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: 2012-04-25 02:54 am (UTC)The sun was setting, quickly sliding down behind the jagged silhouette of the city. Mesmerized at the sight of the day dying, she put one hand hesitantly on the glass, the heat of her fingers creating ghostly rims of mist on the cold surface.
Slowly, the sun fell further past the artificial horizon, changing in hue from a blinding white-yellow, to a cooler orange, and then to a shade of red that was breathtaking, beautiful, superimposing a memory of fading light itself on the back of her optical nerves.
She leaned forward a little as if her force of will was enough to keep the night at bay, tracking the descent, her eyes widening in wonder as the life bringing light, now little more than a waning disc of red, glowing warmth, slid inexorably down, flared corona like for an instant, and then was gone, leaving the sky barren.
"It's gone," she whispered, more to herself than anyone. She'd never stopped to watch the sun set (or rise for that matter)a realization that made her wonder at the life she'd led, at the priorities she'd once held so dear.
"And the temperatures are dropping," she commented, pulling her fingers away from the frosty glass. "I will be, I think, glad when spring comes."
She lingered at the pane for a second more, then turned from it, carrying the bottles of chilled water to where Kenshin was sitting. She knelt beside him and, still feeling that she'd not been very useful in the preparation, promised herself that she'd clean up after they'd eaten this meal.
"Thank you for...washing my clothes, for the food," she motioned at the food and then perhaps at the room that they were sitting so snugly in, "for everything. I appreciate your kindness, Ken-san, more than I can say.: