Raindrops
The Shinsengumi always fought for honor and belief. When given the choice of surrendering with their lives or dying with their honor, the second would win by far.
The drops of blood settled down on the tatami mats at her feet. Through her tears she saw that even the blue of his cloak was died red.
Red, red, red.
That's all that was left.
Red and the sand that was his corpse.
It was so close, too. So close to a happy ending.
They were almost the time when it would just be Saito and she, carrying the memories of their comrades with pride, as they lived out the rest of their lives.
Dead, dead, dead. Those who were alive would surely end in a similar manner. Honorably, yes, but tragically.
Saito, Saito, Saito.
Serious and stern, but gentle.
Expectant, but understanding.
How was it she supposed to accept that she would never see this man's face again?
I don't know how to put author notes normally, but I really wanted to thank Harritsu for reviewing! Thank you so much!