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I believe this would be in an Alternate Universe type fanfiction, and it is set in present day.
Kenshin Himura smiled sadly at the two graves that were side by side. Both had been sprinkled with flower petals, and both were very dear to him.
Himura's red hair swayed gently in the breeze that seemed to cover the graveyard, and two sets of tears also found their way from once proud parent's faces.
Karou Himura lightly rested a trembling hand upon her husband's shoulder. Thought both had aged well, and their faces not heavily lined, both still needed each other's presence when they came to visit the graveyard. A saddened smile also slowly found it's way onto Karou's lips, and her eyes shined with more unshed tears.
"It's only been two and a half years, but it seems like an eternity since they both .... departed. I only wish I could have been there, maybe there might have been a way that I could somehow have saved them!" Kenshin whispered, his voice carrying across the yard's area, but along the perimeter a sharp intake of breath could be heard.
His wife's small hand squeezed his shoulder in comfort, but the words seemed to renew Karou's crystal tears, and again they sprang forth anew.
"We weren't there, Kenshin. No one could have known, everyone thought... we all thought that her birthday would be a happy, peaceful day. Nobody thought that stepping out for a small walk while the children shopped would have been so... so disastrous! I never realised that we were leaving them alone,... I didn't think they'd come for us so quickly!"
She said, as her nails started to dig painfully into her husband's shoulder.
Kenshin ignored the pain. The physical pain meant nothing compared to everything his mind lived throught, the nightmare that played in his head, constantly plaguing him. He remembered everything he had done wrong, every mistake that lead to the horrible day in which his two youngest perished.
Karou herself, only could remember the sadness that had resulted from her path in life. Since her two brightest beacon's had faded into nothingness, her world had become dark and almost meaningless. If not for her husband and her remaining son, she dared think that she would have quickly wasted away into a void in which she knew she would never escape.
She knew in her heart that she would not want to escape.
As the solemn couple stood in the darkening grave's shadows, two sets of pretty flower petals blew from the graves.
One, a beautiful dark blue. From a flower that Karou and her only daughter had always loved.
The other from days long gone when Kenshin and his youngest son had played in meadows and the surrounding forest areas of their home.
This one was a stunning violet color, just as beautiful as his eyes.
I believe this would be in an Alternate Universe type fanfiction, and it is set in present day.
Kenshin Himura smiled sadly at the two graves that were side by side. Both had been sprinkled with flower petals, and both were very dear to him.
Himura's red hair swayed gently in the breeze that seemed to cover the graveyard, and two sets of tears also found their way from once proud parent's faces.
Karou Himura lightly rested a trembling hand upon her husband's shoulder. Thought both had aged well, and their faces not heavily lined, both still needed each other's presence when they came to visit the graveyard. A saddened smile also slowly found it's way onto Karou's lips, and her eyes shined with more unshed tears.
"It's only been two and a half years, but it seems like an eternity since they both .... departed. I only wish I could have been there, maybe there might have been a way that I could somehow have saved them!" Kenshin whispered, his voice carrying across the yard's area, but along the perimeter a sharp intake of breath could be heard.
His wife's small hand squeezed his shoulder in comfort, but the words seemed to renew Karou's crystal tears, and again they sprang forth anew.
"We weren't there, Kenshin. No one could have known, everyone thought... we all thought that her birthday would be a happy, peaceful day. Nobody thought that stepping out for a small walk while the children shopped would have been so... so disastrous! I never realised that we were leaving them alone,... I didn't think they'd come for us so quickly!"
She said, as her nails started to dig painfully into her husband's shoulder.
Kenshin ignored the pain. The physical pain meant nothing compared to everything his mind lived throught, the nightmare that played in his head, constantly plaguing him. He remembered everything he had done wrong, every mistake that lead to the horrible day in which his two youngest perished.
Karou herself, only could remember the sadness that had resulted from her path in life. Since her two brightest beacon's had faded into nothingness, her world had become dark and almost meaningless. If not for her husband and her remaining son, she dared think that she would have quickly wasted away into a void in which she knew she would never escape.
She knew in her heart that she would not want to escape.
As the solemn couple stood in the darkening grave's shadows, two sets of pretty flower petals blew from the graves.
One, a beautiful dark blue. From a flower that Karou and her only daughter had always loved.
The other from days long gone when Kenshin and his youngest son had played in meadows and the surrounding forest areas of their home.
This one was a stunning violet color, just as beautiful as his eyes.