___chapter four [[restless]]
[A/n: =] I've been bad. Never updated. O___O;; You don't have any idea how much homework they can put on an idiotic kid who is supposed to get all 95's and above. =___="
Anyway, I just realized, I didn't put any disclaimers. O___o;; But seriously, come on. Do you all –really- think I own RK? *falls out of chair laughing* this IS a disclaimer, by the way, and since I don't want to bother with disclaimers throughout the rest of the story, this applies throughout the whole story.]
Lost Dreams
(By Hitokiri Midori)
Calm, peaceful serenity…
A world where people can live in peace, where they can smile and laugh without a care…
I'm fighting for that world.
At least, I think I am.
But it isn't fair…
Why…
Is my pain a sacrifice for this world?
Why me?
But no. You, your pain… you have pain too.
Your eyes, empty…
They're crying. Your soul is crying.
Is it my fault?
Yes… it is.
You once knew love, and I destroyed it…
It is fair.
I hurt you; I took away your happiness.
My pain is the heavens' revenge for destroying you're happiness.
But that still doesn't stop my soul from crying…
My soul cries while my hands are drenched with blood.
"Are you alright?" She asks softly.
Well, now that you're here, I am. I think, but then mentally slap myself. I am glad that I didn't say it aloud.
"They shouldn't have given you that much to drink."
"I can handle it!" I can hear my voice rising.
She looked my way. "You're a child. How old are you?" She demanded quietly.
"Fifteen." I spat, annoyed. Me? A child? How dare she? Why, she should fear me, she should-
She looked amused.
"All this time I thought you had some sort of growth deficiency." Was it just my imagination, or was she about to laugh?
"You're not that tall yourself, you know."
"But I'm a woman, and I'm eighteen. I'm still taller than you." She retorted.
I didn't say anything for a while, we just sat there, silent. But it was nice.
It wasn't an awkward moment, which was rather odd, to say the least, considering our situation. Who would've thought we were enjoying each other's company?
Wait. What am I saying?
I killed her fiancé. The one she loved.
She would hate me forever.
The smile that threatened to rise to my face faded away quickly.
"Yukishiro-san!" Tomoe whipped her head around quickly, looking to see who called out her name. Whoever called her out may also know about her connection with Enishi…
The man who called out her name was tall, taller than she was, at least, with dark black hair pulled back in the traditional samurai ponytail. He had what looked like a little mustache growing, and covered his face in the shadow of his hat. [a/n: What do you call those things? Chichiri has one ^^]
"Y… yes?" Tomoe asked cautiously, gripping the handle of the broom tighter than she realized. She had been cleaning the yard since morning, but even as early as she rose, Kenshin was always gone. He returned home late at night, as if he did not want to see her face.
But no. She didn't care… did she?
"I'm Iizuka." The man bowed slightly, and she returned it. "Pleased to meet you. You must be Yukishiro Tomoe-san."
Tomoe nodded slowly, still cautious.
"I've heard a lot about you, especially from that lady who works at the restaurant." She slowly let out a drawn breath. This man was just someone who knew her boss.
"She's been worried about you, Yukishiro-san. You haven't shown up at work for almost a week. She sent me to come fetch you, she wants to see for herself if you've been well or not."
"Mm." Tomoe semi-replied, laying the broom down softly on the ground.
"Will you come with me?" Iizuka lend out a hand, although Tomoe did not accept it. Looking back at the house, she started towards the restaurant, but staying two steps behind him.
Staying silent the whole time, Tomoe walked with quiet steps, as if she were on a stealth mission.
In front of her, Iizuka chuckled to himself. No wonder they wanted her to be the spy.
He stopped, standing with his feet planted firmly in the ground. Tomoe paused.
"Why did you stop?" She asked quietly.
"Don't play that game, Yukishiro." Iizuka whispered lethally.
"Game…?"
"You knew… You knew you were in the Battousai's home. And you never left it. You found that note; our spies saw you. You knew that we had every intention of using you. Why didn't you leave? We wouldn't have stopped you."
"I… I…" Tomoe couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
"Himura is our strongest assassin. Without him, we may loose this whole revolution. Everything we've been fighting for would be gone. That is what those fools in the Ishin believe. But I… I am different." Iizuka explained, a menacing glint in his eye. "They are fueled by useless desires for peace, social quality… those desires will never get you anywhere. A fool may spend his entire life yearning for those dreams to become accomplished, but it will never come true. Only money can bring you anywhere in this world…" His voice rasped.
"Wh… What do you want?" Tomoe gasped, stepping backwards.
"I will be paid handsomely if I bring the one object that Himura may react to if killed to them. Of course, he will go after you, and they will ambush him and kill him. It's a simple plan used so many times through history, only with you as the bait. Sayoonara, Yukishiro-san."
The last thing Tomoe saw before everything went black was a fist coming at her face.
[a/n: *hides* Ahhhhh~ This fic is getting terrible. o____o I must instigate some sort of plot… stat! Well, a plot's coming. A deviously plotless plot, de gozaru. I'll try to update soon. So… much… homework… *sinks underneath homework sea*]