Standard Disclaimers apply, I'm not broke anymore but that's besides the
**Author's Notes: I got the idea for this fic while listening to some John
Mayer. This is not going to be your standard Kenshin reincarnation fic.
Firstly, I've put them in the States and gave them all Western names that
are close to or similar to their Japanese names. And secondly Kenshin and
the gang won't find out they're incarnates. But you don't need to worry
about that until the next chapter. So for now enjoy the prelude. I've got
this story in my head, but not on paper or puter so hopefully there won't
be too long in between updates. I've also got a Weiss Kreuz fic that I'm
midway through and have to finish (since people are actually enjoying it).
She was gone. He was left alone. He sat in the main training hall, he'd
been there for days now. The reality of his situation had not set in yet.
Somewhere in his mind he believed she'd just come back. And things would be
better, normal again.
People came in showing him pity. They tried to get him to eat or at least
move. But he didn't care. He was slowly sinking into his own personal hell.
He went to the burial.
It was the least he could do....
Do to repay for what had happened, he could have stopped it. He knew it was
his fault, he knew he could have prevented it. But he hadn't.
She was gone......
And now so was he. The kami were playing some evil trick on him. Giving him
happiness, for once, then ripping it away from him as easily as he received
it. It was all a cruel joke. The gods had taken his heart, the heart of the
A man can't go on without a heart....
After the service he walked down to the banks of the river, to that spot.
He pulled his sword. He chuckled to himself. The man so feared, so deadly,
reduced to this. They would laugh if they saw him like this.
"I'm coming koishii..."
With that he flipped the blade.
**Wrap-up notes: Morbid, I know, it will get more light hearted. But you
may not know that unless you REVIEW! Do it! Do it!