Forgotten, December

By: Kelli St. Pierre…………..sadly I do not own Rurouni Kenshin…..and sadly this is my last chapt.!

Aoshi's pov.

He stood there, not caring of the time or day. He have stood there for what seemed like days, but was only hours. It has only been a day since of Misao's death, and he had been standing there since early morning as it was early afternoon now. He had no reason why he was here, after all, Misao was dead and there was nothing he could do, nothing what so ever.

So he stood there.

He stood towards the remains of not only the house, but of his love as well.

He had been thinking of hopes of Misao coming back, if she did make it threw the fire that she would be here for him. But such ideals were impossible he found, and now all he is thinking of is how he should commit his suicide. He has nothing else in his life, so why shouldn't he. After all, a man who never forgets at all, did so for his whole life. He forgot and ran away from his salvation his whole, and by the time he found his salvation, he was too late.

But now he will always remember this month for always, whether he kills himself or not. He will always remember that the one thing he forgotten was now his unforgotten. You could say his forgotten appeared in his life in December, which would call her his forgotten December. It's Funny how he now thinks of nicknames for her, as she had done for all of the years when she was younger. When times like those were simpler, when she was so simple.

'I must not relive in the past,' Aoshi thought to himself, 'As I have nothing left in this world. I have lost my four loyal comrades and thought it was over, not until she showed me. Though she ran away before I could have a chance to apologize

'But she came back, she came back to the man who deliberately told her to go away and never show her again. It was the day I received the present that I have finally found out my salvation. I have run away from her for so long. And now it is too late.'

He slouched over, as if he was defeated. But he was wasn't he? He was conquered by the reality of the world, which swallowed him up without him even realizing it. The rays of sunlight coming from his right awoke him from his thoughts. He looked over at the sunset desperately, as his answer would appear there, if she appeared there.

He then looked back at the remains of the once beautiful mansion, which was now as though a dump. He had come to a decision that he would finally kill himself, as he had nothing left. He would kill himself, whether or not he went to hell or heaven. Cause to him, the real hell was the world and all of its painful reality. He truly was a coward, a coward to not go on and instead waste his life. He was sure if she were in the same position as he was, she would definitely move on. It was all because she was string, it was that simple; she was strong and he was weak. She could easily break him if she wanted, though she probably didn't even know of the power she had.

He decided to head back now, since these thoughts were already too much for him to handle. As he was turning back to go, he noticed something. Something that wouldn't be special if some random person saw it, or special as a piece of gold. But to him it was, he walked over to it, and knelt down and picked up what was a letter. He recognized it from somewhere, but didn't know where. The letter wasn't what really was special to him, what was special to him was that it had his name on it with her handwriting.

He opened it up and finally realized where he saw this before. It was the same letter he got from Misao when she gave him the yukata she bought. It still said the same thing inside it as he began to read in his head what it said…..

This is a reminder to you that you'll always have someone to come to when you're down. All you need to do is look over your shoulder…...and I'll be there….

Love, Misao

He stood there, with the letter in hand as he replayed the words she wrote in his head. The paper slipped out of his hands, but made no attempt to get it, as he was still facing the remains of the mansion. But he then suddenly, very slowly, turned his head around to look over his shoulders.

He saw…….

Back at the Aoyia….

Everyone back here was already making the funeral ready for Misao. They haven't said much to one another since the incident, and they've all kept frowns on their faces they chose not to smile…..or maybe couldn't smile. All of them were outside for a particular reason.

It was snowing.

Today was the first day of snow this winter finally. All of the town's people came outside and all smiled and laughed, as the kids started running threw the snow. All of the Oniwabban ninja's also had smiles on their faces for the first time since yesterday, as Okina thought to himself….

'I sense……love…coming from the sky. If I didn't know any better, I would say Misao is doing this for us….'

But all the other ninja's didn't sense this and instead started throwing snowballs, or piles of snow, at each other while they were talking to each other. Okina couldn't hear all they were saying, but heard Shiro say "They say that the first day of snow brings your true love to you".

Okina smiled at them as he could feel that something was merry was happening somewhere……

Back to where Aoshi was…..

He saw….

For once in his life, Aoshi Shinomori smiled for the fist time……

The End

Well, sadly that's the end of this story….(frowns). I know you all will be killing me for an ending like this, but I did this so that the readers can use their imagination for their own endings, instead of me spoiling it. Trust me, if I was in your shoes, I would be furious as well……(evil smile). But yes, this is the end, and I think I could of done a better job with the whole story in general, since this my first story I did, I think I did an okay job. If you get the meaning of the end and the story, then your smart, if you don't, then your stupid……nah jk jk jk…lol. If you have any questions with the story, since this is over now, ask me and I'll be more than happy to answer them. I hope you all enjoyed this story, and (psst) I may be doing another Angst/romance story like this (psst)…but you didn't hear that from me. And finally I want to thank ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE REVIEWED FOR THIS STORY! Sorry, I think I got a little too excited…..but hell that's okay..:)..