What we do in the beginning
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gumi_reloadedDate: February 7th, 2060
Time: Early morning-mid afternoon
Place: Kenshin's safehouse, New Meiji Lower Districts
Characters: Kenshin, Megumi, Saitoh
The road went on. Snow crunched under his feet, chilling them. Icy fingers slid along his arms, trickled down the back of his neck. He couldn't stop walking. Weary. Bent. His sword leaving red trails on the snow, red petals in the air.
You did this
Aa
He tripped and nearly fell. The snow jabbed at his hand like needles. A mouthful clutched in his palm, pressed in his mouth to hide his breath, but it was hot. It was all hot and cold at the same time and he was looking...Searching... No... Following. Just ahead. There she was. The woman with the long black hair. He wanted to reach for her. Wanted to step away. His hands... they weren't meant to touch. They were only meant to kill. She turned slightly as if she had heard his step, paused and he could see a cell phone pressed to her ear.
"You can't stay out here," he told her. "It's dangerous."
"I have to. Hello? Hello?!" Her voice rose in desperation. "Is he hurt?" And then she pinned him with wide dark eyes. "I'm looking for Sa-chan."
No. No! The darkness snapped around them. Just the two of them. The snow.
"Sa-chan. I'm looking for Sa-chan!"
"No, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Sa-chan!"
Time: Early morning-mid afternoon
Place: Kenshin's safehouse, New Meiji Lower Districts
Characters: Kenshin, Megumi, Saitoh
The road went on. Snow crunched under his feet, chilling them. Icy fingers slid along his arms, trickled down the back of his neck. He couldn't stop walking. Weary. Bent. His sword leaving red trails on the snow, red petals in the air.
You did this
Aa
He tripped and nearly fell. The snow jabbed at his hand like needles. A mouthful clutched in his palm, pressed in his mouth to hide his breath, but it was hot. It was all hot and cold at the same time and he was looking...Searching... No... Following. Just ahead. There she was. The woman with the long black hair. He wanted to reach for her. Wanted to step away. His hands... they weren't meant to touch. They were only meant to kill. She turned slightly as if she had heard his step, paused and he could see a cell phone pressed to her ear.
"You can't stay out here," he told her. "It's dangerous."
"I have to. Hello? Hello?!" Her voice rose in desperation. "Is he hurt?" And then she pinned him with wide dark eyes. "I'm looking for Sa-chan."
No. No! The darkness snapped around them. Just the two of them. The snow.
"Sa-chan. I'm looking for Sa-chan!"
"No, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Sa-chan!"
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Date: 2012-04-23 08:31 am (UTC)He ate dutifully as he watched the comedian, glad to hear the audience laugh even if he didn't understand most of the jokes. The comedian herself seemed like a nice person if a little perplexed by the world.
He had finished eating by the time the song began to play, from a country he'd only distantly heard of in, English he guessed. That was what they spoke in the west, wasn't it? He felt Megumi relax, watched out of the corner of his eye as her own eyes closed, her face relaxed, the corners of her mouth lifting just slightly. She was enchanted. He'd never known she liked music.
And then she began to sing, soft at first and then...doing something strange with her voice so that it matched the melody somehow, even though it seemed that it shouldn't. He listened to her sing, though he couldn't understand the words, and watched her get lost in the music as if there was nothing else existed for her.
He waited until the last faint strains of the music had faded and let the silence fill the space, like an aftertaste of a really good chocolate macchiato.
"Megumi-dono has a beautiful voice, she does," Kenshin said. Paused to cover his mouth as he yawned before shifting into a more comfortable spot. "Perhaps she will sing again some day." He would like to hear it.