Konnichiwa minna-san!

I'm still working on this fic, meaning there are still some gaps in the storyline. Blame it on impatience, but I just can't wait to post the story up.

I've just started watching RK. Have now reached about 60 episodes of the original series. So please avoid revealing spoilers in your reviews (if there are any!) especially those in the RK OVAs. Thanks to my terminal curiosity I've found out bits of what happened in the endings. There are the happy bits, and there are the really depressing bits.

I'm not so much of a plot-writer, so this will mainly revolve around Kenshin and Kaoru's feelings for one another. Like I've once said to a fellow writer, I'm more of a word-painter: I "paint" a scene I see with words instead of colors.

The storyline is not chronologically organized, so expect to be thrown from one span of time to another.

Summary: Kenshin once promised to protect his family from all danger and harm. When he faces a dire situation involving matters of life and death, would the rurouni-cum-husband-cum-father give the ultimate sacrifice? A rather poignant piece dealing with Kenshin Himura and Kaoru Kamiya's relationship. Action/Adventure takes a back seat in here. Story may not be consistent or accurate with the anime/manga (AU). Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Rurouni Kenshin characters (but how I wish I do! Then I can do whatever I like with Kenshin and Kaoru. Waha!)

Enjoy!


Sessha Promised You, Koishii

by: sRoze


. : Chapter 1: Of Crimson, Amber, and Blue : .

A flash of white light…

A metallic gleam…

A contorted expression…

A soundless scream…

She watched, paralyzed. Her brilliant blue eyes grew wide in shock. She followed his battered body hit the ground with a dull thud. The blow was dealt lethally on the back; a single clean movement that seemed, to inexperienced eyes, just a blinding light slashing through the air…

In very slow motion and with utmost horror, she saw him fell, scenes as if cruelly frozen in time. He fell with the grace of a skilled swordsman, body arching backward, long hair trailing behind…

There was red everywhere. It flooded her vision. Red hair dancing in mid-air, the same thick hair she adored so much… and bright red blood, the very essence of life gushing out of his body, his dying body.

Red hair stained with red blood… the swirling pool of dark crimson blood. His blood.

The long red mane shadowed his bruised face. The fierce, determined look worn earlier on was quickly replaced by another entirely different expression. One that spoke of tranquility, of internal peace…

His eyes were closed, his lips set in a firm line. But there it was: serenity radiating from within.

She stood there for the longest of time, unmoving. Her gaze transfixed upon that figure on the ground.

Anytime now he will open his eyes, and bravely stand up again. Like the countless times he had done before…Hurt, but still breathing… Yes, anata, wake up…

She waited for the blazing amber eyes to meet her deep sapphire. But they didn't open. They remained shut, oblivious to the world around them… maybe because his soul has already reached somewhere beyond the reach of mortals…

No…

She struggled to escape the tight grips on her arms. The grave wounds she suffered registered no pain in her mind. All she knew was that she had got to get to him.

Let me go, let me go! He seemed so far away, lying there…

LET ME GO!

She wanted to touch him, to heal him, to feel his warmth before the cold iciness of death takes him away…

No, no, no… He is not dead!

Wake up, my love… Don't sleep anymore… Just open your eyes, and smile… I want to see your beautiful smile again…

Please, koishii, I beg you… don't leave me… You promised... Don't die…


TBC

Reposted at 7/3/2005 9.17PM