This is my second fic. This is really different from my last one. This is a story dedicated to someone who I love and hate, my old friend Ryo. It will have a lot of angst. The story will be set in the present and it is completely different from Watsuki san's version. Only some of the characters will be the same.
Summary: They all were luckier than her. Because they all had a logical reason to cry.
Some, because they were sad and others because they were happy. She cried because she liked to cry.
Rated: PG-13/T (For now)
Anime: Rurouni Kenshin.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of its characters. Nobuhiro Watsuki does.
Chapter one: Prologue IThe beginning of the end I
Crying is the strength to admit that something is the matter, whether it is good or bad.
"Miss Kamiya? "
"Yes? "
" I would like you to sign this document. These are the documents of all the property you will own. It is all according to your parents will. " The lawyer handed her a pen.
Long midnight blue hair tied high up in a ponytail and dark sapphire eyes belonging to a girl, no; to a young woman, took the pen. Empty eyes stared at the pen that was in her hand. She quickly signed the document. She didn't bother thinking. Because she couldn't think. She felt empty everywhere. If any one of the people she knew heard about this, they would laugh and dismiss it as a joke. After all, how could 'Miss Perfect Kamiya Koaru' feel empty anyway? After all, she was smart, tough, intelligent, rich and generous. The famous pediatrician. She wasn't suited for mourning. Right? Wrong. No one knew her because they didn't bother to ever look at the real her. If they knew how she really felt, they would be shocked. Maybe they would even think that she had gone crazy and might send her to mental asylum.
The words "Thank you, Ms. Kamiya. I mourn for your loss " snapped her out of her reverie.
They mourned for her loss. If anything, that was a lie.
The man left her in the room. She looked out the window to see all the people dressed in black crowded around her huge house to mourn for the unfortunate victims of a huge accident. The house in which she lived with her parents.
They came to mourn for her loss, didn't they? Lies. They would never understand. She had never felt like she knew happiness. If she did, it wouldn't last. Everything good only lasted a few moments for her. Just like her own parents. Those words brought a small chocked sob to her lips. Her parents. When she was young, she had always thought that she didn't treat her parents fairly because she was always absent-minded and in her own world. She had always lacked common sense even though she was smart. Her parents had always told her. That was the truth. Everything else was a façade. She wasn't all that people thought her to be and she doubted that she ever would be. When she was a child, she always used to daydream, not used to knowing much of the truth about the world. But as she grew she mostly lost all of the innocence. All that kept people from judging her was her happy, hyper façade. One by one she had started to loose it all. But she never acted like she did. She tried to live her life into something her parents wanted because the life she wanted to live would never be hers. And she knew that.
She never loved. She never fell in love. Because she knew that love wasn't all smiles and laughs. There was more to it than that. That was why. She had learned that by living with her parents. So, she decided to do what they wanted. Have an arranged marriage with some rich person they chose. At least then, she wouldn't have to fall in love. But now, she didn't know what to do anymore. She felt so empty. Like there was a void in her heart she couldn't get rid of.
Tears slowly made their way down her cheeks over the stains of many others she had shed in her life like the ones she shed during many small muffled cries at night. The ones she shed even before this happened. It just added to the total number. Her tears had lost their value a long time ago. But nowadays she was afraid to cry. Because she was afraid that her eyes might leak and her tears would end and that she might never be able to cry ever again. It wouldn't be a surprise to others that she cried now because they mourned too. But what about before? Many cried too. But they were all luckier than her. Because they had a logical reason to cry. Some, because they were sad and others because they were happy. She cried because she liked to cry.
She knew that there would be more of this. More of this emptiness. There was always more of pain and the emptiness it results in. Nothing was over. She knew. Because after all, it was just the beginning of the end, at least for her…
If crying was the strength to admit that something was the matter, then why did she cry when there was rarely a matter to cry for?
I hope you liked my new fic. I might update soon. And please review.