Sorry it's always taking so long. I had to delete all of my writing..
random computer checks are evil. Evil, evil, evil.
Nightmares and Dreamscapes- Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Only in my imagination.
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They bid goodnight. No words were needed. A long, sweet kiss said it all, as they both smiled on their way to their respective rooms. Kenshin's smile was one of bliss. After all, he had finally told Kaoru how he felt, and found, in the process, that she cared for him, too. He traced his lips for a moment with the tip of his finger, as he slid his bedroom door shut behind him.
"Did that really happen?" He asked himself softly, making sure she didn't hear.
Kaoru, too, was smiling. What was there for her to be upset about?
Many things, it turned out.
She frowned as she slid her door shut, gasping for air. The kiss hadn't been that long, but her breath was coming in short, ragged streams. Something was prohibiting her from telling Kenshin she loved him back at the river. And that same something, she concluded, was stopping her breathing now. She wondered if she was getting sick. She figured it was all the shock from the evening.
She knew she wasn't insecure about telling him. She just wondered why she couldn't find the words to say anything.
She shoved the unnerving thought back into the jumbled, confused mass that was her mind at the moment, choosing to at least sleep before she thought about it again. Perhaps it would make the pounding pain on her right hand go away.
As her eyelids shut and sleep took her, Kenshin was still awake, sitting on the porch.
"I..I have to make sure." He told himself, the rurouni currently fighting the ever inviting trance most called sleep.
Because what if Akira hadn't been caught by the police? What if he did, and escaped?
Kenshin couldn't..wouldn't.take that chance.
Not again. This time, he'd be there for her.
But he couldn't be there for her all the time. He couldn't save her in her dreams. He couldn't stop the nightmares.
As if on cue, a gentle rain began to fall, and another thought, of another love rang through his thoughts.
"You made it rain blood." It said, and it wouldn't cease. No matter how many times he shook his head in frustration. It repeated; over and over. He didn't want to forget Tomoe. not ever. But Kaoru was there, now. They needed each other. He felt as if going insane. He felt guilty for killing Tomoe. He always had. But now more than ever, the thought, the sight, and the coppery smell of blood were present. He kept seeing her slashed, the both of them sitting in the snow. He kept feeling the slash of the blade through his cheek, to create a forevermore reminder of the pain.
He wanted it to go away. All of it. He kept seeing the blood on his hands and no matter how many times he rubbed them on his hakama, the sight of the blood wouldn't go away.
But this time, it wasn't Tomoe. It was Kaoru's blood dripping of his guilty hands; guilty conscience.
Many things to be worried about, indeed.
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I feel so.. Bleh...I mean, I know EVERYONE (or almost everyone ^^; ) does scenes like this.. But I wanted to write it, and it'll go along with the storyline/plot.. (Which, unlike last time, will come a lot earlier.)
Until then, just bear with me, please..
Ja,
Kaoru-dono
Nightmares and Dreamscapes- Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Only in my imagination.
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They bid goodnight. No words were needed. A long, sweet kiss said it all, as they both smiled on their way to their respective rooms. Kenshin's smile was one of bliss. After all, he had finally told Kaoru how he felt, and found, in the process, that she cared for him, too. He traced his lips for a moment with the tip of his finger, as he slid his bedroom door shut behind him.
"Did that really happen?" He asked himself softly, making sure she didn't hear.
Kaoru, too, was smiling. What was there for her to be upset about?
Many things, it turned out.
She frowned as she slid her door shut, gasping for air. The kiss hadn't been that long, but her breath was coming in short, ragged streams. Something was prohibiting her from telling Kenshin she loved him back at the river. And that same something, she concluded, was stopping her breathing now. She wondered if she was getting sick. She figured it was all the shock from the evening.
She knew she wasn't insecure about telling him. She just wondered why she couldn't find the words to say anything.
She shoved the unnerving thought back into the jumbled, confused mass that was her mind at the moment, choosing to at least sleep before she thought about it again. Perhaps it would make the pounding pain on her right hand go away.
As her eyelids shut and sleep took her, Kenshin was still awake, sitting on the porch.
"I..I have to make sure." He told himself, the rurouni currently fighting the ever inviting trance most called sleep.
Because what if Akira hadn't been caught by the police? What if he did, and escaped?
Kenshin couldn't..wouldn't.take that chance.
Not again. This time, he'd be there for her.
But he couldn't be there for her all the time. He couldn't save her in her dreams. He couldn't stop the nightmares.
As if on cue, a gentle rain began to fall, and another thought, of another love rang through his thoughts.
"You made it rain blood." It said, and it wouldn't cease. No matter how many times he shook his head in frustration. It repeated; over and over. He didn't want to forget Tomoe. not ever. But Kaoru was there, now. They needed each other. He felt as if going insane. He felt guilty for killing Tomoe. He always had. But now more than ever, the thought, the sight, and the coppery smell of blood were present. He kept seeing her slashed, the both of them sitting in the snow. He kept feeling the slash of the blade through his cheek, to create a forevermore reminder of the pain.
He wanted it to go away. All of it. He kept seeing the blood on his hands and no matter how many times he rubbed them on his hakama, the sight of the blood wouldn't go away.
But this time, it wasn't Tomoe. It was Kaoru's blood dripping of his guilty hands; guilty conscience.
Many things to be worried about, indeed.
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I feel so.. Bleh...I mean, I know EVERYONE (or almost everyone ^^; ) does scenes like this.. But I wanted to write it, and it'll go along with the storyline/plot.. (Which, unlike last time, will come a lot earlier.)
Until then, just bear with me, please..
Ja,
Kaoru-dono