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Chappie 3

Enishi

His name was Akira Kiyosato. I had first met him when I was 10 and hated him on first sight.

He was tall, with longish dark brown hair that was kept in a traditional samurai style ponytail.

He was formally introduced to the family after the few times that he had walked Tomoe home from the market.

He was a generally cheerful and kind hearted man. Tomoe always spoke of him whenever he wasn't there and when he was; they spent most of their time together.

The whole family loved him and it wasn't long before Tomoe loved him too.

His dark green eyes were always trained on Tomoe, watching her every breath, her every movement, attentive and eager to protect her from any harm or danger that may come her way. (part about akira looking after tomoe better than enishi.)

When they were both 17 they announced their engagement and were married within the next 6 months.

As the son of a former samurai he easily got a job working for the government and was often away or sent into battle. I asked him once if he would consider giving up the job and he replied that he had no reason to as it allowed him support Tomoe financially and he would not always be doing this job so it didn't really matter.

It was not out of concern that I asked but for the fact that my sister could end up a widow before she turned 20.

Tomoe didn't really approve of what he did but she would say that as long as she loved him, his profession was not important.

I was always worried for my sister, whenever she went out or went away for a while. But now I was even more worried since she had fallen in love. They idea of love has always been ridiculous to me. The idea of placing your future and your happiness in someone else's hands was not at all appealing.

Everyday around 7 o'clock, Tomoe would sit in her usual place by the window, waiting to see a glimpse of Akira as he came home from work.

On the day he died everything was the same. She sat at the window and when she saw a head of black hair appear over the hill before our house, she jumped from the seat and ran to the door to greet him.

The door was flung open to reveal a person clothed all in black, with a long ponytail of red hair. A hand moved out from in front of them to flick blood off their sword. The person stepped to the side revealing Akira on his knees and blood raining down on the floor from a deep slash in his neck.

Tomoe ran forward to catch her husband's falling body in her arms and looked up to find that his murderer had disappeared.

It was then that I decided I would go to any lengths to protect my sister and that I would begin by finding out the identity of Akira's murderer.

Kenshin

I smiled inwardly at the woman's story. Was I to believe the fact that the girl had been wandering around my room in the middle of the night was just a strange coincidence.

Chuckling, I said to her, "Don't you know that lying is frowned upon? Even by people like me."

"What? What are you talking about?" She asked albeit nervously.

Again I smiled at the feigned innocence of the woman.

"Ok, let me guess. You're stalking me because I killed someone that mattered to you and now you seek revenge."

She tensed and her heartbeat sped up slightly. I knew that I was right.

"Being followed by stalkers and killers might be normal for you but I am quite certain that I am neither." She said, still keeping up with her story.

"What is your name?"

"Tomoe Kiyosato."

Kiyosato. I had heard that name once before but its whereabouts had slipped my mind.

"Is Kiyosato your family name or were you married?"

I had already checked her hand for a ring and had not seen one but I asked anyway.

"Yes, I once was married. My husband was murdered."

"Ah, how interesting. I seem to recall murdering a man with such a name. Akira Kiyosato…yes I remember. He married a woman called…"

The end of my sentence was left unfinished as the name of the woman came to mind. Yes, she was Tomoe Yukishiro, sister of Enishi Yukishiro. I realised that this situation could be used to my advantage and I began to formulate a plan.

Xx Niji xX