the new scars that would form on his body would be reminders of what occurred on this day. This day of all days. It would remind him to keep living so that the others could also live. Kenshin knew he would never be the same after this. Who would? His friends would haunt him in the conscious and unconscious world. And Kaoru. Kenshin sighed. And Kaoru would rest forever within his heart. He would never forget about her. She died for him. She loved him. Kenshin walked slowly down the steps and into the tall grass. He should just think of it as a new journey, a new start to life. It would be a better one. The sun was setting as he walked away from the horrible scene, the sun casting beautiful shades of purple, blue, and red onto this godforsaken earth. The night would come and then a new day would begin. The world would continue to go on. But Kenshin would be stuck forever in the past, stuck forever on the day he lost everything but gained one thing. A new beginning.
Kenshin looked down at Kaoru. She was peaceful, beautiful. Tears started stinging his eyes. He should have been more careful with her; she shouldn't have died. Kenshin thought back to all that they had been through. No one, especially her, should have dealt with all that. But she wouldn't have to anymore.
Tears splattered onto her pale skin and rolled off. The tears mixed with her blood, tears of blood. Kenshin leaned down and kissed her forehead. He reached over and grabbed the knife, the weapon used to kill Kaoru, that Sanosuke had dropped. He wanted to be with Kaoru. He didn't want a life without her. This was the only way. Kenshin looked at the faces of his dead friends. Yahiko, Sanosuke, Megumi, Kaoru. He would be joining them soon.
Kenshin raised the knife into the air, the blade pointed to his chest, his heart. One quick motion and it would be done, his life would be ended. There would be pain but only for a little while. Then it would go away, and he would see them again. All of them. Kaoru.
The knife dropped to the floor. Kenshin bowed his head, tears streaming down his cheeks more frequently now. Why couldn't he do it? This is what he wanted, to be with her again. It didn't seem right if he was the one to live, the one to go on. It had been all his fault this had happened. If he hadn't turned into Batoussai, if he hadn't almost killed Kaoru, none of this would have happened. They wouldn't have come to this wretched place of death.
But he still couldn't do it. Kenshin stood, but still kept his gaze on Kaoru.
"I'm sorry, Miss Kaoru. I'm so sorry. I want to, but I just-I just can't for some reason. Please accept my apology. I love you, that I do. I love you more than I can say. It seems, though, that I need to go on for you, for all of you. I need to find those that killed Miss Megumi and Yahiko. I need to carry all of you in my heart for the rest of my life. That seems the only way for me to repent for what I have done. I will always be thinking about you, about all of you. I love you Kaoru."
Kenshin walked slowly towards the door and, taking one last look into the bedroom at the four motionless bodies, slid the door shut behind him. He walked outside and stood on the edge of the porch, letting the wind softly caress his cheek and blow his hair. He smiled into it, a very unexpected and unlikely thing for him to do. Afterall, his friends had just been slaughtered. But he had his memories of them, and he would repent and let them live on in him. The blood on his reverse blade sword that he would never wash off and the new scars that would form on his body would be reminders of what occurred on this day. This day of all days. It would remind him to keep living so that the others could also live. Kenshin knew he would never be the same after this. Who would? His friends would haunt him in the conscious and unconscious world. And Kaoru. Kenshin sighed. And Kaoru would rest forever within his heart. He would never forget about her. She died for him. She loved him. Kenshin walked slowly down the steps and into the tall grass. He should just think of it as a new journey, a new start to life. It would be a better one. The sun was setting as he walked away from the horrible scene, the sun casting beautiful shades of purple, blue, and red onto this godforsaken earth. The night would come and then a new day would begin. The world would continue to go on. But Kenshin would be stuck forever in the past, stuck forever on the day he lost everything but gained one thing. A new beginning.