January.15,1845

"I know what you did to him and now I'm alone. Dare I say the name of my love Akira . I killed him with my own hands . My stubbonness for him to prove himself did this,I should die for what I did. Yet, your hands carried the deed. With your sword, you murdered him to death. Cutting away at his flesh while I stood away innocently.You caused the rain to bleed with your sin and the lives of innocent people to die for a false hope.So many must die by your sword and the teachings you bring forth.I still believe your ways and cause is wrong, hence I shall continue with the idea of "no killing".You kill like a man and sleep like a child. Your innocence in slumber is remarkable to me. Yet, your as dangerous as a fully growen tiger. Can I really trust him, dispite what father has said? The question is do I have a choice? Even his commander, I promised I would become a sheath for this monster. Akira, I greve for you so..but my skills must be used to aid a monster in sheeps' clothing. I trust my actions will not displease you, and I assure you one day I will be there to correct my poorly made mistake. I feel you through his scar when I see him sleep.It bleeds like a river of death, crying bloody tears of pain and sorrow. But lately, it's cleared up for some odd reason. He says it's due to the loss of blood and feeling, I believe different. It amuses me so to see it's progess day to day in it's condition."

She turns around and watches him sleep against the wall as, she herself, leans back letting out a horride sigh. "My dear Akira, do you wish for me to treat him the way I would with you? Seems as if your soul is at rest since that slice has healed."

She sighs once again and leans back with a slight smile ."Then it shall be." She place the ink off to the side and closes the diary. "I shall treat this stranger with care and kindness as I promised, but nothing more. I shall watch and avange your death with my own hands ." She looks down at the dagger within her kimono's wrap. "Forgive me, my love for any dishonor I bring." Her tiny hands grasp around the small dagger as she wimpered a bit. Slowly, she places the dagger in the draw and bows as she closes it. She stands from her recent position and walks over to the wall Kenshin rested his back against. Her eyes glanced sharply at the manslayer, eyeing his figure and the scar on his left cheek. She turned her head to the side then laid her candle beside her as she squated onto her bed."How can one sleep like so?" she questioned. With a few shakes of her head , she blew out the candle and tucked herself in. Kenshin's frail body began to shiver against the wall as the wind blew, howling against the trees. She rose her body up again and walked over to his own. Seeing that she wasn't using her sweater, she took if off and curled it around his shoulders allowing it to drape down his figure. She stared at his cheek once again wanting to touch her husband's last gift.Quickly, she pulls her hands back watching the sweat drip from her left brow."No.." she said softly , proceeding back to her bed. She stared at him from her position as she had a flashback "Tomorrow is another day".