Summary: After a frightening dream of a repeated mistake, Kenshin begins to grow uneasy and looks at his two plans. Become a wanderer and have his heart broken by leaving those he loves or to grant the secret oath he made to those he killed: vengeance.

Disclaimer: I don't own a single Rurouni Kenshin character.

Note: My first Rurouni Kenshin fanfic. . Now, on with the story...

Dream a Dream:

Prologue:

Kenshin walked down the wooden hall, the dark wooden planks creaking beneath him. Tonight was another one of those soundless nights that nothing seemed to stir, except him of course. The blade at his side and his exhausted body showed that he had been practicing, very unlike him, out in the dojo area.

The moon hung low in the sky, making the already small stars seem smaller than they really were. A cloud passed over the silver light radiating from the waning moon and blocked his path for a moment, causing his almost purple eyes to seemingly glow a golden color.

Whispers filled the trees and the screams came back to him, suffocating him in the slowly compressing passageway leading to his "temporary" room. It was better than the shed that he had stayed at, yet the forest was close. Too close for him to feel comfort as the screaming winds reminded him of the people he silenced with his deadly katana.

Then she came, her of all people. He fell to the floor, his exhaustion getting the better of him as he slept in the pile he crumbled into right in the middle of the passageway. He was completely dead to his surroundings, very unlike the former assassin.

In his dream, him and Tomoe were there, happily chopping vegetables as she said something he couldn't hear or remember.

A blade cut her down as he stared in horror. He couldn't do anything but watch as the blade plunged in and out of her body, creating fine streams of blood which all floated together into one pool or lake of blood she was soaking it, staining her pink kimono a deep crimson shade.

Kenshin's blood red tears mingled with that of her corpse, her lifeless eyes seemingly pleading to know a single worded question; 'Why?'

Why?

The mantra continued being chanted through his skull, compressing all his knowledge of common sense as he fell to his knees in a crippled cry. He let out a cry of sorrow that wretched his heart in two as he looked at the lifeless body of his wife. The katana he once had at his side stained in her blood lying beside her.

Author's note:

'kay, that was the introduction, yeah...i know that i'm a psyco. Anyhow, this story is for Shellie-kun since she wanted me to do a Rurouni Kenshin fic, though i'm smearing my name as a Gundam Wing writer (no worries though...hopefully that is. nothing can keep me from my devoted show!). I'm gonna try and do this with Shellie-kun as a double written story (ya know, when you team up with someone or watever) the author(s) will be posted on chapter one (hint hint shellie!) since i can't spell these people's names for crap. Hopefully i spelled them all right in this intro. .

Alrighty then: I love reviews and this is in fact, my first RK fanfic if i didn't mention it before, so it'll probably suck alot. Please forgive my spelling if anything is spelled wrong. i have a knack for that.

I'm sure that it's quite confusing as of now, but i hope that it will be more clear late ron. Auf Weidersehen!

Red Tail