Disclaimers: I do NOT own Rurouni Kenshin nor any of its characters. I also DO NOT own the Beatles or any of their songs/lyrics.

Hiya folks! :D I know it's been a while since I updated, but I've been a tad busy lately. Well, here's chapter 3 of my horribly written fanfic!

Note: this one might not be quite as tragic as the rest of them. My apologies.

""= speech ''= thoughts **= song lyrics

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Finale to the Sorrow- When I'm in Trouble, She Comes to Me

*When I find myself in trouble*

*Mother Mary comes to me*

*Speaking words of wisdom, Let it be.*

The blood and bile in his mouth tasting like Kaoru's horrible cooking, young Myojin Yahiko tightened his death grip on his broken shinai. 'Kuso, I knew I shouldn't have tried to save that old man!' he thought.

Not ten minutes ago, Yahiko had found an old man being beaten in a desolate alley by yakuza members. And of course, Yahiko was obliged to help.

But at what cost? He had multiple cut wounds, and a bullet in his right thigh.

The serpentine gang-leader cocked his revolver and pointed it at Yahiko's head, looking like a snake waiting to strike on an injured mouse. He aimed for the kill...

"Yahiko-kun!!!" A feminine shriek rang out through the alleyway like a bell, the panic clear in the voice. Ignoring the scream, the gang-leader pulled the trigger...

Sending it straight into the leaping Tsubame's chest.

*And in my hour of darkness*

*She is standing right in front of me*

The silence that followed cut like a razor, shock crashing into everyone present like a wave. No one was not staring wide eyed at the bleeding little girl who lay near Yahiko's feet.

"TSUBAME!!!!"

All the memories he had of Tsubame came rushing into him like a river, remembering her sweet voice and the perfume in her hair. Remembering all the times when she stood by him, even though she was just a little girl...

Something in Yahiko snapped. Screaming like an oni straight from the Seven Hells, he snatched up a fallen katana, unsheathed it, and went at it as if there was no tomorrow. The utterly shocked gang-leader thought, 'What the?! Where did he get such speed and power!?' Yahiko's new blade sliced right through the revolver, then skewered the serpent's heart like a shish-kabob. Blood spewing out of his mouth and surprise clear on his face, the gangster gurgled a few times, then fell like a stone.

*Speaking words of wisdom, let it be*

*Let it be, let it be*

*Whispering words of wisdom, let it be*

"Tsubame..." Yahiko held her beautiful head in his hands, the fire in his eyes turned into a one of dull panic. "Tsubame, hold on-""Yahiko," she interrupted, "It's too late for me..." Frantically he replied, "No, don't say that! Come on, let's get to Megumi-san..." Even as he said this, his swordsman's intuition told him that Tsubame was too far gone.

"Yahiko-kun...remember when we... were alone at... th-the festival last s-sumer?" He nodded. "I was going t-to tell you...

Ashiteru." She peacefully closed her eyes, blind to the world forevermore.

*When the broken hearted people *

*Living in the world agree*

Once more Yahiko screamed, "TSUBAME!!!"

*There will be an answer*

*Let it be*

-The Next Morning –

The sunshine outside speared the windows of the sleepy-headed dojo as Himura Kenshin got up, stretched like a cat, then proceeded to head down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Taking a quick peek inside Yahiko's room, he was both surprised and unsurprised by what he saw...
The young samurai sat like a stone in his cold prison of a room, his brown eyes dead as the autumn leaves that littered the ground by the thousands. But his heart and mind were wrenched apart by excruciating pain, one by loss and the other by shock- the shock of slaying his first man. Wallowing in his internal torment, it took him a while to hear the voice that sang to him through the shadow...

*And when the night is cloudy*

*There is still a light that shines on me*

*Shine on until tomorrow, let it be*

'Yahiko-kun...Yahiko-kun?' Yahiko refused to raise his head, afraid of looking into those beautiful ten-year old eyes...
Whap! Tsubame's ghostly image cuffed the spike-haired samurai over the head, his mind reeling at the fact that Tsubame, who just died not one day ago, had smacked him in the noggin as if he was a naughty child. The sweet giggles bubble up like a fountain at his bewilderment.
"N-nani?! Tsubame-chan?" He looked around, and found nothing. 'Look up Yahiko-kun.' She giggled again. Looking up, he saw his beloved again...
Then he noticed she had no legs.
"N-NANI!? TSUBAME, WHAT THE-" Clutching his wounded chest in order to prevent hyperventilation, he gaped at her floating form.
'Heeheehee! Yahiko-kun, I've already missed you so much up here...' she floated down from her aerial "perch" and cam down right next to him. 'You were really brave you know, saving that old man...' Blushing furiously as she smiled at him, Yahiko suddenly remembered something. "Um, Tsubame-chan...I never really got to say this, but...thanks."

*I wake up to the sound of music*

*Mother Mary comes to me*

*Speaking words of wisdom, let it be*

She smiled once more, saying 'Well, I knew that you would have done the same for me Yahiko-kun...and you've saved me so many times before, I just had to return the favor.' Giving Yahiko a sad smile, she said once more, 'Well, I gotta go. I'll see you when you get there.' As she turned to leave, Yahiko shocked her with a question:

"Tsubame!...Take me with you..."

*Let it be, let it be,*

*There will be an answer, let it be*

*Let it be, let it be,*

*Whisper words of wisdom let it be*

-A few hours later-

"Yahiko!" Kenshin's gentle voice rang out through the dojo. "Yahiko, it's time for breakfast!" Glancing inot his room, he found that Yahiko was still asleep. "Come on Yahiko, the early bird gets the worm" When he didn't respond, Kenshin raised a crimson eyebrow in curiousity. Stepping inside, he noticed that the room didn't have so much gloom as it did only three hours ago. "Yahiko?" he peered into Yahiko's face, noting that he had a smile on his cold blue lips. Standing up, Kenshin smiled sadly into Yahiko's still form, then turned around and left the room. 'Hey Tsubame-chan, you think he saw us?' The young samurai's ghostly face had a large grin that spanned across his entire profile. Giggling again Tsubame said, 'I think so. Let's go Yahiko-kun.' As they sailed through the roof of the peaceful dojo, he asked Tsubame, 'So tell me more about Heaven...'

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And that's that. Thank you for your time. *Hands Mia another 12-foot pie*

Look for my next story in the Inuyasha section called "6 feet from the edge", featuring Miroku and Sango! Until then, Sayonara!