Disclaimer: I still don't own Ruroken... Surprise, surprise...
I Remember
I remember the day he left us. It was a moment that will never leave me. He was only a child, but his eyes were so old. So deep and so sad. I remember him speaking to Katsura. Standing in numb shock, watching the youth sink his blade into the bloodied soil. That blade that was so much a part of him... I remember wondering how he'd survive without it.
When he left, he bowed simply to Katsura. Smiled quietly at me. Then he turned and walked away. Quiet. Simple. That was his way.
That is how I remember him.
Author's Note: My twelfth 100 word ficlet. Sorry about the unannounced hiatus. Been stressing over the upcoming move lately, and haven't had much time to write (not to mention that my Harry Potter fic beta has been reminding me that I'm WAAAAY overdue for an update in that fandom...) But I hope you like this little fic... my notice that yes, I am still alive...