Bikky: Okay. You're on.
Yahiko: Why am I here? I'm not even born yet!
Bikky: Is it so hard to find good help these days? Listen, I'm making up, because you're not in the story.
Yahiko: Well neither is ugly.
Sano: Hey, do you guys got any money?
Yahiko: GET A JOB!
Bikky: I'm a poor college student, so can we please get this on!
Sano and Yahiko: Bikky doesn't own Kenshin. Just this idea her and her homies came up with.
Sano: Besides, if Bikky owned Kenshin, she would make me the main chacter!
Yahiko: Keep dreaming, hobo!
Bikky: No. I wouldn't let Hannya die.
Hannya: Thank you!
Sojiro: Enjoy!
Yahiko and Sano: When did he get here!
Bikky: He's mega fast ya know.
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Chapter Three: Memories
"You did it. You cause... You cause the rain to bleed."
Tomoe's voice rang through Kenshin's mind.
"I don't want to die!"
"Don't fight."
"I don't want to die!"
"My fiancé was a body guard, and he died on duty."
"I don't want to die!"
"I know who the traitor is. It's her!"
Kenshin awoke in cold sweat of his old memories. He knew he couldn't even visit Tomoe, no matter how had much he wanted to. A part of him wasn't even sure if he ever could to see her again.
Kenshin got up, and decided to walk by the river, so he could get a breath of fresh air. By the river, Kenshin looked at his reflection, and at his X shape scar. His left hand reached up to it and touched it. Kenshin couldn't believe what he had done to Tomoe. He could never forgive himself.
His visions remember how his sword sliced right through her, as she jumped in between a fight of his, and she took her dagger, and left the other scar on his cheek to make the X shape. There she died in his arms. It was all to much for the young Hitokiri Battousai.
As Kenshin sat by the river, Kyoto was being soaked more and more into a blood bath. Cries of dead men could be heard, and a shadow walking across the bridge. The wind blew through Kenshin's hair, as he watched the shadow dash over the bridge, and he decided to leave so he wouldn't have to hear the death cries of the weak.