Authors Note: lol so it was only started as one fic but it grew to two lol it might get bigger, I dont own RK still lol and i dont own the song Woman In White either. Thankyou to my first reviewer anithene and may iget many more hopes in the future lol and feel free to flame but nothin too nasty plz
Kenshin stepped forward into the room, his heart stopped. She was there; her once tanned face was a deathly shade of grey. Her once shining sapphire orbs nothing but dull lifeless glass; he stepped forward only to slip in the cooling liquid than ran across the floor and half way up the wall. Red, it stained everything it touched, like his once white tabi, her once violet kimono. He couldn't breathe; his breath eluded him as he fell onto his hands and knees, the liquid running through his open palms as he pulled himself towards her. One of his bloody hands ran through her lifeless hair, the other moved to pull the sword out that pinned her by the heart to the wall. With a sharp tug he pulled it out as her body fell limply onto him, the sword gleamed as he threw it into the corner pulling her limp frame into his arms, his head seeking comfort in the crook of her cold neck. His eyes also seemed to loose there gleam but unlike her he still held the breathe of life yet he did not want it. He pulled his head back looking at her one peaceful face it now held a lost look as he gently shut her eyes and kissed the mark on her cheek for just like him someone had carved an "X" into the pale skin of her cheek. He laid her peacefully on the floor as he moved to look at the sword he had thrown into the corner. He stared at it with shock from the handle to the blade it was plainly obvious that the sword that had killed her was a sakabato, a sword he used to save life not take it. It broke the last of his resolve as he ran blindly with the sword through the dojo, out of the grounds and into the forest. He stopped only when he could run no longer; the light having faded left him alone in the dying forest as winter approached. His eyes drooped lowly as he began to tire the cold winds playing with the bangs in front of his face. "Kenshin" a voice whistled on the wind, he looked up as he thought he saw her walking between the trees as a sad melody also played on the chilling wind calling out to his grieving soul.
She's everywhere at once and nowhere.
So you wonder did you really see.
The Sadness in her eyes, her beauty.
Is she real it's all a mystery?
His heart leaped at the thought that he may have been wrong and she still graced the earth with her beauty, as he stared out into the forest.
Deep within in your soul you feel her.
Deep within you heart you care, you reach out she's gone and you unsure she was ever there.
"Kenshin…….kenshin……..kenshin" it rang through the empty forest on the wind. He looked left and right never seeing what it was straight on but only the white of a kimono would flash by his eyes as he tried ever so hard to see her.
She calls to you from every shadow, and you think you see her silhouette.
A dream that you can't quite remember.
But a face you can't forget.
The Women in White
His heart lurched at the thought of her being there and his soul all but cried for her as well. He turned sharply to his right and there in front of him she stood. At first he saw her small sandaled feet then looking up he saw her wearing the most dazzling white kimono then he looked at her face, her eyes shone with an inner sapphire fire. But it was all too good to be true as he reached for her she seemed to become as clear as the air around him.
Deep within your soul you feel her.
Deep into her eyes you stare.
You reach out she's gone and your unsure she was ever there.
The mere thought now drove him mad his eyes unfocused and glazed as in his mind images of he once perfect face and those dazzling eyes seemed to taunt him. He would try and think of something else but the loss of another in his life seemed to push him over the edge. All started to loose focus for him as the life he knew began to fade until only she stood there, her white kimono and glassy eyes the only thing he could seem to remember.
She calls to you from every shadow.
And you think you see her silhouette.
A dream that you can't quite remember.
But a face you can't forget.
The Woman in White.
A few days latter and still he had not ventured towards her dojo the mere thought sent his mind spiraling into the abyss but the need to see her to make the idea go away was growing. He dragged himself towards the dojo, his feet scraping the dry dirt along with him. He made it there only to be greeting by his down friends, the once blood stained room was clean and tidy. He looked around frantically for her but found no trace. He looked towards his friends who merely pointed towards the town's graveyard. He ran not knowing why, he had told himself so many times she wasn't gone so why his friends would have pointed here he didn't know. A new grave caught his eyes as he fell on his knees and read the inscription out loud "Here lies a beloved daughter, sister, mother and angel to those around her, may she sleep safely in internal peace, Kamiya Kaoru" through the town a lone cry of anguish rang through the streets before all was quite.