Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin

Rating: T some swearing and lime

A Fight for Love

By The Dead Writer

Summary: How a one month vacation turned into another life. KxK


PART I – First Talk

(POV Kenshin)
DAY 13, when Kaoru took residence in New York.

There she was again, sitting on a bench. She's here every day for a week now. Sitting on a bench in the park of New York. Sometimes she just looks around or writes something down or sees into space, but now she's reading again.
Today is the day. She's plaguing my mind since I saw her the first time. I know she's different…

Walking closer to her I saw a tear escaping her eyes. I took my handkerchief, kneeled in front of her and swept it away. She jolted and looked at me with her big blue eyes.
After a few minutes of silence she spoke.
"Come sit down."

I gave in to the angelic voice, but I never took my eyes of her. She was even more beautiful up close.
"You like the park a lot," was my statement.

She smiled. God, what a smile.
"Yes and no. Yes because of the beauty and no because nothing changes. I'm still waiting."

"Waiting for what."

"A man."

"A man," was my confused reply.

Her eyes started to shine.
"Yes, a man who isn't like the others. A shadow-walker with a soul waiting for salvation, waiting for something I alone can give him…"

I was shocked speechless. Waiting for a shadow-walker…

She laughed.
"I'm sorry, my fantasy is trying to keep me from reality."

"You have a very lively fantasy. What would you say if I told you, you should write a book about one of your adventures."
I smiled at her in amusement. She isn't like the others…

The spark died in her eyes and with her head downcast she replied: "You'd be the only one to tell me that."

"How come?"
I laid my hand over hers for comfort.

"My father thinks it's a waste of time, that can never bring food on the table. He pushed me in courses at the university, but I slacked off. My fiancé…"

My heart stopped with that one word. She was taken. The woman that haunted me for the past week was taken…
My hand slipped from hers.

"… doesn't even want to read about my adventures. He doesn't read stories or books. For him it's a waste of time. Not worthy of his attention."

With my eyes down I gave a response.
"Reality kills fantasy." …in more ways than one.
I stood and walked away.

"You know, kind sir…"

I stopped to listen to her angelic voice one last time.

"…You should fight for what you truly want."

Her words repeated themselves in my head and one question was formed and slipped away from my lips.
"What can you give him?"

"Give to who?"

"To the shadow-walker with a soul waiting for salvation…"

"My undying love…"

And I left the spot.