Authors Note: the third one lol, its kind of a continueation of the last chapter but that will be it. i kno after reading this people might say iu need counsiling for depression lol. i assure you i'm completely sane. ty to my reviewers. And beforei forget i dont own rurouni kenshin and i dont own 'Hello' by evanescenceeither.


The rain beat heavily upon the once drought ridden earth, mud covered sandals and wheels were all the town was about as many rushed to get back to their warm and dry houses. Today even the market stalls had given there way to the rain but one man was still there, he had come from the graveyard again for it seemed he was always there everyday to see the grave of his once beloved. Today was no different for him, the rain beat upon his already soaked skin, dripped form his already sodden hair and clothes yet he did not care. Once shining orbs of amethyst were now dull pools of dirty purple, once flaming red hair look like the last embers of a dying fire, once slightly tan skin was sickly shades of grey. He walked on further down the streets his sword now hanging limply on his side trailing in the ever increasing amounts of mud. His feet trailing rather than stepping as he made his way up to the dojo.

Play ground school bell rings again

Rain clouds come to play again

He pushed open the doors there was no need to knock, for there wasn't anyone there to answer. Megumi had left earlier in the year along with Sano back azu to her family and Yahiko now lived mainly at he akabeko only coming over in a while to made sure he was okay. But he wasn't okay after that day nothing was okay life was just another chore another thing he had to live with so to speak. Without her everything lost its appeal, no more fights about her bad cooking no more ugly comments and especially no more love. He did admit to himself he loved her, he loved her like he did Tomoe but more while Tomoe was quite calm and collected she was the opposite an he loved her for that fire in her eyes. He slumped against the shoji of her room he had left everything the same not daring to go in as it only served to hurt his heart more. His eyes began to droop as the endless nights of laying awake caught up to his tired body and mind, but it would not come for as he was about to fall a small pale hand was placed on his cheek. He stared at the hand, he could feel on the hand were small calluses the trade mark for any swords man or women. His eyes traveled up further his heart lurching as he came across a violet kimono the same shade as her favorite one. In his mind he couldn't bare the thought of it being her as his heart would brake all over again. But his body betrayed his mind as he looked dead ahead and froze on the spot, it was her he knew it was her eyes would have stared if she had had her face but it was bare for some reason and as he reached out to touch her she faded as though she was nothing but mist.

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

Hello?

I' am your mind giving you some one to talk to

Hello?

It broke again the searing pain in his chest told him that, all he could do was to clutch his chest in pain and scream into the darkening air around him. The wail was nothing more than agony to his ears as it echoed in the empty dojo. He seemed to be doing it a lot as the door to the main gate bust open a frightened boy running through the dojo. Yahiko was heading to the dojo to bring him some tea that had been sent form the akabeko when he had heard the cry, running he found him on the floor huddled by her door head tucked by his knees as his rusty hair fanned around him. Yahiko moved quietly towards him so as not to startle him. "kenshin?" the boy asked his voice meek, he leaned over gently nudging him form his huddled position but it turned out it was far better to have left him for on his face was a smile not a large one but a small sad one, the one you would see if someone had accepted his fate and true to the word he had, he knew what was to come and how he would see her again.

If I smile and don't believe

Soon ill know I'll wake from this dream

Yahiko had stayed only for the time it took to get him to eat some of the tea he had brought and then left for the akabeko. He sat at the table a while longer the memories of a time when it was full of people of laughter and more importantly her. He thought to himself when he should go anytime would be okay for there was no one left to care. There was no one left after she went the rest did. It broke him more everyday not to hear the life in the dojo. No one smiled no one laughed no one fought. It was like a dream, when it was there the idea of it going was ridicules for to the one who dreamt it they would wish it lasted for ever, but like everything it had come to an end and she was the end. Now it was his turn to end, rather than the gentle rurouni or the battousai he was just himself nothing more nothing less but this time he was hollow, nothing beat within his chest for she had taken her heart with her as she left. He left the dojo his sword by his side as he went to the only place he knew would be best. The one place that held more to his heart than any apart from the dojo was the spot near the river were he had said goodbye all that time ago as he left for Kyoto. It would be the best to say good bye again here, he sat upon the ground leaning against the nearest trees sturdy base. He drew the sword form the sheath and thought for a moment, it was hard for him such as a though went against his honor but it was being overridden by the urge to see her. He grasped the handle of the sword his resolve settled as he thought about her face for last time as he plunged the sword into his chest.

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken

Hello?

I am the lie living for you so you can hide

She could feel that time was against her as she ran through the streets, the dojo was empty the clinic also even Sano's apartment was bare. She raced onwards towards the river. With her training she was nearing breakneck speed as she heard a sharp gasp and stopped dead still. Her head turned to the sound and found it to be coming from that spot. The spot were he had said good bye. She ran towards it her heart ached as though it would never stop but it did stop quite literally at the sight before her. He sat there pinned to the tree ahead of her his sakabato held firm in his chest, her hands rose to cover her mouth as she sobbed. She felt herself weaken as she moved to pull the word out, it was almost as he had done before yet when she held him to her the blood lowing freely onto her violet kimono his eyes began to flutter open. When he had stabbed himself he had been clumsy and had merely scratched his heart thus the death was slow and painful for as each beat sent more blood from his body. She moved her hands to the side of his head subconsciously stroking his hair. His faced turned to her and the both subconsciously held there breathe. He groaned as he tried to speak only two words moving from his mouth "kaoru-dono" that broke her as she began to sob louder. "I'm so sorry kenshin I should have come back sooner, it was all a trick a cruel sick and twisted trick, enishi..." kenshin dull eyes widened a moment as he heard the name" enishi made a doll and hung it in the dojo, it wasn't me kenshin he had me on his island he said after a year and you didn't show he would let me go. I came as soon as I could but I'm too late" she finished with a sob as she thought that it was over, kenshin was going there was no stopping it he was almost gone and she would go too.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello I'm still here

All that left of yesterday

That was how they were found; kenshin nestled tightly to kaoru as her head lay upon his. Both were found dead, kenshin's sword found next to them blood stained as the wound to kenshin's chest had bleed him to death so had the cuts on kaoru's wrists. She had decided that death would be far better than the living hell she had already endured for a year without him to be extended to the rest of her natural life. Later that day two souls walked through the forest hand in hand as both smiled the first time for a long time before they lead each other to the other side