Fanfiction ny Blueroseulan

December 4, 2005

AN: Okay guys! The last chappie :sobs: I just wanted o thank y'all for reviewing and supporting and correcting me in this whole fic… what can I say? You guys RAWK!

The epilogue would be a bit short, and it almost… almost doesn't tie the whole fic up (Hmm… do I hear the word 'sequel'?) so there. I might make one… maybe, if I feel like it… Oh anyways, why the heck am I ranting! Go on and scroll down!

I needn't remind you to leave a review, need I? .

EPILOGUE

The newly invented colossal steamboat slowly started to pull into a stop. Many a crew could be seen ushering the excited passengers towards the romp that was fastened to the land. Swarms of people could be seen selling their wares to foreigners or gajins in the native tongue. Cries of street merchants and prostitutes filled the atmosphere as the sun shone directly from the sky. Everyone had been excited to come to Japan, either for the first time, or returning to their own homeland and the road was hardly walkable because of the people crowding and trying to upturn one another.

A man dressed in heavy foreign clothes slowly made his way towards the silence of the woods. It had been so much long a time but his feet still knew where to take him. Measured steps deliberately found itself on a familiar path. A path, which led towards an abandoned cottage, nestled in the heart of the forest.

It has been so long since I last stepped foot on this place…he thought inwardly as he slowly made his way towards the door. Surely, robbers have been in this place... Or else… I would find the things I've left so long ago…

Yet true to his words, things inside the cottage remained untouched, had not layer upon layer of dust collected itself atop cabinets and frameworks, one would have probably guessed that a living soul had still been occupying the place.

Bit by bit he had slowly unraveled the thick layers that covered his features and his body, his true form began to show. His hair was still the same color, ever glowing as the dark red embers of the night. Red as fire, red as blood still. His eyes still held the amber glow, though it was no longer a burning fire, nor receded embers. It only held the yellow hue, without much venom and it no longer carried the look of death to anyone who dared to touch… Gone was his youthful face. Replacing it was an old, strangely jaded look he had acquired after he left Japan… After her death... It had been a decade since he last stepped foot on this house, his house to be exact and he could not believe how fast he had advanced in his years.

As his trembling hands shakily traced a path above the familiar pillows, the table where they had frequently eaten, and the wall she had frequently used as a guide, memories seemed to crash on his mind.

His feet suddenly led him to a familiar dust covered shoji, and though most painful for him, he pushed the door slightly open.

Their room was just like what he had imagined for years. It had remained untouched, the faithfully rolled futon still resting at the center of the floor, the table where both of them had sat and discussed things. Turning to the time worn cabinet, he held a catch on his throat and he could feel the unexpected wetness from either side of his eye as he opened the dresser.

Her kimonos were still there. Untouched and unused still. It had been thankfully saved from the dust and it didn't look much less a day older than a decade. An unexplainable feeling rushed in his chest as he fingered the kimono he had long ago given her. The silk was still smooth to his touch, but the threads had slowly begun to loosen, nevertheless, holding it made him feel like he was holding her in its stead.

As he fingered the material, he was surprised to feel something hidden inside its voluminous sleeve pocket. Curiosity getting the best of him, his throat suddenly went dry and his knees began to weaken.

It was a letter, addressed to him.

As trembling fingers carefully opened the seal, his eyes began to grow vague with the tears filling it up and he found himself having a hard time reading her elegant handwriting.

Kenshin…

By the time this letter reaches you, I will not be able to be by your side anymore. I will have died while you read this alone. I regret saying that anata… for you know that I never desired leaving you…

It's a shame that I cannot remain faithful to our wedding vows that I will stay by your side till the last of your breath, one part however remains steadfast and the same; that I assure you, that I will love you, till the dying ends of time, till death do me apart. To tell you the truth, I am frightened, frightened about the notion of death… I do not know where my soul is leading… Before, I was sure I would go straight to hell, for the heavens do not allow such tainted a soul like me to enter their gates. Now, with the words you've given me, I'm not so sure anymore. Although I know, I've got nothing to feel anxious about, because I know you will follow me… wherever I go… you've proven that well enough…

Kenshin… I do not know if this is far too selfish for me to say… but this is the truth and I don't want to die keeping something from you. The truth is, I love you so much, I love you so much it hurts already… My biggest fear is that you won't love me anymore after I have died, buried and my body had been eaten up and decayed. I fervently wish that you wouldn't forget me… If by chance however that you fall in love with someone… I will gladly let you go… I just pray that you still won't forget everything we have shared…

My hands feel so shaky right now and my body feels so weak. I hear you enter the house and I have to finish this letter for you have to read it only after I have died. Remember Kenshin.. LIVE! LIVE not only for me… but also for yourself… you are such a kind man, such a good soul and I truly regret leaving you behind… alas… for our lives to become like this… But, I love you… and that is all that matters…

Remember anata… I love you… and I will always watch you either high above the clouds in heaven or under the fieriest places in hell… I will always stay beside you, blowing butterfly kisses on your cheeks…

Live well… love…

Himura Kaoru

The letter has been stained by the gentle fall of his tears and slowly, he realized that a decade spent in a foreign land was never enough for him to forget her. For her haunting blue eyes and breath taking smile has always been on his mind. It was only now that he realized how much a fool he had been, trying to erase her memory that will forever be sketched in his mind. It was something impossible, he apprehended. For she will always share his body mind and soul. Always and forever.

I've been trying to avoid you for several years… but it is only now that I have understood that you will forever be with me…

I'm home… Kaoru… love…

OWARI . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Awww… somebody hand me a tissue please (grabs on and sniffles) Thankx :sobs:

I will try to make a sequel to this, though I'm not sure when. But hopefully I can

Thank you guys and I hope you keep on supporting my works!

Ja!

Blueroseulan