I wasn't planning on doing another Kenshin/Tomoe story, but I was reading some book set in Japan with somegirl who becomes a Buddhist nun and inspiration struck. I know the plot of this one is a little far fetched, I mean, Tomoe obviously died, but just bear with me and try to have a little imagination.
The abbess of a centuries old convent listened with a satisfied smile to the chanting of holy sutras. The convent was where those who were the most devout and dissillusioned from the world came to escape it's transitory cares in order to reach complete enlightenment. All was serene, all was sacred, and all were the same. Except for one woman, the abbess thought with a nervous shudder. The strange woman had been discovered by some villagers many years before in the wreckage of a terrible fire. She had been unconscious and badly burned, with a horrifying scar from her shoulder down. But miraculously, she had survived. No one claimed her or took her in for fear that she was possesed or would bring bad luck, so the abbess, who had lost her own dear sister in a fire not long before that, took the girl in, where she too became a nun. The woman, who the abbess called Ayame after her late sister, seemed silent and content, and always did as she was told, more of an icy spirit than a fiery one. She never, ever spoke of how her life had been before she was discovered, saying that she couldn't really remember anything, and in any case, needed to move past it. Still the abbess wondered, with a worldly sort of curiosity, how such an attractive and intruiging woman could end up alone and forgotten. For although the woman bore many scars, she still had a classic, beautiful face that her hair, which had been cut short when she joined the convent, seemed to suit. Of course, the abbess knew that many people were killed for little reason during the bakumatsu, but it still bothered her to think that this woman whom she'd adopted as a sister had been so completely abandoned. After all, everyone in the convent was completely cut off from most of the outside world. Even if there was someone somewhere out there who had known or loved her, they would never see her again or know what had become of her.