a/n:
i was high when i wrote this. save your tomatoes later on. at the moment im still scratching my butt. yes. i scratch. i write. sue me. and im disjointed and so is this fanfic. everything's not right. meh.
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Why do you do that?
Do what?
Pretend you're nice.
I am nice.
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The assassin, despite his efforts to remain subdued, didn't loosen his death grip on the leather hilt. Sweat danced up his brows as he sat there... in the dimly lit room. Aware of the deafening silence.
His dreams again have taken their toll. Scraping every piece of the wall he so desperately built for the past ten years. Like an ink leak spreading fast and blotting everything that made contact with it.
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Kenshin...
hmm?
Why won't you stay?
...
You promised me forever.
...
Didn't you?
no.
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Unsheathing his sword out of its hilt, he took the time to marvel at it. The reversed blade stared back at him. All it's beauty lay bare in front of him... talking about emotions. So many emotions.
love...guilt... hate...
A smirk.
How easy it was to just flip it and slash himself. The idea, knocking every now and then, was too tempting. Breaking his willed determination that suddenly wasn't so strong at all. Why shouldn't he? The dreams, people's stares, friends dying. And that someone... that someone special getting hurt. It was worth it. His death would ring not a bad siren... but of the opposite. The feeling of relief. Relief for everyone else. Maybe even for her...
He didn't believe in self pity. He believed in happiness. He believed in redemption. He believed that the gods are merciful. He believed in a piece of heaven that was love. Just a crumb from the divine. A tiny bit that was for him too.
He still does.
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When you come back, we'll walk home together. Everyday.
hai.
You are coming back.
...
I'll wait.
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He was trembling. Eyes shut tightly; he felt the cold metal against his stomach. This is it.
Kami-sama… I'm so tired. Give me eternity.
But the action, perhaps by the gods' doing, was again interrupted. There was the soft knock and the soft swooshing sound of the shoji. Blue eyes smiling for him. Just for him. Melting every thought on his mind, every single thought. Now, he was only aware of the soft smell of jasmine encompassing his entire existence.
'Kenshin.'
The woman would have not a single clue what the scarred man has been contemplating minutes before. Nor would she ever know.
Smiling lightly, she walked towards her waiting husband and placed a tender kiss.
'Let's go to sleep.'
One more lie Kaoru and I promise no more.
'hai.'
-end-
someone random: report this sucky fanfic
me: wtf?
someone random: oh shut up.
Me: ….