Chapter 3, the Final Chapter in this story.
Both men looked at one another, cold winter air freezing their breaths. It was so silent, too silent to believe. Only the slight wind brushed over that path, making lumps of snow fall dawn, from the tree branches.
Himura wiped his bleeding cheek for one last time, being ever so ready and eager to kill someone.
Ninja stood silently, with a grand posture, squatting down, rising his hands before his chest. Both hearts were racing, alone.
Even they were covered with sweat, Kenshin also with blood, he wouldn't start shivering from the cold. Something warmed him from the inside, it was the upcoming justice, that would also fall upon him. He knew it already and all too well, but this world was meaningless.
Ninja made his first swift move towards Kenshin, trying desperately hit his neck with those razor sharp claws. Himura got out of the way in time for any major injuries, but suffered a great gushing wound on his other cheek.
Still ignoring his aching body, he jumped towards his rival, holding his katana above his head, with both hands letting the blade swing through the cold winter air, if you listened carefully, you could almost here that blade sing, a quiet hymn, while rushing against his opponent.
Ninja however saw an opening, and pressed his hand with speed and power towards Kenshin's chest, making the four 'raptor-like' claws sink into his heart, getting a warm rush of fresh blood onto his face. Still fearless, knowing this would be the end, Kenshin finished his move, letting his trusty katana and it's blade, now shimmering with blood, take this rivals head too.
Ninjas head felled to the snowy ground, Kenshin landed on his knees, gasping for air. He was hanging his head, before the torso he just made, that was spraying blood high in the air, making it fall down on Himura, like a gentle spring rain.
Kenshin felled on his side, to the snow. He saw Tomoe's scarf in front of him, thus everything looked dark red in his eyes now. He took the scarf into his shaking hands, he spoke silently, words trembling, with cold and the closing death,
"Can I come home…. now, Tomoe?", he started while letting his eyes and body, start slipping away. It wasn't cold anymore, pressing that scarf against his bleeding chest,
"Or…. do I… redeem my sins…. in hell….", he whispered quietly, as his final words.
On that day Rurouni Kenshin had it definitely make it rain blood. As he now, laid in the middle of the snow covered path, that turned red that day.
His soul and final breath slipped away from this world, into another, still having Tomoe's scarf pressed against his lifeless chest.
Even he closed his eyes for good now, his legacy would continue and go on, from generation to another, for he was a true legend of his own time.
So, this was my first fanfic here. Hope you didn't hate it, for killing Kenshin in this one.
Please tell me if you saw things that were out of place or just didn't make any sense. For I'm trying my best to write good stories, one always better than the last one. Thank You.