Disclaimer: I lay no claim to Rurouni Kenshin. Leave me in peace.

A/N: I enjoy being weird. It's what I am and have been called my whole life. Well, that and bitch...don't even know why people call me that though...

All aDream-

I wonder...

Why had Sanosuke said that? Does it really matter how I had died?

But they know already. Why would they ask? Maybe he just wanted to know if death was painful or not.

That makes no sense! Why the hell would he ask that...unless...

Oh. My. God.

He couldn't have-they wouldn't-but they did-why-how did that-what in the world?

How could they...?

The man stood there invisible once more. His unseen facewas covered in shock and his mindbecameblank.

"How could they...

Kill me...?"

It's so dark in here, absolutely no light. It's hot too.

And wet. Wet and sticky. What is that?

Kenshin brought his hand, which was the easiest wet limb to move, up to his face. He couldn't see what was on it, so he tasted it a bit.

Blood. They wet, sticky stuff was his blood. HIS blood.

He reached up and was surprised to find something that felt like strained wood only about three inches in front of his face. All of the sudden, reality hit him like a ton of bricks falling straight from the sky.

The wood creaked above him as the man's heart began to race.

"No way..." he muttered, eyes wide and fearful, "There's no way that would happen!"

The wood creaked louder.

"Oh, God, don't let it be true."

A sickening crack.

"Don't let me be here. Let it all be a dream!"

Another crack, louder this time, reached the doomed figure's ears.

The air was hotter now and Kenshin was having trouble breathing.

He took one last, doomed,breath and muttered:

"Don't let me be in a coffin."

He closed his eyes, desperately hoping that there would be some divine intervention from heaven, or something, anything, anyone,to save him.

Kenshin knew he wouldn't be able to survive much longer...

The wood above him gave out.

And with it, the swordsman's life.

Sanosuke jerked up in his futon in terror and took several deep breaths.

By all that was holy, he didn't want to do that again. He NEVER wanted to do that again.

Why did they bury Kenshin! He hadn't been dead. Due to their stupidity, the legendary swordsman was no longer alive.

He had suffocated beneath the earth that he was buried in. The coffin's top wasn't strong enough to keep from breaking under the weight of the soil.

The man ran out of the Kamiya Dojo and onto the road that led into Tokyo. Several merchants who were getting their outdoor shops ready in the early hours of the morning saw him run by but didn't know why he seemed to be in such a rush.

Eventually, Sanosuke Sagara reached the cemetary on the opposite side of the city but didn't slow down. He kept running until he was in front of one certain burial place set on a hill and under what was once a sakura tree. The dead branches reached out towards heaven like a plea for help. The mud above the resting place seemed to sink into the earth, for it had, right into the coffin.

Sanosuke sat there staring at the grave all day. He couldn't accept the fact that it was his fault that Kenshin was dead. After all, he was the one that had wanted to get Kenshin buried quickly because Kaoru wouldn't stop crying and it became worse every time she saw the corpse.

No, he corrected himself, not corpse. Kenshin had been alive in a breathing, living body. HE HADDAMN WELL STILL BEEN ALIVE!

It was all his fault that his friend was no longer in the realm of the living. But should he leave the body down there, not in a coffin, but in the mud, more likely to rot? Shouldn't the swordsman have something better? A funeral service, a proper coffin?

Looking around the graveyard he was in he suddenly noticed how dark it was.

Sanosuke leaned down and started digging through the mud with his bare hands, the light of the full moon glowed eerily off of his back.

The boy watched the grown man on the hill from the shadow of the tree, wondering what was wrong. Maybe the man was a gravedigger, a tombthief, or perhaps he was insane?

"No matter. He is of no concern to me. Now...to find something to eat..."

The boy walked out of the cemetary slowly, waiting until he exited the place of death to break out in a run.

Sanosuke leaned back on his mud-covered hands onto the wet earth. He was almost there, almost to where they had placed Kenshin's coffin.

The man looked at the broken tombstone at the head of the grave. He remembered breaking it, in a burst of anger that Kenshin had left them all behind. The strange thing about it was that Sanosuke hadn't really thought the swordsman was dead until he broke the solemn stone. The truth of the occurence hadn't really sunk in. He had felt like he was in a foreign dream, no, a foreign nightmare, where everything that happened could be undone, but nothing could be done to help Kenshin except grieve.

He had still been waiting to wake up before he realized it wasn't a dream.

A gentle rain gently hit him and jerked him back into the present.

Sanosuke shook himself out of his thoughts and started digging through the mud again, getting ever closer to Kenshin's body.

The rain grew heavier and dark clouds covered the moon, making the scene look like it wasn't real, but one out of a dream, like it had been all a dream. However, Sanosuke knew better. Nothing was a dream anymore. Everything was reality. Cold, hard reality.

He didn't have dreams anymore.

A/N: I know I know, it's late. I had typed about 3/4 of it before my computer quit on me. DANG YOU, IDIOT COMPUTER! I just got angry and waited a while before I started typing it again.

If it isn't as good as your expectations, I understand. I just thought that people would want to know why Sanosuke wasn't so responsive to Kenshin's death earlier. Character development is always a good thing!

If you want a spoiler...read this next part backwards. If you don't, just skip it.

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Sayonara 'til next time.