A/N: I'm trying hard to make this fan fiction angst. Have mercy, please.
Redundant Thoughts
"…But you really made it rain blood."
Those words had changed his nature; the judgment of his trust. Though the reasonless young assassin had seen and done the world's worst of carnage and misery, those words had meant inspiration. 'I made blood rain…' Did it matter? '…only for her sake.' He had lost to the pleasures of her love and loved her only to have lost her. 'I loved her…can I ever love like this again? Should I end life here…?'
Young to love as he was young to Tomoe.
Himura remembered that day of his true insight on death. When she had laid those words before him, battousai realized that there were things called guilt and grief.
Under the pouring rain, he'd seen her fear and her unsullied eyes become sullied. Red blotches of evil stained the purity of her white kimono, and her pale face, stricken with defilement. And in that moment, the thought of never killing was considerable.
Everything had tasted and smelled like blood. It was beginning to do so even now. Young Kenshin was innocent to affection, and nothing else.
The day of her death was a horrible day to behold even in the memories of the strongest. 'Why did you do it, Tomoe? ...Why did you choose to die…? Does my existence matter anymore?...'
"Kaoru." A soft whisper escaped from his lips.
Of course, there was Kaoru. She was the reflection of sincerity; one which he had wished to have long ago. Kenshin lingered on about the past, while his life was finally settled and at peace. Why think of such grievous thoughts now? The woman, who'd been fondling over him for so many years, was finally in his arms. What more could the complete happy man want? There was also Kenji…his beloved son, one which he had never had to spend much time on. But alas, the ties between friendships and families will be once again, for he was finally home from a long voyage.
Although…there was still emptiness inside him that made him feel so…
Questionable…
…Once in a time, there were two paths. To kill to end suffering, or to suffer to end killing. He tried both, and found one worthy of compromise.
