RED WIND RUROUNI PART 4
A/N- Hi again! Not much to say, so enjoy!
Disclaimer- I only own Jiani! The other characters are not mine! Rurouni Kenshin is not mine!
CHAPTER 1- AOSHI AND MISAO
The next day was cloudy and miserable, perfect for how the Kenshin-gumi felt. On this day, two memorial tablets were made, but only one coffin had a person within. Kamiya Kaoru lay in a white kimono, her hands clasped over her shattered heart, her eyes respectfully closed.
Sanosuke had come and gone within just a few minutes. His eyes were red from crying and he looked more beat up than when he had finished his fights. He had gazed at Kaoru for a moment, read her name on her tablet, and then walked tiredly over to where Jiani's tablet was. It was there he knelt and placed his gift.
It was a full sakura blossom, one of the last he was able to find. It had come from the same grove the two had spent those precious times together. But now, it was no more.
Tears began anew, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. He could see her so clearly in his mind, her fiery-red hair, her mysteriously dark eyes, her soft smile.
"Don't worry.because I'm going to protect you,"
He made a fist with his bad hand, causing it to bleed through its wraps. He had lied to her on that night. He'd failed to keep his promise and it tore him up to know that.
Finally, he got up, wiped his face clean, and turned away.
Yahiko was sitting in the doorway, bandaged from head to toe. He barely acknowledged Sanosuke when he passed, but he did raise his head. Sanosuke could see his face was tear-streaked as well. He felt sorry for the kid. Still, he kept walking.
"Sanosuke."
Yahiko's voice stopped him, but he didn't turn around. "What?"
"Where's Kenshin?"
"I don't know." He continued to walk, a new resolve beginning to burn in his eyes. "But I'm going to find him."
............
By afternoon, Yahiko was outside and sitting under the shade of a tree. For once, he felt no impulse to train. What was the point anyway? He was without a master now.
"Aoshi-sama! We're here! We made it!"
"."
The boy lifted his head. He knew that childish voice anywhere. By the time he was on his feet, Misao came bouncing into the yard, Aoshi following a little more calmly. She beamed at the sight of the boy. "Hey! Yahiko, long time no see!"
He didn't smile. "Yeah."
Her smile faded. "What's wrong?"
He led them both inside and pointed to the tablets. Misao leaned in to read them, but pulled away instantly. "Kaoru.Jiani!"
Aoshi stood still, face stern.
Misao turned to the boy. "W-What happened here?"
A while later, long after Yahiko had told her and Aoshi what happened, Misao sat alone on the well, one leg drawn up, tears falling. "We all promised to get together again here! And.and have all kinds of fun!" She broke down sobbing.
From inside the dojo, where he sat meditating, Aoshi opened his eyes to her cries. All the while, he wondered what had truly happened that night.
A/N- Hi again! Not much to say, so enjoy!
Disclaimer- I only own Jiani! The other characters are not mine! Rurouni Kenshin is not mine!
CHAPTER 1- AOSHI AND MISAO
The next day was cloudy and miserable, perfect for how the Kenshin-gumi felt. On this day, two memorial tablets were made, but only one coffin had a person within. Kamiya Kaoru lay in a white kimono, her hands clasped over her shattered heart, her eyes respectfully closed.
Sanosuke had come and gone within just a few minutes. His eyes were red from crying and he looked more beat up than when he had finished his fights. He had gazed at Kaoru for a moment, read her name on her tablet, and then walked tiredly over to where Jiani's tablet was. It was there he knelt and placed his gift.
It was a full sakura blossom, one of the last he was able to find. It had come from the same grove the two had spent those precious times together. But now, it was no more.
Tears began anew, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. He could see her so clearly in his mind, her fiery-red hair, her mysteriously dark eyes, her soft smile.
"Don't worry.because I'm going to protect you,"
He made a fist with his bad hand, causing it to bleed through its wraps. He had lied to her on that night. He'd failed to keep his promise and it tore him up to know that.
Finally, he got up, wiped his face clean, and turned away.
Yahiko was sitting in the doorway, bandaged from head to toe. He barely acknowledged Sanosuke when he passed, but he did raise his head. Sanosuke could see his face was tear-streaked as well. He felt sorry for the kid. Still, he kept walking.
"Sanosuke."
Yahiko's voice stopped him, but he didn't turn around. "What?"
"Where's Kenshin?"
"I don't know." He continued to walk, a new resolve beginning to burn in his eyes. "But I'm going to find him."
............
By afternoon, Yahiko was outside and sitting under the shade of a tree. For once, he felt no impulse to train. What was the point anyway? He was without a master now.
"Aoshi-sama! We're here! We made it!"
"."
The boy lifted his head. He knew that childish voice anywhere. By the time he was on his feet, Misao came bouncing into the yard, Aoshi following a little more calmly. She beamed at the sight of the boy. "Hey! Yahiko, long time no see!"
He didn't smile. "Yeah."
Her smile faded. "What's wrong?"
He led them both inside and pointed to the tablets. Misao leaned in to read them, but pulled away instantly. "Kaoru.Jiani!"
Aoshi stood still, face stern.
Misao turned to the boy. "W-What happened here?"
A while later, long after Yahiko had told her and Aoshi what happened, Misao sat alone on the well, one leg drawn up, tears falling. "We all promised to get together again here! And.and have all kinds of fun!" She broke down sobbing.
From inside the dojo, where he sat meditating, Aoshi opened his eyes to her cries. All the while, he wondered what had truly happened that night.