Tomoko-chan: Numbah Three! Report to battle station!

Numbah Three (From KND): Aye aye, weird fanfic lady person miss!

Tomoko-chan: *stares* Um. . . at ease. . . Anywho, this poem was extra hard for me, because I didn't know whether you wanted the little BOY Enishi (the one I'm used to) or the grown up, white haired, strong Enishi (the one that tried to kill Kenshin. . . wah.) So, I decided to kind of, well, COMBINE them. One part is based on the one I know and hate, and the other is the one you know and hate (or love, I dunno. I hear he's kinda cute, but eh. . . I honestly have seen only one picture of him). I made a haiku, so don't blame me if it's weird. I just stuck them all together, heh.
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Enishi Yukishiro: The Hunter

Black hair, auburn eyes

That swirl silently in hate

Malice for her love

Clutching the paper

Folded to an umbrella

Painted in purple

Tears fall so lightly

In the pure, un-broken snow

You watch with wide eyes

Her umbrella slips

Falling to your sandaled feet

The blade slices through

The memory locked

The cascade of blood on him

Staining her pale face

Grief over comes you Your plan foiled by this man

Your heart is shattered

No one seems to care

As you feel this pain inside

"My sister is dead."

You can only muse

The whisper echoes along

A low reminder

Now, with hair so white

You tread in search of that man

Who killed her that day

He murdered his own

Right before your frightened eyes

And so he must pay

Battousai will die

His blood will wipe away hers

And you'll be content

Perhaps, one kind day

You will reunite with her

And cry, finally.