She knew that she could not understand, she knew that she would not understand the complicated emotions of love. She held up her hands by the injured wrist and pulled it up to face the ceiling, soft sapphires looked at her arm, which was filled with countless scars that had faded throughout the year. She remembered those times when she was still an innocent girl, finding out from a family doctor that she actually had an incurable disease –at this time where medical is not at all advance. The only thing that came into her mind is to commit suicide, when nothing worth something in her heart.

She remembered, she was walking around the waterfall in the mountains, and she saw a little boy, which was about five to six years old. He trained hard using his bokken, and she felt guilty. She felt guilty that she could not use her sword any longer. Her father had told her that a sword is used to protect, and she did not stand by the code. She felt herself being attracted to the shinai on her waist, and she pulled it out. The little boy looked up at her with curiosity, and she smiled. A bubble of hope swell in her chest as the little boy's mouth curved upwards.

"Mind if I practice with you, little boy?" she smirked as she saw the pout on the little boy's face, and she saw that lavender eyes sparkle almost instantly. However, it darkened and hardened. She reached out to him and pulled his hands up into hers.

"Are you alright? You know, it's unhealthy to think of the memories in the past…" the little boy nodded slowly, his flaming red hair bobbing furiously. She laughed, a heartily laugh.

"Himura…Shinta, Kenshin." The little boy –Kenshin, said, while she smiled and introduced herself. They trained near the waterfall, and she felt that her breathing was uneven. She knew that she could no longer go on, but she was enjoying it, the freedom to practice swordplay. It was her life, her everything. However, after a few moments, she blacked out.

…And that was how she met Hiko, the only one that treat her like a family and a sister, whom she treated as a big brother too. She knew that the little boy was so fragile, and she vowed to keep him protected, even through she could not protect the boy with her sword, but at least she did by mending his shattered heart ever so slowly.

She fell in love with him unconsciously. Attracted to his gentle lavender eyes, every gesture he have made with his sword was filled with so much grace that she had never seen before in her life.

Tears rolled down her eyes to her cheeks as she buried herself in the state of sadness. She slid out of her bed and noticed that Hiko was not in the shack. Giving a small smile as she fingered the burn on the back of her left arm, she lied on the lush greenery of the grass and her gaze lingered on the clear navy blue sky. Seeing the big sphere that hung high up, she smiled.

Kenshin knelt there, non-moving. A few hours passed as the fire died down and the flames sizzled. Fiery scarlet covered his eyes, and he stood up, feeling his leg going numb. Tomoe helped him up by the arm, as he staggered in his steps.

"Let's go now… We're going home." Tomoe said softly, while Kenshin gave a nod, tear streaks was plastered on his disconsolate face. The sakura petals fell cheerfully down the tree, comforting his woebegone heart. They trudged down the muddy tracks with their arms linked, the sheathe protecting sword with her heart and mind.

Time flies, and four weeks were gone. Her attacks had been more frequent while Hiko was in a state of despair while hearing her whimpering his name. He knew that she was in discomfort and pain, and he could only take it away. But she forbid him to, saying that he should not rely on her for everything.

Hiko knew, she wanted him to rely on her; she knew that she was being selfish for pushing him onto Tomoe, pleading her to take care of him.

"They could heal each other's wound… they only thing I could do is to mend them, but not completely. Cracks were still shown, Hiko-niisan." She whispered painfully, on her deathbed. Hiko put his fingers to her lips and silenced her.

"Don't talk, it hurts," he said warningly, giving her a threatening glare. She nodded. Though he was not graded in the medical field, he knew. The most she could do is to stall for not more than a month. Just a mere month.

Author's Note: Okay, I know that this was a little short, but my exams are just around the corner. A few more chapters and this story will end, tune on!