Copyright stuff. Kenshin in owned by the manga artiest, but Wolf is mine and so is the poem. Song belongs too Vocals: Steve Conte
Lyrics: Tim Jenson
Music and Arrangement: Yoko Kanno.

The Broken Blade

Pain the Heart, the bleeding scar

How shall I not rest while you are not here

Lost of my Kin, sorrow is all I know

A broken blade cannot be reformed

So my Dear, my little child

I love you my son.

From here and nevermore.

As well as my Granddaughter

Wolf's trailed on the engraving of the head stone, words written by her own grandmother when she was still young. Her eyes traced over and over as the priest from the local Zen temple said something, the serve was an equal mix of the Zen faith and Catholic one. Akeria had done both all her life. Many of the great ladies friends, co-workers and people have shown to the serve.

Soon the serve ended, only three figures standing by the stone. Wolf, her red hair was free from is usually ponytail, the leather black jacket flipping in the fall air. Her Long sleeved black shirt had a bleeding rose crossed with a sword. A boot-cut jean and winter black dress shoe finished the outfit. Save a collar with a simple black cross. Wolf's two friends Ling and Enihi stood, he in a suit and Ling in a simple black dress.

Yet it was the sorrow in the teen's eyes that shown more, bleeding into a dark lilac color. Ling had only seen such a color and sorrow before hand, but kept the memory to her heart. A lone man walked across the chilled grass. He was an Italia suit, his greased black haired barely moved in the gust of chilled air. Wolf slightly turned to the well to look man. His eyes where kind, but had that hardness of a good lawyer.

' I have done what asked, the tenets will stay in the building, and the payment plans from the rent for the bills. As I stayed on the phone, your Miss. Himrua left you everything, but you can't claim until your 18 years of age. In this I also bring the picture and the broken kantna as she left for now and invested in the will.'' Mr. Smith's voice carried on the wind to the young teen girl.

All she could was knobbed to the man, walking over and grabbing the bag that held the two items. Ling and Enishi watched, waiting to see what would happen now. Wolf looked once more at the gravestone, then walked away, to the waiting care of her mother. Yet the feelings off the girl, made both friends uneasy. And the worry of what or how the death of her grandmother would do the young street fighter in the coming weeks.

Riding the car with her mother was something Wolf did not want, but with the death, and the hospital, she had no choice but to go home. Mary was what you might call a Mimi Barbie; she had the perfect hair, body, and skin. The only thing it seems her daughter had gotten from her mother was the cheekbone. The two had nothing else in common. As Wolf had grown into a girl, her mother wondering if the Hospital had given her the wrong baby. But every year more and more of the father came into the girl, she was a Himurai. Yet she never got how her daughter got such red hair, the grandmother told her once it came out every four births of the Himura family. And seeing the pictures made that clear. Not to say her daughter was not pretty, but it was like a blade is beautful but can cut. That was how the woman saw the teen.

Wolf felt her mothers eyes on her, yet she just her gaze on the city as they drove to the sub-brubs. Nick had got a nice 2-store house there some time ago, a very high middle class one. Like one might see on TV. She hated it to the core. It was not un-real for her world she had chooses to live in the last four years. Nick stepped out on to the porch as the bug parked in the driveway. Wolf stepped out, her eyes landing on there stepfather. Much like her own mother in the color of white, blond, and a male built. Wolf swears in her mind about this man. He may smile and say I am sorry about your lost, but she knew inside this man, he cared nothing for the stepdaughter now or ever.

'Rose, I am so sorry for the death of your grandmother, she was a grand woman.'' Nicks voice like honey, with an after taste of bitterness to the young Himurai. As he went to hug her, she stepped back, the slights amber reflecting the dieing light of day. Nick felt a shiver seeing the eyes, but growled under his breath.

Wolf walked past him, holding the bag, and ran up the front stairs inside, and to the 2ed floor, where she made somewhat of a room. Due to the room only holding a bed, a few books and one poster. Wolf fell onto the bed, and turned on her mixed cd to number 6. ' A song from the anime called Wolf's Rain play its way to her ears.

Stray! Stray!

In the cold breeze that I walk along

The memories of generations burn within me

Been forever since I cried the pain and sorrow

I live and die, proud of my people gaining

She picked up her head, hearing the echo of herself in the song. The teen got up and opened the black silk bag, the old pictures of the ppl from Japan spilled out, along with the broken handle of a blade, sheath still in place. Which would explain why the bag was so bag in the first place.

Why her grandmas had left the katana to her girl, she would never know. It was picture that made her eye stray to the man again. Once her grandmother had told her about these in the old time photo. Still to find out one the greats samurai in history was she few great grandfather blew her mind. The smiling man was the demon of the Patriots, Hitokiri Battosai. Or known in his later years as Kenshin. The young woman was her few great grandmother Kaoru Kamiya.

I'm here standing at the edge

Starin up at where the moon should be

Stray!

No regrets 'cause I got nothin to lose

Ever stray!

So I'm gonna live my life as I choose

Until I fall..

Blood dripped onto the glass of the picture, then slowly sliding to the sword below. Her scar was bleeding again. Wolf took her hand to the slash, trying to stop the bleeding again. Memories of how she came to get the scar ran in her head, some of it was still fizzy.

She shook her head, and slipped the picture into her now packed backpack, slipping it into her shoulders. Wolf reached for the blade, noticing how warm it was, the blood still falling like a stream from the cheek. Aching more and more, Wolf realied she could see though her hand!

'What the fuck?' escaped her lips, as she and blade where gone from the world like a passing shadow, the song ending in the background.

In the white freeze, I never spoke of tears

Or opened up to anyone including myself

I would like to find a way to open to you

Been awhile, don't know if I remember how to

I'm here waiting on the edge

Would I be alright showing myself to you?

It's always been so hard to do..

: Well its Chap 3!

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