A/N: Okay. One of my reviewers asked for an epilogue so here it is. Of course, if you liked the open ending, I wouldn't suggest reading this, cause for whatever reason, I'm sure it'd mess the whole 'greatness' of the story. But here goes anyway. As you read through this, you'll see it's not as detailed as my last chapters, but I have a couple or reasons for that. It seemed like it would work, and I've got a bit of a time limit since school's started...homework-- anyway, enough babbling. Read on, but be prepared for possible corniness that resembles nothing in real life. I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, although this hardly has to do with Kenshin anyway. Just wanted to make sure I said that. Sorry to tire u out with this a/n. Thanks Lara Chubb of Deephollow and Ronkid8829 for reviews and anyone else I forgot.
Just as Mitsuko had expected, Katsuro came looking for her. He followed Mitsuko and as several years passed, she had found someone that she could come to love, named Akira. They settled in a small, busy town outside of Tokyo. Mitsuko and Akira had three, adorable children, one boy and two girls. A year after her third child was born, Mitsuko remembered her deal with Kenshin, and her family went to visit them. You can only imagine what a happy reunion that was. It was a very short vacation, and it wasn't long until they returned home.
Although Mitsuko became less wary on her watch out for Katsuro as the years waned on, she never forgot that he was still a potential threat. But she knew that her family would be safe, even if she wasn't there; her husband was strong and faithful and would never let anything happen to their children.
But that fateful day arrived all too soon. When Mitsuko returned home, she found her husband soaking in a pool of his own blood. Her kids were nowhere to be seen and Mitsuko cursed Katsuro to hell and back. She found Katsuro with little trouble and the fight of the two swords began. Katsuro seemed to have the upper hand, inflicting several deep wounds on Mitsuko. But she quickly turned the tables, and Katsuro found himself with her sword upon his neck. Katsuro was no fool and questioned Mitsuko if she would really kill him. Mitsuko watched him with blazing eyes. She told him he was the biggest fool for coming after her family and pressed the blade into his neck, until a thin red line appeared. With fearful eyes, Katsuro froze. Mitsuko stated however, that she was no murderer and that nothing he could do would make her one. She also told him that he should suffer a pain far worse than death, but that she would not be the one to carry out the punishment. Then Mitsuko knocked him unconscious, tying him with the rope that was used to bind her children. She would leave the rest to the police.
On her way home, Mitsuko tearfully wondered how someone like Katsuro could live in this world. They buried Akira in a small grave outside their home and decorated it with a few wild flowers. Mitsuko knew that she would never be able to fully comfort her children, but she also knew that she would have to be strong for them. It seemed that whatever happiness was found never lasted, but in each other, they would always be able to find hope and strength to start anew.
A/N: Ah...now that I finished that, I realized just how bad it sucks and it wasn't the happy ending I was looking for. Oi...