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1868: As Kenshin just begins his wandering.
Fireflies
The child was chasing fireflies, unaware that she was being observed by a lonely wanderer who had paused to watch her innocent play.
On a whim, he stepped from the shadows, drawing her attention.
Her eyes widened in amazement as, with one quick movement, he snatched a light from the air. Kneeling before her, he smiled gently. "Give me your hand."
He set the firefly in her small, outstretched hands.
"Be careful with it," he said softly. Then, he stood, and with nothing more than a parting smile, continued down the road.
Kaoru watched the man disappear into the shadows.
Author's Note 2: My second 100 word story. I don't know why I spontaneously try these. But I felt like writing something. I hope you like this. It's kind of weird, but the image wormed its way into my mind, and grew on me.